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I read your drew fic with the arrest and I loved it!! I was wondering if reader was preforming bed chem outro instead of the back up singer itâs Drew and they get a little to carried away in front of the crowd. If That makes senseđ
bed chem ⯠DREW STARKEY
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summary drew coming on stage at the very end of your song and you both get lost in the moment for a second in front of fans.
warning(s) mentions of intimate positions, kissing, touching.
Earlier in the show, you arrested Drew, your boyfriend, for being too hotâ everyone in the arena went crazy seeing him. What they aren't expecting to Drew making a second appearance.
At the very end of bed chem one of your backup dancers will come into frame holding a camera on his shoulder, and when the curtain closes you pretend to do intimate things then the stage lights go off.
Prior to the show you asked Drew if he would be okay to go thisâ he agreed. Making sure he's comfortable was your first priority. He talked about different ways coming on stage that were so funny.
You start singing the final chorus of bed chem on your knees, legs wide out and free hand in front of you as you lean forward. The curtain signal is about to close. From the corner of your vision, you can see Drew approaching with the camera on his shoulder, dressed in dark pants and a white tank topâfans immediately began to cheer as he entered the frame.
He looked so good you couldn't control the redness of your cheeks spreading like a teenager seeing their crush.
To make the moment better, you sway your body around on the bed, allowing yourself to relax. Drew is looking at you with a smile on his face as he gets closer to the edge of the bed.
Motioning him to get closerâ he lifts one leg on the bed as the curtain makes its way around the bed. Slowly setting down the camera on the edge of the bed.
You moved closer to Drew, pressing your bodies together in a false display of intimacy. Drew played along well, massaging your sides as he drew you closer. The crowd's cheers intensified, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.
You leaned in and kissed Drew deeply, as the curtain began to close behind you. The kiss was supposed to be a tease, a staged performance for the spectators, but you found yourself becoming lost in it.
Drew's hands crept up to cradle your face, his touch soft yet forceful. You forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and everything. It was just you and Drew, completely lost in each other.
Your hands drag down his bare chest, and he leaps forward into you at the gentleness of your touch, sending lightning down your body.Â
Once the lights turn off you both pull away from each other. Everything in your body right now is all over the place you think you are gonna explode. You are breathing heavily.
"You always know how to put on a show," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.
You giggled softly, your fingertips tracing the contour of his jawline. "And you always know how to make it unforgettable."
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what I think most of us (including me) expected: Crosshair's depression era, Hunter's unhinged "Mandadalorian" era
what we fucking got: Hunter's depression era, Crosshair's unhinged "im going to scream at you when im let out of here and literally headbutt commandos" era
#the putting the goggles on the exact angle to look over to Omega's room where Lula's been left waiting for her was truly a touch.#A line of everything that he lost so recently.#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#i full on laughed when he did his little RAUUUGH
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đđ A Picture of a Cat.
Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
Summary: After months of emailing back and forth, you finally meet the person you've been chatting with every day. Then you realize that Spencer is not just a girl's name.
Words: 2,7k.
TW: forensic!reader. with spencer of the early seasons very much in love in mind. the reader has a cat and has little faith in men (literally me, sorry). SO MUCH chaos and maybe lack of communication but happy ending. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: This is pretty chaotic and not particularly seriousđ It might be best not to try to make sense of it. They're just two idiots in love, really.
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
To say that Spencer was dying of nervousness was not enough to describe his true feelings.
From the moment he woke up this morning without any mail from you in his inbox, he began to feel that his day was going wrong and that it was becoming an endless nightmare. He had lost count of all the times he had checked his mail at work, hoping to see even a one-line message from you to calm his anxiety.
As someone who had received your good morning every day without fail for the last four months that you had been talking to each other daily, he was completely taken aback and couldn't quite put his finger on why. Perhaps he had said something to offend you, or maybe you were just not feeling the spark anymore. But astonishingly, none of your numerous emails that he had taken the time to reread on the jet indicated any cause for concern.
Everything had been so positive with you recently, and he was grateful to have someone to talk to, even if it was through a computer, every time he finished a challenging case and his mind just wanted to focus on something else. He found great comfort in reading about your day and your thoughts every morning, as if it were his newspaper. Even the pictures you always sent him of your cat sleeping in cute poses, eating, or doing anything else made him smile and gave him the idea of adopting a pet, even when he had never thought about the possibility of it before. You always helped him realize some desires he hadn't previously considered.
But suddenly he didn't have any of it. Nothing at all.
Reid's gaze fell once upon the computer on his desk, and his face was illuminated by its light as he reopened his email page for what might have been the thousandth time that day. His fingers tapped over and over on his knee in an attempt to calm his nerves as the page loaded at a slow pace. He took the opportunity to look at the time on the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. It was ten o'clock at night, and yet, once again, there was no trace of you among his messages.
His heart stopped for a second when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and he had to close the page he had opened on his computer at full speed before he could even realize who it was.
âHey, take it easy, kid.â Derek said gently, removing his hand from his shoulder and stepping back a step. His eyes fell on the computer screen, and he was intrigued. âWhat were you watching?â He asked, with a playful smile.
âN-nothing.â Spencer's voice trembled beyond his control, and he quickly rose from his chair, trying to shield the computer with his body.
You had been his best-kept secret for quite some time, and he was content with that. He enjoyed the idea of maintaining a certain level of privacy in that aspect of his life, as something just between you two. It was more special and romantic that way.
âNothing? Is that what they call those things now?â Derek inquired, his tone teasing but not unkind. The boy blushed a little, unsure why. âI must admit I'm surprised.â
Reid had to think for a few seconds to figure out what his colleague was talking about, but even before he could understand, Morgan had started speaking again.
âAnyway, turn that off.â He said, pointing to the computer and settling his bag over his shoulder, ready to go. âSomeone's waiting for you in the boardroom.â
Almost automatically, Spencer frowned and watched him, waiting for him to provide more information or at least laugh if he was making a joke. However, that didn't occur. Derek didn't laugh at him or anything of that nature.
âGo, Reid. It might be best not to keep the girl waiting.â He gave his friend a gentle pat on the shoulder and a reassuring smile before heading off on the way to the elevator.
A girl? Waiting for him? How?
Spencer took a moment to collect his thoughts, attempting to grasp the meaning behind Derek's words and the circumstances surrounding the supposed visitor. With a measured pace, he stepped away from his desk and proceeded down the hallway, heading for the boardroom with a contemplative demeanor.
As he opened the door and cautiously stepped inside, he was met with the most glorious sight of his life, the one he had waited so long for, the one that now quickened his pulse and seemed to bring him back to life after feeling dead all day.
You.
Standing at the table, looking intently at the various maps and data scattered around the round table in the center of the room. So deep in thought that you were not even aware of his presence. As pretty as in the pictures of you that he had seen.
He couldn't help but let out a little "oh my" at the sight of you. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he could hear it from across the room, or maybe his ears were just ringing from the blood rushing to his head. Reid stood still, looking at you, amazed. He could see how the light touched your hair and how you bit your lip as you concentrated on organizing the papers and a folder in your hand. It was real. It had to be real.
âHi.â His voice suddenly startled you, making you realize that you were no longer alone and that the door was now open.
You look up from the documents you are examining and see him by chance. It takes you a moment to realize that he works there, and only by the FBI badge in his pants pocket.
âHi.â You responded after giving him a very obvious visual scan.
Your voice.
It was the first time he'd heard you speak, and it was just as he'd imagined it would be.
âIâm-â You extended your hand in a cordial manner to introduce yourself, but he interrupted.
âI know who you are.â He spoke quickly, smiling at you. âI...I...you are...â Reid cursed himself for stuttering the sentence as his tongue suddenly felt too heavy in his mouth.
âOkayâŚI'm waiting for someone.â You said it politely, but your tone showed your anxiety.
Oh, you didn't know it was him.
Spencer let out a laugh to relieve the growing tension, but it came out sounding like a cough. He wanted to hit himself. Why was he acting like a child? He was an agent, for God's sake. His job was to talk to complete strangers every day and do entire profiles without getting nervous. He found it hard to understand how that was changing so much now. He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak more clearly.
âYes, I know.â He replied, sounding a bit nervous. His voice was a little shaky, as if he was straining to get the words out.
âDo you know if this person is coming?â You were standing there with your arms crossed, trying to see if anyone else was coming after him.
At that moment, a look of confusion came over his face. It had not even crossed your mind that it might be him. And although it was to be expected and totally understandable since you had never seen a picture of him, Spencer still felt a twinge of pain and insecurity inside. Perhaps you expected him to look different, or at least not look like a kid playing federal agent.
Maybe it would have been helpful if he had sent you a picture of himself when you sent yours. That way, you might have had a better idea of what to expect. But you were very understanding of his insecurities and lack of comfort with the photos at the time. So he thought everything would be fine anywayâŚhe was so wrong.
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before speaking up. âActually, it's me.â He said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to hide how nervous he was, with little success.
As soon as he said it, you looked surprised, your mouth slightly open, and then you laughed.
âThat's pretty funny.â You said it with a slightly uncomfortable smile. When you realized he wasn't laughing, you added, âGood joke.â
Seeing your reaction, Spencer felt the urge to shrink back and disappear, as if that action could erase the last few seconds of your memory and also erase the feeling he suddenly had of having screwed up in an unfamiliar way. He felt his chest tighten as you asked him again if the person you were waiting for was coming. Was it so hard to believe that he was the person you were talking to? The one who earned your trust and affection?
âI spent several hours on a plane, so please let me know if your colleague is coming.â You spoke again, your tone conveying a hint of disappointment and fatigue. âIf I'm a nuisance and Spencer doesn't want to see me, I'd appreciate knowing that.â
Hearing you say his first name gave him an unexpected shiver. It sounded so pleasant and intimate. He took another deep breath and forced herself to speak clearly.
âWait, he does want to see you.â He paused for a moment, realizing he sounded a bit ridiculous. âI mean, I do. I'm Spencer.â
You're momentarily taken aback, unsure if the guy in front of you is joking. His nervous expression suggests otherwise, and you even entertain the possibility that he might be crazy.
Oh my goodness, you were all alone on a practically empty floor of the FBI offices with an insane agent.
âJust let me know if she's coming or not, please.â You said, taking a few steps back to be at a safe distance from him.
His mouth was so dry he could only manage a soft, hoarse whisper. âShe? Did you think I was a girl?â
âYou?â You furrowed your brow, feeling more confused and uneasy.
At last, he had a suggestion and reached into his pocket to retrieve his badge, holding it out to you in a gesture that seemed to convey innocence.
âIâm Spencer Reid.â He said, his voice betraying a hint of awkwardness as he was caught off guard by the peculiar turn of events.
You looked at the badge, confused, and slowly looked up, looking into his eyes closely for the first time. You studied his face intently, not really believing it.
âAre you Spencer? My Spencer?â You asked.
When you said âmy,â he felt a flutter in his chest. His brain was trying to tell him not to get too invested in the moment, but the vulnerable part of him was moved by the way you said it, like he was all yours. There was a special air of affection there that he liked.
âYes.â He replied, almost in a whisper. âI am.â
You had to take a moment to process the information, eyes glued to his as you tried to make sense of it. Little by little, you come to understand. This was the person you had been talking to every day for monthsâthe person with whom you had shared your fears, stories, and dreams. Yet you hadn't even asked him for a picture or a callâanything that would have made you realize that he wasn't a woman. It seems almost unreal to you to have fallen into such a confusion.
âI sent pictures of my cat to a man?!â Was the first thing you thought, and it managed to come out of your mouth clearly, in an indignant tone. âI said you were my soulmate!â
Now you were the one who sounded insane.
He stood there for a few moments, looking at you and seeing the different emotions on your face. When he finally spoke, his voice had a hint of insecurity in it.
âYesâŚbut your cat is cute, and you take good pictures.â He scratched the back of his neck, looking a bit nervous. âDid you know that the evocative power of images is widely studied? They can help us verbalize and even rescue forgotten memories and stories from our collective memory and-â He silences himself. âSorry.â
When he fell silent, your brain couldn't do the same, and thousands of hard-to-filter words began to appear. You had a strange feeling in your chest, a mixture of familiarity with the way his ramblings sounded to you, just like the emails you loved so much, and confusion about the whole situation.
âThis is so strange.â You said to yourself, pacing around the room a couple of times. âI was so stupid-â
He observed you with great interest, trying to discern the thoughts and feelings that were likely swirling in your mind. He could empathize with your confusion, as he was also uncertain about the circumstances. He couldn't blame you for feeling bewildered. You had embarked on your journey with the expectation of meeting a girl named Spencer, but instead, you encountered him. You had envisioned a lovely girl, and you found himâa simple individual, a nerd who had been told on numerous occasions that nerds lacked charm.
âNo. You're not.â He said, attempting to manage his desire to bridge the gap and offer solace. âIt was a misunderstanding. I should have provided you with more information.â
âHow would you even start a conversation by saying you were a man?â You let out a laugh to yourself. âI would have stopped talking to you instantly.â
The sentence hit him right in the heart.
The two of you had the opportunity to communicate by mail when your boss asked you to send reports on several of the autopsies with similarities you had done to the BAU. It was then that a picture of your cat was sent in the middle of the files. Spencer was the one who received it and made an attempt at a joke after your long apology. And then another, and another, until you ended up talking for four months until now.
But if you had known from the beginning that he wasn't a woman, you wouldn't have bothered to get to know him at all.
âI...I don't know what to tell you..â He admitted, sounding a little more vulnerable. âBut why did you think I was a woman?â
After a moment's thought, you said. âYour name made me think of a girl I knew in college. And you...you were so nice and sweet in your emails that I found it hard to believe that a man could be like that through a screen.â
When you shared how you perceived him through his emails, it seemed that a certain vulnerability came to light. The situation had turned the tables, and now he was the one standing there trying to process the information.
âI thought I finally had a friend. You know what my job is like...and yours is just as all-consuming.â You spoke again, having to sit for a moment in one of the chairs in the place, trying to calm down. âIt would've been great to have someone who understood me as a friend.â
He felt a pang in his heart at your words and was instantly reminded of the times you'd confided in him about how isolated you felt in your lab, surrounded by dead people and computers.
âYou can still do that.â He replied without thinking. âIâm still the same person as before, just different packaging.â
For you, it was much more than that. First of all, you trusted him in the beginning because you thought he was a girl; that's why he understood you so much and you had that special connection.
Hell, you'd even told him how bad your period was, and he'd understood so well. He'd given you tips and facts that you didn't know that were beyond your expectations of what the average man knew.
âI mean, I'm still someone you can talk to.â He continued, his hands moving nervously in his pockets. âUnless you...unless you don't feel that way anymore.â
When you finally spoke, your voice sounded almost whispery and gentle. He couldnât help but lift his gaze from the floor to you, feeling how his body relaxed just a bit with the soft sound of your voice.
âNo, no. I still want to talk to youâŚif youâre my Spencer.â
âI am, all yours.â He replied with a smile.
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FRENZY  á¸á¸á¸ part one
Jake is experiencing real love for the first time in his life. Heâs so infatuated with you that he would do anything to make you understand. And you? Oh, you are in no place to argue with a man who appears to be perfect.Â
á¸á¸á¸  part two here á¸á¸á¸ you must read both parts to get the full story
 á¸á¸á¸ sim jake x afab readerÂ
 á¸á¸á¸ minors dni
 á¸á¸á¸ wordcount: 33k (part two: 14.2k)
 á¸á¸á¸ genre: stalker au, dark fic, slow burn, smut
 á¸á¸á¸ content tags: switch!stalker jake, he is gross but on a plus side heâs got a big shlong, obsession, panty stealing/sniffing, toothbrush sucking, shower water tasting, jealousy, manipulation, past trauma involving sa of reader, reader is manipulated into being obsessed with him too, trauma, jake is very insane, heâs thinks you need him to fix you, reader can be lifted and carried by him.Â
 á¸á¸á¸ !WARNINGS! there is intense trauma, past abuse, and conflict in this fic. Itâs dark with mentions of noncon and dubcon, and an instance where jake keeps going after reader faints. Everything is consenting between the two but only because he is manipulative and a bad person. if you canât handle it, don't read it.
 á¸á¸á¸ a/n: this was way way way longer than I anticipated it to be but i meanâŚâŚ.itâs slow burn so take it or leave it. anyway, huge shout out to @drunkhazed for not only encouraging me to write this every time I lost steam for it, but even helping me work out some of the details. i hope this fic was worth the wait even tho tumblr is forcing me to post it in two parts.
á¸á¸á¸ nsfw tags under cut
á¸á¸á¸ nsfw tags for the whole fic, as in both chapters: masochism (jake), sadism (reader and jake), overstimulation, painful masturbation, praise, worship, dirty talk, blowjob, finger fucking, pussy eating, riding, missionary, mating press, standing up sex yayyyyy, huge giant fat cock jake, deep penetration, unprotected sex, implied breeding, choking, hair pulling, suffocation, cock warming, crying, begging, hate sex, hitting (m receiving), squirting
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Itâs been days since he left his apartment. The skin around his fingernails have been chewed up, his eyes are red and heavy with sleep, and he still canât bring himself to move from this spot. Disgusting as it may be, he loves it. It wasnât like this before but that doesnât matter too much to him right now.
The spot in front of his window has become his home within the apartment, a place where he can feel weightless and deserving of lifeâs pleasures. The sun is more bearable like this, the moon is prettier, even the rain sounds better now. The windowsill is lined with empty cans and food wrappers, a pile of laundry has been sitting in the corner since he started settling in this chair, and itâs gotten to the point now that nothing else in this apartment is of interest to him. Sleep comes easy in this chair too, so why move if he doesnât have to?
He knows his last load of laundry is slowly molding over from not moving them into the dryer days ago, he knows his food is slowly going expired, and heâs aware now that bothering to wear clothes is pointless, theyâll just make the laundry pile bigger. He needs no distractions from this view, save for a quick bathroom trip and sprint to the front door to pick up his food orders. Each moment spent away from this space after five in the afternoon is a waste to him.Â
How did he get here? How did he get to this point in his life? You. Youâre how he got here. Itâs your fault for moving into the apartment next door, your fault for accepting a space within view of his bedroom window, and itâs your fault he waits all day for you to come home, learning your schedule day by day.Â
It started the day he forced himself out of bed. A Saturday afternoon. It was the first time he had the energy to do it after a month of barely moving, given that his recent breakup rendered him a shell of his former self. Recent to him anyway, it had been a year since she moved out, a year was like a day to him though. Time blurs when youâre shifting between resentment and numbness, and he really would have figured he'd have gotten over that breakup by then but he wasnât. The words she last said to him resonated every minute of the day in his head, âheâs my brother!â, âyou broke my phone?!â, âyouâre fucking insane, Jake!â
It was a surprise to him that the man in her call log actually was her brother, but still a man at that and he didnât like it. She was to be loyal to one man. Him. Only him. And she wasnât, but none of that mattered to him after he got out of bed that Saturday afternoon.Â
When he stood to his feet and began to dig through his closet for a shirt that didnât smell like stale depression, it was much the same as any other day when he had the energy to do this. This time though, he opened his blinds and nearly fell on his ass at the warm sun boring through his window at him. He stood there feeling the warmth for a moment before his eyes adjusted enough to look around at the lively streets below.Â
Even through his displeased huff, he stayed looking. If anyone cared to notice, this would be a good sign coming from him. One that shows that maybe heâs thinking about going out for once. Maybe he wants to call up an old friend that he hasnât spoken to in almost a year and catch up on those lively streets. And you know, maybe that could have happened if it werenât for the fact that something else catches his eye.Â
Directly across the street sits a much nicer apartment building, and in his direct line of sight is a large window with opened blinds. Inside, stood you. He didnât know you at the time, of course he didnât, but at that moment he instantly knew that he had to know you. It was like slow motion, a rush of euphoria streaming in his veins as he looked at you for the first time. After so long in a slump, resenting and vibrating hate toward an ex, seeing you was like a glass of cold water during a drought. Even from so far away he knew you had a pretty face. Even from here, he knew youâd want to meet him too.
An immediate attachment he felt, to a stranger across the street unknowing of his existence.
 And thatâs how he got to this point, growing so fond of watching you through that window day after day. Itâs been weeks now since he started, and only the past two days have rendered him unable to move from the spot. Heâs lucky his parents fund this apartment for him under the guise of him getting a degree that he no longer attends classes for. Because, well, he doesnât want to miss a single moment with you. Heâs growing so planted to this uncomfortable computer chair and barely caring because when you come home at five in the evening every day, this chair becomes much more comfortable to him. Almost as if it doesnât exist, hell, heâs practically floating when he watches you.Â
Itâs your own fault heâs like this. Itâs your fault you leave those blinds open, itâs your fault for walking around in close to nothing within the safety of your own home. If you didnât want him to watch you do it, surely you would have closed the blinds by now.Â
Youâre practically inviting him.
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Itâs a given that within those weeks of watching you his obsession hit peak insanity by the time he ended up planted in place by the window. Now though, heâs making plans in his head, because he knows itâs not healthy to just watch. He knows he deserves more than just feeling himself up as he imagines being in that spacious apartment across the street with you. By now, the relief his hand offers pisses him off. He wonders more and more every day what you smell like, what you feel like, how warm you must be. He deserves to know.Â
Such a pretty girl all alone over there, maybe you need some protecting from the other strange men probably watching you too. Jake isnât strange though, he just likes you. A lot. Enough now to leave this chair in front of the window when he knows youâll be at work. Enough to actually get up and shower, enough to start working out again in front of that window just in case you arrive home early. Enough to know your schedule like the back of his hand. Enough to clean his apartment, to throw out his building piles of trash, to shave and touch up his grown out hair.Â
Enough to follow you to the grocery store and purchase the exact things you purchase, cooking later what he presumed to be your dinner and eating it with you there at the window.Â
Itâs gotten to that point, where his confidence is high and he feels as though itâs time. Itâs time to stop waiting around but he needs to know more about you before meeting you officially. Thatâs the only road block by this time and he can only think of one way to do this. After all, he doesnât even know your name in order to look you up online.Â
So, its early Monday morning and he knows youâve got work for at least eight hours and, well, heâs got a fucking need.Â
He watches you in the window before you leave for work, his room now dramatically different than before. Clean. He looks in the mirror, proud of the way he looks now with his stylishly messy hair and skin moisturized. Youâd like him better like this, right?Â
He doesnât even grab a bag to bring with him, because he knows if he forgets anything he brings, youâd take note of someone being there. You might become hyper aware, you might find out it was him in the future. There are too many risks in that. So, he just brings himself, which should be enough.
Going outside was an experience as it always was for him. He always feels so out of place and so entirely alone when he walks near other people. Always wondering if they see him too much or not at all. Thankfully, your apartment is just across the street and itâs a quick trip to get inside of the building. He knew the security here is trash, after all, heâs watched this building door for so long by now, that even if he were to be stopped, heâd know how to get inside anyway. He sees the side doors, the ladder in the alley way, all of it.Â
When he steps inside, part of him almost wants to turn back and purchase a small camera to hide in your apartment. He slaps himself on the forehead for not thinking of that sooner, but heâs already here so he might just have to take note of that for later.Â
With a polite smile he nods to a single security guard and receives a stern nod back. His insides are crawling with energy at how easy this is, and he feels fucking giddy. As he works his way up, entering wrong floor after wrong floor, he finally lands his feet on your floor. He can tell because he double checks, and then triple checks by looking out of the big hallway windows and finding his own apartment straight across the way.Â
He smiles wide at the apartment doors, noting the lack of code entry locks and finding simple turn-key locks. This is perfect, because he practiced a skill for this specific purpose. Lock-picking. He hopes it comes in handy as he pulls out his miniature tools.Â
That practice did come in handy, and he smiles to himself with a near sob of happiness at the sound of what he presumed to be your apartment door unlocking. Intelligent, thatâs what he is.Â
He steps inside and instantly he is dizzy. He was right, he was fucking spot on. This is your apartment, and he canât help but stand in the doorway frozen at the very thought that he fucking did it. He made it in and now your apartment is his for the next few hours if he so wishes.
The first thing he does is go to your window and gaze across the street. Seeing his own window from here felt surreal, thinking back to all of those nights he came undone to the thought of standing in this exact spot. His body reacts quickly to the space, twitching in his pants at the adrenaline he feels.Â
If there is anywhere in the world he could be right now, this would be the exact spot. He hasnât felt this excited in a long time, even compared to when he first saw you and his heart went from rotting to filling with love. Itâs hard at this moment for him to turn around and look somewhere other than his view of that all-too-familiar window of his, but he manages. Heâs slow to turn around, taking in each breath with intention, every glance burning into his memory. From the open curtains, to the open blinds just behind them, to the dull color of the paint on your walls.Â
He smiles as he notes that your apartment is clean, almost obsessively so. Itâs also much nicer compared to his own even when it was brand new. You seem to like candles, apple and sugar cookie scented candles. He can tell from the amount littered around the open living room and kitchen. The dull scent dragging his senses into euphoria. You also seem to like plants, you like shoes, you like plushies.Â
He nods as he takes note of everything in your apartment before sauntering out of the living space and toward the hallway. There, he enters the bathroom first.
Clean still, save for a pile of dirty clothes thrown carelessly into the corner. Before he focuses too much on that pile of clothing though, he stares at your shower, taking note of the other scents youâre drawn to before trailing his fingers along the shower wall. Still damp from your morning shower, he presumes. He lets himself feel the sensation of the droplets soaking his fingertips, running it along several areas of the wall before pulling his hand back. He looks at his glistening fingers for a few moments, preparing himself for a new sensation as he places his fingers to his lips. Sucking in the remnants of your shower and humming. Then, ecstatic with the taste, itâs easy for him to balance himself against the wall and bring his face close to a few more unbothered droplets, licking them into his mouth and relishing in the feeling of the cold shower wall against his tongue. His cheeks dampen through the act, and even when he pulls back for a moment, he canât bear to wipe away the condensation.Â
It tastes like water, but itâs your water. And as he continues to suckle against the wall, he finally pulls back and places his fingers back into his mouth to suck off any last remaining droplets. His eyes now flick to that pile of laundry. Based on your cleanliness in the rest of the apartment, he assumes youâll probably wash these later, which is a fucking waste. He confirms in his head the loss it would be not to take something, and so, he plans to.Â
Fingers still in his mouth, he fumbles with his other hand to shove each piece of clothing up to his face, inhaling the scent of your sleep because these were clearly the pajamas he saw you wearing last night. The scent is dull but he swears he can smell your skin on this fabric and itâs enough to cause another twitch in his pants. His cock already growing heavy and sensitive in the confines of his pants.Â
Finally, the pair of panties. Worn, crumpled on the floor in a presentation too beautiful to resist. He drops your shorts carelessly to grab at them, his fingers leaving his mouth just to smear across the seat of the garments before instantly heâs sighing out in a soft moan. Nuzzling his lips and nose into them, inhaling for an even longer time compared to the other articles of clothing. Itâs as if heâs inhaling a deep hit from a blunt, the scent making him dizzy and entirely hot in the face. He could cry, honestly, as he dips his tongue out just for a moment to taste. Heightening his sensations of you. It was euphoric feeling them in his hand, against his face, in his mouth. Even more so with the scent of them, worn from the day and clearly needing a wash. It was relieving to him in some way, fondling the panties seems to push him further from the reality heâs in, sending his mind into colorful image after image of what these must have looked like clinging to your pussy.Â
Heâs quick to stuff them into his pocket after he gets his fill, forgetting only for a moment that thereâs more to explore and that he canât just sit here all day and jerk off to a single pair of panties. Heâs sure you have more for him somewhere. And with that, he moves his eyes to your bathroom counter.Â
Gazing at your toothbrush momentarily, he fights off the idea of taking that too. Ultimately deciding that youâd definitely think something was off if that went missing.This doesnât prevent him from touching though, as he reaches forward and runs his fingers along the bristles. Just as suspected, itâs still damp too from your morning routine. The sensation of the bristles along his fingers is somehow more arousing than anything else right now, and itâs hard for him to hold back. His cock is now heavy in his pants, leaking against his zipper and begging to be let out. He holds back still though, even as he brings the toothbrush up to his lips much like your other items. He takes in a deep breath first before licking along the handle up to the bristles. Still tastes like toothpaste, and the taste is far too overpowering to be able to taste you. Still, his hips lunge forward against the counter as he tastes another part of you.Â
He stays like that for a while, hips pressing forward every few seconds in search of the friction his zipper offers, and your toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he rummages around your drawers and cabinets.Â
By the time he has searched every inch of your bathroom, he finally places your toothbrush back into its place and stares at it for a moment longer. If you continue to use it, itâs like youâre kissing him. He hopes you like it as much as he does. And just like that, his interest in the bathroom is gone. Excitement bubbles up yet again, knowing that he still has more of your space to explore for his own pleasure. He adjusts his length in his pants and sighs with a dazed smile and leaves the bathroom almost exactly as you left it.
Quietly, he goes further down the hallway. There's only one other room and he just knows that itâs your bedroom, that much is clear. You always keep these blinds closed but sometimes he can see your shadow when you turn on your light at night. This is where he wants to be right now, and upon opening that door, heâs immediately hit with another new scent. Home.Â
He doesnât waste his time indulging himself here, throwing himself forward onto your bed, face down, and instantly groaning at the feeling of his sore cock hitting your mattress under his own weight. By this point, itâs weeping with pre-cum and staining his jeans with a large dampened spot. The feeling is so much to handle as he lays there trying to breathe through the raw feeling of how badly he wants to fuck something. How badly he wants to fuck you.Â
He laughs to himself in the bliss of your scent as he tears up, gripping your duvet and covering his face with it. He breathes heavily as his gleefully aroused tears begin to soak into the fabric. Then, because of course he would, he gags himself by stuffing that very same duvet past his lips. He closes his eyes now, imagining that you let him in, youâre here with him, youâre here under him. The scent of apples and cookies would be drenching the air, your panties would be wet and begging to be off of you. Fuck, he wants to consume these sheets the same way he wants to consume you.Â
Immediately, he sucks on the fabric with a lift to the corner of his lips, smiling as he tastes the closest thing in this apartment to your body save for the panties in his pocket. He feels like heâs floating right now, and he would be a fool to hold off any longer. He wants to have his way here, hoping that you donât notice the stains he plans to leave behind. Hoping you sleep on them, hoping you sit your bare pussy against the same spot he intends to fuck as hard as he would fuck you.Â
He slides a hand down between his body and the mattress and dips into his pants with a visible shiver, finally offering himself relief. Long and slender fingers making their way around his length and instantly heâs unable to keep quiet. His eyebrows lift in relief at the feeling, rubbing his tongue raw against your duvet with his muffled moans, writhing wildly as he begins to fuck forward. His ears are ringing, his finger tips are burning against his own arousal, and he doesnât think heâs ever been so fucking happy in his life than he is right now.Â
As he continues, his wrist is being rubbed raw much like the head of his cock and his tongue. So many sensations come from the fabric you provide and, god, he loves it. He canât help it when he aggressively shoves his pants down, allowing his pre-cum to spurt out of him, instantly staining your sheets and causing him to pick up the pace. Fucking against his hand and humping with no real rhythm.Â
His moans come out in short, muffled whimpers. Your blanket in his mouth makes the sound more pathetic than it already would have been, but he loves the way the sounds echo off of your walls. Itâs like he was meant to be in this room doing this. Like this is the only room he should be intimate in, whether it be with himself or you. He wants to moan like this not just because of you but, for you. He wants you to play with him, he wants you to fucking destroy him, mocking his overly sensitive cock until heâs crying.Â
His mind is spinning as he fucks forward with these images in his head, the scent of you only drives him further and further from the reality at hand. He sobs only a little when he pushes the duvet out of his mouth, quickly replacing that with your pillow. He buries his face into it so hard that he nearly canât breathe. The lack of oxygen hitting him second by second until heâs gasping for the same warm air thatâs being trapped by the plush pillow, his orgasm bubbles up quickly with each jerk of his body.Â
Faster and faster he fucks into his palm, paying no mind to the burn on the under side of his cock that repeatedly rubs against the sheets. His muffled breath now comes out in short cries of laughter as he feels his release approaching. He chases it aggressively, violently. He wants his cock to fucking ache for you.
And it does, a mixture of searing heat and release hitting him all at once. He canât breathe as his body stutters against your sheets, his pathetic cock continuously releasing a greedy amount just for you to sleep soundly in later.Â
Then he just lays there, feeling every last drop leave him and make a home within your sheets and mattress. All he can do is grin as he tries to catch his breath, rolling over and feeling his already-spent cock pulse at the cold air that hits it. He lifts his head to look down at it, noting how red it is even as it softens up. Again, heâs floating right now. He canât believe he managed to get inside, he canât believe he has your panties, he canât believe heâs even tasted you.Â
Through his blissed out state, his eyes begin to travel around your room as he comes down from his high. Heart pounding still, he realizes he didnât comprehend a single corner of this room the second he saw your bed. It was like he cared about nothing, it was like he died and went to heaven, and he wouldnât have it any other way save for you being on this bed with him.Â
Then, his eyes land on your dresser and heâs careful when he stands up to balance himself, tucking his length half back into his pants and wincing at the sensitivity. Jackpot. Jakeâs attention is solely focused on your dresser now, wobbling over and trying to pretend that his body isnât still shaking from his recent orgasm.
Heâs in a world of euphoria again, immediately after having gotten off so quickly within the sheets of your bed, and now as he rifles through your panty drawer, his sensitive cock is twitching with embarrassing interest. He laughs at himself and the way he could probably fuck you repeatedly for hours at this point. Never has he been so ready to come again a mere minute and a half after already having done it once. He holds off though, pocketing a few more pairs of your panties before turning his attention to your closet.
There, he notes the fashion you like, the shoes you have hidden probably for nights out, andâŚoh.Â
Sex toys.Â
He glares at them for a moment, wondering if you only have these because youâve yet to realize how badly youâd want him to do it for you. This leads him to believe that you must be desperate for touch, for love, and surely he could make you feel better than a piece of soft rubber, surely you wouldnât need these if you have him, right?Â
He grabs one with a huff and inspects it for use. Upon realizing this has been well loved by you, he removes the batteries and pockets those too, solely because he refuses any competition when it comes to you. Another mental note to find any and every battery in this apartment so that this toy becomes useless to you and your pussy. After all, youâre his now and itâs only a matter of time before you realize it.
He shakes his head in disappointment at his findings before tossing the toy back into the space he found it and turning his attention to your desk. After all, heâs lost all interest in this closet simply for containing items that offer you pleasure. At least at your desk, he might find some deeper information about you.
And God, itâs like you knew he was going to be here. He smiles, his heart swelling at your kindness of leaving your journal right here in the open for him. Inside is a page bookmarked with what he assumes to be junk mail.Â
Thereâs your full name though, glistening in the dark space of his brain that was dying to be filled with information about you. He whispers it to himself, loving the way the tip of his tongue tingles at the act of saying it out loud for the first time. His heart flutters as he runs his fingers along the plastic window of the envelope, repeating your name several times, as if to conjure your spirit up right here, right now, to bask in his post-orgasm glory of love for you.
Heâs almost got all of the information he needs with this simple envelope. He knows exactly where you live obviously, your full name, what you like, your favorite scents, and now all he needs isâÂ
He pauses as his eyes fall to the page marked in your journal, damn. It seems to be your most recent entry, and you really let it all out in these pages. His own ex-therapist suggested he start keeping journals too, but fuck no. Thatâs too much work for him. He doesnât like giving himself that type of attention either, but thank god you keep one.
Your self written bible, with all the information in the world about you coming from your own hand, your own brain, is right here in the palm of his hand and itâs not hard for him to decide what to do with it.Â
Just like that, an hour passes as he starts from the beginning and works through your thoughts starting from early last year. Right around the time his ex-girlfriend left him, the bitch.Â
The deeper into this journal he goes, the more he learns. Intimate things, fucked up things. He almost laughs at your pain, how silly of you to love someone when he was here all along. You had your heart broken, met someone who fixed you, then he destroyed you even more than the first man. Silly you, choosing the wrong people and letting yourself be hurt enough to write about it.Â
Itâs not until he reads what your recent ex did to you that he starts to really feel something. Anger. So much fucking anger that a man touched you like that. He hurt you like that, then left you feeling torn apart and, as you wrote, âdead insideâ. The anger is so strong as he grips your journal and nearly crumples the page. He wants to rip it out, to erase it from your life so you forget it ever even happened. You wouldnât need to remember all of this if youâd let him in.
But he canât just rip this page from your life, because youâd notice. These are your deepest secrets, surely youâd be on high alert if something like this were to go missing. So, he opts to read it again, and again, and again, searing it into his memory like a mantra of you and your life. A mantra of why you need him, and why the universe is putting you in front of him.Â
Now, the further and further he reads, the pages are filled by this man who hurt you. He can practically smell the tears you shed when writing these shaky words. Detailing each painful touch, each emotion and moment of dissociation that happened to you during that time. Thereâs something about the way you write your pain that arouses him just as much as everything else you do.Â
Perhaps it's the anger of you being taken advantage of in that way, or perhaps itâs because heâs reading each fine detail and wishing he was you, and you were the ex. He wants you to hurt him the way youâve been hurt, the thought alone is enough to make him fall deeper, and harder in love with you. He wants to feel everything youâve felt.
In his mind, youâre doing this to him. He wants you to hurt him that way so badly. He wants you to have him broken and crying, with all the power in the world because itâs what you deserve. Because of him, you will forget what happened to you. He will fix you, and you will break him.Â
The more he reads, the more he fantasizes. Itâs not your pain, itâs his now, except he would never tell you to stop. Heâd be begging for more, more, more. In his head, yes, youâre on top of him and gagging him with your fingers so he canât cry out. Youâre the one hitting him and taking him for all heâs worth. Youâre the one calling him dirty names and forcing a painful orgasm through his body.
The image in his head right now is so beautiful, and itâs all you. The man no longer exists in his thoughts as he stares down at your words, another flash of a smile crossing his lips as he snakes his hand down his pants for the second time, because this time he canât resist it. The words appear more like an erotic novel rather than your own painful trauma. He finds it easy when he checks out of reality, each drag of his palm up his cock sending waves of warmth through his body with each new word he reads.Â
He likes the way you write âfuckâ, he loves the way you write, âI deserved better.â He adores you so much, he wants you to say those things to him. Even if he would never hurt you, he would be more than willing to let you hurt him, to let you be the aggressor, to ruin him and make him bleed.Â
His fingers squeeze around his length harder as he feels his legs attempt to buckle. He allows himself to fall to his knees on your floor, gripping the journal like itâs his last life line in this world.Â
His eyes shoot across the paper and heâs biting against his bottom lip so hard that he can taste the metallic flavor of blood as he takes in every pen stroke. That taste of blood only becomes more obvious to him when he begins to whine at his own grip against his cock. Itâs not enough, and it will never be enough until youâre the one ruining him. He grips tighter, bouncing up on his knees to chase the feeling as he works himself up, only briefly losing the ability to read when he rolls his eyes back at the desperate feeling of needing you here with him to hold onto. His entire body is burning up, pulsing aggressively, and yet, still shivering at the cold and lonely air within your apartment.Â
Then his eyes are right back down on your journal, his hips continuing to chase. Heâs not alone, youâre here with him, you are surrounding him entirely right now. This is the air you breathe into, and the gasps he takes with the realization are deep and intentional as he swallows up the air in this room until it feels suffocating.Â
âPart of me wishes I wanted it, It would have hurt less, I think.â You had written one day last week.
He groans at your boldness, poking his tongue to his cheek with a frustrated moan.Â
âAt least I left the city. Mom told me to change my number too, but I haven't done that yet. I hope he can never find me again.âÂ
Jake smiles with a clenched jaw, because that man wonât ever find you again. Not with him by your side. He will protect you, he will make damn sure that any man who wants you canât have you.Â
He edges himself for a bit this time, after having gotten off so quickly before. He wants this one to be drawn out, he wants it to fucking hurt, and it does already. His sensitive length is twitching against the pre-dampened denim itâs being restricted by, his knuckles are red and raw from hitting the zipper of his pants, and the inside of his lip is still bleeding. Finally, he skews his pants down just enough to let his length spring free.Â
The suffocating air of your apartment wraps around him so beautifully, and once again heâs shivering and letting out a chuckle. It feels so good. It feels so much better when heâs here and not stuck in his apartment. It feels amazing reading your words of pain, putting himself in your position and wishing so much for you to take this frustration out on him.Â
He edges, and edges. Fucking up, then strangling the base of his cock to prevent orgasm. God, it feels so hot, so good that it becomes harder each time he does it. Again and again, until the shadows of your curtains shift in position, until he feels like his head might explode, and thatâs when he realizes he has been reading, sometimes the same page over and over again, for hours and at least an hour more fucking himself.
Surely youâll be getting off from work soon, but heâs so close. Heâs so, so, fucking close to you right now and he canât bare to end it just yet. The images of your past burns in his gut, and despite being in your space, he truly is so far away. He cannot imagine your face up close, and only imagines the silhouette of you, the shape of you that heâs seen so many times before. Every image is from a street away, and still itâs so unfathomably arousing to think you could use him as your diary. You could whisper your painful little thoughts into his mouth and let him swallow them up, let him erase them from your life.Â
Take this rage out on him. Hit him. Make him suffer the way you did, he would love that. Giving you such an outlet, and loving it more and more each time.Â
He fucks up once, hard, and for the last time he squeezes against his weeping cock so tightly as if to prevent himself from releasing. His body canât take it anymore though, he loses all control even through his tightened grip at the base of his cock. Still, he manages to focus his eyes down at your journal, placing it directly against the underside of his cock, and there, he lets go. Strings of white shooting out past the journal and onto your carpet, seeping in almost instantly as he lets out a long and choked out moan. Raspy and raw, he can barely recognize his own voice.Â
The sweat on his brow drips down as he shakes through the most intense orgasm he thinks heâs ever had, vibrating moans coming out as pained whimpers as he continues to pump himself empty against the pages of your trauma. Then, he pulls your journal up to his lips in a last attempt to show how desperate he is at this moment. He closes it, licking up the spine of the book before dropping it to the floor in exhaustion.
His mind and body has never been so stimulated by another person. Despite you not even being in this room to physically do it for him, he feels as though heâs just professed a profound love for you and you accepted it. Heâs left himself all over your space, marking you, marking his territory, swearing to his shaking soul that he will never let another person touch you.Â
The only pain you should ever feel again is when your palms sting from swelling his skin before kissing it better.Â
As he sits, coming back to himself, still trembling from pleasure and overwhelming adoration, his eyes scan further around your room and note all of the little trinkets of personality you like to show to yourself.Â
A list of movies youâve watched dangles, pinned on a cork board by your tv, and next to that is a list of movies you havenât gotten to watch yet. On the other side of him is a bookshelf, containing a variety of novels, manga, magazines, cds, and even a few little figurines of characters that must bring you comfort.Â
All of these things, the scents you like, the colors you like, the books, movies, shows, music. It burns into his memory the same way you did when he first saw you.Â
It doesnât matter that his body feels weak at this moment, his mind will never be calm when heâs thinking of you. These forms of entertainment are now his favorite things. His fingers struggle to pull out his phone, and struggle more to find his notes app.Â
There, he stays for an hour more. Typing and retyping everything he can see, smell, and touch. Every single movie, every single music disk, every single manga, magazine, and book. He will love them as much as he loves you, and he will be the person you seem to need so badly in your life.Â
And then, as he glances up to the tiny, bastard of a digital block on his phone, reality sets in. He needs to leave now.
Thankfully enough, youâre right on schedule as usual. Heâs crossing the street to his own apartment when he catches the scent of you carried by the wind, and right there, he glances. For the first time seeing you a little closer than usual.Â
He doesnât know if you look happy, sad, or exhausted, all he knows is that youâre truly a feast for his eyes as he stares a few moments too long and you make eye contact with him.
ThenâŚ.you smile.Â
You smile at him, with a small wave as you walk through the buildingâs doors with not a clue in the world that the kind faced, handsome, stranger you just made eye contact with was worshiping the very air you breathe.
For him, that smile managed to ignite something else in him that he didnât even know he had. Perhaps a feeling of confirmation? No, maybe it was validation? Either way, the pep in his step is at least an inch higher than itâs ever been as he makes his way up to his home, and finds himself right back at the window.Â
He feels satisfied, happy, and maybe even a bit sleepy as he watches you from across the street. Standing where he just stood, disappearing to what he now knows is the bathroom.Â
With all the new information, surely it wonât be the last or only time heâll be in that room with or without you. Now, he can meet you as the best version of himself. The best version of the person you would love.Â
Perhaps now, he can accidentally run into you enough times that youâll have no choice but to face an introduction, and right then and there, he will be the perfect man for you. Youâll invite him in, youâll share all of those secrets with him, and you will love him.Â
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Buying a camera was easy, and setting it up against his window so that he never had to risk missing a single second with you was even easier. Especially because now he had studying to do.Â
Movies, shows, music, books, all of it. He delved in for days, living the lives of other people through the media you seemed to love so much. Through all of it, he paid most attention to the romantic aspect of each bit of entertainment you seem to enjoy the most in your free time.Â
He learns how these men kiss their significant others, he studies how they look at each other and express their emotions. In the music, he listens and anticipates that he can make you feel better than these songs do. In the books, even the horror related ones, he focuses on the emotional aspect and forces himself to learn these expressions.Â
Love and hate arenât the only two emotions he should be feeling, but they are for the most part. Save for things like jealousy, arousal, and entitlement. He needs to learn sympathy. Empathy, passion, contentedness, melancholy. There is a vast array of emotions he needs to master, and he canât help but feel like thatâll just take far too long.Â
As he is, he loves you. As you are, he loves you. You should love him the same, and you will love him the same. After all, he already loves the same movies, books, and music. What else could you possibly ask for from him, outside of a burning loyalty driven by passion? Outside of never laying a hand on you, nor letting another person within ten feet of you if you so much as blink at him lovingly?
Itâs as if weeks passed when he started watching you through the recorded footage. Really though, itâs only been a week because he can still smell the scent of you on those dainty little panties each time he wraps them around his sore cock. They satisfy him plenty when he uses your other, cleaner garments that he took from your dresser against his lips.Â
Each night since he was in your apartment, heâs fucked into these panties, remembering the taste of your shower water and toothpaste, and each night he grows more and more weary of when he can have more.
Still, these panties are getting him through this difficult period of down time, the anticipation that soon enough, youâll smile at him again is enough to not jump for the opportunity to get back into your apartment just yet. Because soon, youâll probably invite him in next time too, maybe even let him taste you rather than a simple remnant of you.Â
Even your social media drives him to learn quicker. Itâs private, of course, and all he has to go off of is that pixelated image of you, your interests, the burning images of your trauma, your name, age, address, and used panties. Sure, heâs satisfied for the time being but he knows for a fact that this âcontentâ feeling will only continue to fade away and be replaced with the intense need to just fucking meet you.Â
He knows youâre hiding from someone, and that someone just so happens to not be him. So, heâs the one man in the world you could ever hope to meet anyway. A protector, a lover, a fierce defender and an outlet for all of your pain.Â
And oh, what great news is it that just a mere two days later that content feeling does, indeed, run out! Not only does he feel well equipped to be your forever soulmate, but when he looks at himself in the mirror, still fond of now trimming and taking care of himself, heâs gotta say that he plays the part well on both fronts.Â
Itâs another Saturday afternoon, this time he takes the time to sit by the window and watch the shadow of you through that closed bedroom curtain. He wonders how often you wash your sheets, or clean your carpet, or lose your batteries to your stupid fucking sex toys.Â
Surely the remnants of him are still there, surely youâre used to his scent by now. You wonât be afraid when he steps out around the same time you do. You definitely wonât think itâs strange that he just so happens to be grocery shopping too, or that heâs needing the same ingredients you are needing. Maybe youâll like it when he brushes his hand against yours when going for the same tomato.Â
Heâs confident, and heâs ready. Thatâs for sure.Â
What he wasnât ready for though, is how outgoing you are.Â
Naturally, he smells you before he sees you. Hyper aware that every person on the street that isnât you just ends up invisible to him anyway. He doesnât intentionally walk into you, acting as if heâs going the opposite way. Except he does.Â
The first touch of your body to his is nothing but a mere âaccidentâ. The soft padding of your jacket collides with his hoodie, and still he swears he could feel the blood pumping through your veins at that moment. His entire body erupts in goosebumps at the first touch, he sighs out at the intentional mishap, not yet making eye contact with you.Â
He falls back only slightly, raising his hands in defense and mock apology. Right there on the street, not even a block from the two buildings both of you call home.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât evenââ He goes to say, mind blanking the moment he does look at you, and you look back at him.
Youâre right there. He can feel your energy hit him in the chest, as if that little collision was nothing less than a car hitting him at full speed. His breath is caught in his throat as he takes in your image up close for the first time.Â
You lookâŚ.frail. Not like a sickly-frail, but the kind of frail that only comes with emotional baggage. You look sleepy, with your cold cheeks and watering eyes from the icy wind hitting them. So badly does he want to grip you and pull you into his chest. He wants to hold you, he wants to keep you warm, he wants to kiss those shivering lips and hold those shaking hands.Â
Youâre a mere foot away from him and his heart is already exploding. Standing in awe, oblivious to the fact that he has lost his ability to control the situation upon looking at you, because now all he can think about is giving you everything in the world.
Then, you glance away from him and speak.Â
âNo, no.â You look to the ground after that brief eye contact and seem to shy away from the interaction. âI shouldnât have been looking at my phone.â You continue to stare at the ground, gripping your bag close to you out of instinct rather than fear or anxiety.Â
âLikewise.â Jake smiles, trying to refrain composure and softening his voice. Still, he burns the image of you into his corneas and memorizes the pitch of your voice. âHeyâŚâ He adds, trailing off a bit and dipping his head to draw your eyes up to him in a friendly way.Â
âI think Iâve seen you before, do you live around here?âÂ
You pause. Heâs just a friendly stranger with a tender voice but the brief glimpse you had of him did seem familiar.Â
âYou seem kind of familiar too?â You question, easing your tense body and looking up at him with another smile, this time more awkward. Mostly because you definitely avoided his question.Â
âHuh, small world.â He shrugs, offering little to no context to that statement before shifting the balance on his feet and stiffening at the harsh wind that picks up.
This is the moment in which any normal person would say their goodbyes, last apologies, and be on their way. Jake is too in love to comprehend what normal people would do though.Â
âWell, if it makes you feel any better, I forgot my wallet at home and was running back to grab it before the market gets packed with college kids trying to buy all of their weekend alcohol. I really didnât mean to run into you like that.âÂ
God, he feels like a robot saying it. He did mean to run into you, and he didnât forget his wallet.Â
âOh! Iâm actually on my way to the store.â You admit, trying to appreciate his explanation and press the idea of forgiving and forgetting. âSo you live close by then?â You add, feeling better asking him where he lives rather than stating your own place of residence.Â
âYeah, I live over there.â He points at the building across from yours, silently taking a step closer.Â
The chill in the air is harsh, but the way you donât move back from him is much softer and easier to swallow as a man on a mission.Â
When you perk up at recognizing his apartment building, itâs very telling. Well, to him it is, but to anyone else he could assume they wouldnât have picked up on that slight blink of surprise he caught.Â
âHuh,â You state casually. âWell, Iâm going to go pick up some groceries too. I walk this same way back, do you want me to spot you on your groceries as my own apology for not paying attention?â
Partially, you do this because you want to be alone, and upon meeting this man who is running the same errand as you, you think you may feel too awkward to go through your daily plan running into him again. Plus, he lives right across from you, and you find yourself not wanting him to know where you live.Â
To him though, outgoing may be an understatement. Youâre offering to not only shop for him, but to drop it off at the desk? Youâre inviting yourself into his space?!Â
âDonât be silly, Iâll just run and grab my wallet and Iâll be right back out. I can help you carry your things. Itâs not safe for a lady to be walking alone on a Saturday anyway.â He assures you, stiffening up his shoulders in the wind and smiling at you.
You donât know how to reject his offer, as awkward as it is, and somehow as comforting as it is. Solely because he just confirmed your silent anxieties about being in this city alone. You do this walk to the market every weekend, and despite you slowly becoming accustomed to the area, you never truly feel safe doing it alone.Â
Should you reject the offer and go back home? You have enough snacks to last you the night and you can just go to the market tomorrow. And even with those thoughts in your head, you wonder why you nod to him, and you wonder why you step back toward the building behind you and lean against it as if youâll wait for him.Â
You shiver at the wind as he nods to you and jogs to the very same building he pointed out before disappearing inside of it, and all you can do is internally panic at how pathetic you are. You should not be inviting this random man to walk with you, or to carry your things for you. Heâs going to know where you live. What if your ex set this up? You wouldnât put it past him for a second.
Then you think a little deeperâŚperhaps youâre comforted by this manâs calm and somewhat genuine kindness. Youâre not amazing at reading people, clearly, but he seems to be kind. Still, youâre too afraid to tell another person ânoâ these days out of fear that they will be angry.
 Youâre now hyper aware of your surroundings, wondering if the threat looms elsewhere, or if you just invited the threat to walk you to the supermarket.Â
You have no choice but to take the chance though, with the way he mentioned that you shouldnât be walking alone on a weekend. Youâd be paranoid with or without a stranger escorting you, especially after returning home from work last week and swearing your apartment felt different. Your anxiety regarding your ex is at an all time high.Â
Should you even want to reject this small situation of possible safety? Itâs still known, to you at least, that your ex hasnât been able to find you, nor has he texted or called you since your first week of living in this city.Â
Finally, you decide to just try and relax. If you show your fear, perhaps this man will turn on a dime and take advantage like everyone tends to do with you. Even if you donât remember leaving your apartment door unlocked last week, even if you donât remember misplacing your batteries for a particular item in your closet.
You canât just assume every new, kind, and handsome face is working with your ex. You canât just let your fear continue to control your life.Â
At least with this new face, and the security in your building being well aware of your safety concerns, you nor your personal space could be violated inside of your own home at the very least.Â
Outside though? On the streets with dozens of others? The risk is high, and you arenât even sure if you have the capability to run fast enough or react fast enough with the little safety keychain you keep in your hand, buried in your puffy jacket pocket.Â
By this point, youâre more afraid to walk alone than you are to walk with this nameless man. Saying no to him would only result in another evening walk full of paranoia, then again, walking with him still brings a whole different type of paranoia. That is, until he comes running back up to you with that same warm smile, hands tucked into his hoodie, and the promise of some sort of protection at least for this grocery run.Â
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âSo,â Jake starts after several long minutes of walking with you in silence. âDo you always walk alone at night?â
You nod to him quietly, about to say something before he sighs and shakes his head.
âThatâs brave. You must be new to this side of town because itâs not exactly the safest for you to just be wandering around by yourself.âÂ
Itâs obvious to Jake that this is only a half truth, but he knows what youâre running from by being here and he canât help but ensure future endeavors with you, even if just to have you need him each time you leave your apartment. He would gladly walk you to the moon and back if you so much as considered it an option.Â
âOh, really?â You respond with slight distress. âI moved here because of the safety ratings. I wasnât aware that it was an actual concern outside of me just worrying too much.âÂ
He picks up on it.Â
âEvery city is dangerous if you think about it. You know where my building is if you need it though. Just let me know if you ever need someone to usher you back and forth.â
You scoff almost, laughing at the implication that youâd consider that an option.Â
âPlease, that would be so inconvenient and inconsiderate for me to do. Besides, I have this nifty little keychain!â You smile, trying to make light of the situation and the anxiety his words of your bravery are bringing to you.Â
âThat is pretty nifty,â He laughs, eyeing your keychain and watching you put it back into your pocket. âCanât imagine that keychain would stop anyone though.â He adds with a light and casual tone, only because he knows that the keychain couldnât stop him. âPlus, itâs not inconsiderate. Iâm much more effective than that keychain of yours.â
There is a deep fear instilled in you at his words, ones that make you curl in on yourself internally. Maybe you really couldnât protect yourself without someone next to you. You slow your pace for a moment and consider his words. Pepper spray, a seatbelt cutter, taser, and a pair of pointy claws wonât do a damn thing for you if you end up frozen on the spot at a threat. Which is something you know yourself to do when danger rises. Perhaps this stranger is right about that, and if heâs offering, maybe it wonât be so embarrassing to actually follow up on that, especially if he proves to simply be a kind and concerned neighbor.Â
Then again, maybe heâs just being nice and doesnât want you to genuinely expect that from him.Â
âCan I know the name of the person willing to escort me to and fro?â You try to play it off as a joke with a sweet and calm tone to your voice, thankful that youâve become an expert at hiding your fear by now, but he stutters in response. Stopping in his tracks and deadpan staring at you.
âOh my god, how rude of me.â The same smile, the same soft voice, and nowâ and extended hand to you. âIâm Jake, and I fully expect you to require my assistance at any time, any day, when you feel it may not be safe for you to be out here alone.âÂ
âWhat the fuck?â You comment without full intent, reaching for his hand and gripping it in yours.Â
ItâsâŚdelightfully warm.Â
âHm?â He perks up a brow. âWhat was that?â
âItâs like you can read my mind or something.â You laugh, now releasing his hand and feeling far more comfortable walking with him, and possibly accepting his offer.Â
âIâve been told that before, you know.âÂ
Good fucking lord, the feeling of you gripping his hand was something that could have sent him straight to an asylum. Cold hands, warm smile, a reluctant tone in your voiceâ he sees you size him up, and god, fuck, did he see you just accept him for all that he is at this moment. He broke past your first wall, he could see it in your eyes when they flickered for just a moment.Â
âI bet you have.â You confirm for him, now giving him your name and looking up at him. The dim streetlights and remnants of the setting sun sure do put this moment on a pedestal in your head for some reason.Â
Your first friend in this city. Surprisingly itâs a man, and even more surprisingly, he seems to be entirely in tune with every single anxiety you have about life right now without even fucking knowing it.Â
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The immediate night after you willingly led a kind stranger to the front of your apartment building, seemingly right across the street from his own, was the moment you realized that for the first time in years, you really did feel safe.Â
Jake, this new person who appeared out of thin air walking right into you and somehow, into your life as well, is safe. With the well-bleached hair peeking from his hoodie, tired eyes, and the blushed cold air on his face doing nothing more than highlighting his features, you didnât want to admit the immediate attraction to him.
In fact, those feelings of instant attraction are what got you into that mess with your ex. Itâs what youâre running from now, and what you were intending to avoid. Itâs in your nature to want to be around an attractive person, sure, but is it so strange to lean in so quickly when said attractive person lives across the street and offers you convenient means to feel even safer? Youâre not jumping into an immediate relationship or anything by feeling safe around him. You donât know him well enough, but for some reason, all you need to know to satisfy you is that heâs not out to take from you. He didnât seem to need or want more, even in those long moments of silence standing beside him in the supermarket.
If anything, Jake, himself, is a new safety measure you intend to use for yourself, even as a last resort. Not because his smile is charming, or his voice is soft. Definitely not because his fashion sense seems to be well thought out, and his clothes hang against his body as if he had a real life filter consistently maintaining that every angle of his face and body remains perfect.Â
Itâs because he offered it. Point. Blank. Period. You, unfortunately, are not in any position to deny that itâs what you need either. You know for a fact that your ex is still asking around for you and trying to figure out where you live. Not to get back together, but just to let you know that heâs around, and he always will be for as long as you live.Â
So, Naturally, the days leading up to running into this man was a whirlwind of paranoia for you. Nothing that even your heavy doses of medication could calm, yet, he managed to do it on that simple fifteen minute walk to the grocery store, and that somehow quicker fifteen minute walk back home.
That happy shocked sigh he let out at learning you live right across from him, was weirdly comforting too. As if he was just as relieved as you were that he knew he could at least keep an eye on you if you needed him to. Like he would be willing to call you at three in the morning if he so much as saw suspicious activity outside of your building. Plus, you were debating at the time lying to him about where you live just to comfort yourself, and youâre glad you didnât.
It caught your attention, and you find yourself longingly looking out of your window today, scanning the building across from you and wondering which one of those rooms would be the most safe for you. Your motherâs voice muffled through your phone as your eyes wander, and a smile forms at her words.
âDonât you think itâs too soon to be putting your trust into a complete stranger? Honey, I donât want to watchââ
âI know, Mom. Really, itâs not like that. I barely know the guy but donât you think itâs a good thing that I have a neighbor now? One thatâs willing to walk with me so Iâm not alone out here?â
Thereâs silence on your motherâs end for a few moments before she sighs.Â
âIt does make me feel at ease, I admit,â She starts, sounding as if sheâs going to cry. âI just want you to be careful. Andâ I want you to tell me things if anything were to happen. I donât want you to keep anything from me anymore.âÂ
You sigh now, more in a defeated and sad way as your eyes trail down to the door of Jakeâs building and notice him stepping out and heading down the street.Â
âI wonât hide anything anymore. The last thing I want is to go through that again, but Iâm healing. Really, every day feels a little better, a little safer.â You back up from your window and smile again, grabbing your coat and slipping on your shoes. âI gotta go though. I love you, Mom.âÂ
You donât hang up until you hear her say it back, and then youâre out the door to catch up to him. Unsure of why youâre doing it, and ultimately choosing to ignore the fact that you were staring at his building.Â
Jake, on the other hand, has been reeling for days. Though, more careful now when he watches you. He even moved his camera slightly, hiding it better since heâs caught you staring out the window at his building multiple times.
Itâs confirmation that, at the very least, you think about him.Â
âHey!âÂ
At first, he thought that voice was his imagination like always. He ignores it, relishing in how well he managed to remember that little rasp you have sometimes when the wind blows like this. Given, heâs only walked with you once to and from the grocery store, the weather was much the same, and your voice cracked a few times in your words to him.Â
âJake, Wait up!âÂ
He hears it closer now, followed by the sound of foot steps andâŚ.fuck. Itâs you. Youâre really running after him as he makes his way to the local mall, all to buy the next book on his list from your bedroom.Â
âHey?!â He turns to you, unable to control his glee at the turn of events.Â
For once, after all this time of him watching you, youâre approaching him without prompting and it only took one official meeting.Â
So naive. You do need protection.Â
âWhatâre you doing here looking so warm?â Jake adds, outstretching his arms and watching you pause at the invitation for a hug. âToo soon?â He lets his arms fall before stuffing his hands back in his pocket.Â
You panic only for a moment, realizing you definitely need an excuse to be chasing him down like this solely because you crave that short instance of safety he offered you once before. Sadly, you have no excuse. You had nowhere to be today, nor any plans to leave your apartment at all and yet, here you are, avoiding his hug and yet still wanting to stand in front of him.
âOh,â You instantly come up with a lie. âI was running out to the market again because I forgot to buy something.âÂ
Jake perks up even more at the idea that he could walk you to and from the market, and possibly even offer that you come with him to the mall. Maybe this is the perfect time to bring up the book youâve already read, that he, apparently, so desperately wants to read too.
âWhat did you forget?â He asks playfully, noting in his head that maybe youâre a forgetful person. Which is kind of cute.Â
âUhââ You pause, breaking eye contact and blurting out a random item. âMilk.â
Well, that was a lie and he definitely knows it. He carried that jug of milk that was not forgotten back to your apartment for you. In fact, he hadnât worked out his arms in a while due to his focus on his abs and stomach that he even felt a little sore due to how long he was carrying it, all while the wind was freezing his fingers to ice for you.Â
âAh, should we go grab you some milk then?â
You donât think twice before you nod, sighing in relief that the lie was taken at face value and not realizing for a moment that you just impeded on whatever plan he had prior to you interrupting him.Â
âOkay, can we stop somewhere else first? If you want?â He eases into the question, studying your expression and loving every moment of it. Craving to be close to you, even just to stare. âItâs okay if you donât want to, I can always just grab milk on my way home and drop it.â
Oh, you were being rude. Only now realizing how you eagerly transformed his errand into your errand.Â
âMy god, Iâm sorry. Youâre clearly busy today, itâs okay. I can grab milk later!â You say in a rushed huff, already backing away and trying to hide yourself from the embarrassment.Â
You really do cling. Your ex was right about that, and it makes you uncomfortable.
âWait, no!â He panics, fumbling in a step toward you to close the distance again, feeling far too uncomfortable with how you step away from him. âIâm just headed to the mall real quick to grab a book Iâve been wanting to read. Just a quick in and out, then we can grab your milk. Iâve been wanting to see you again anyway!âÂ
Jake thinks that may have been too forward for any normal person to say outright, but itâs true. He so desperately wanted to see you again. Up close. He needed to see you again.Â
You pause your step, turning back to face him and unintentionally scanning his outfit that day. Heâs somehow even more handsome than he was the night you met him, nose slightly red from the cold weather and shoulders stiffened as if heâs trying to hide from the open wind.Â
He takes intense note of the way your eyes scan him, and there is an unintentional twitch in his pants at the way you donât grimace at him. He knew you wouldnât, after all, he does all of this for you. Heâs clean shaved and dressing better because of you.Â
âBook? What book?â You ask delightfully, being an avid reader yourself. Of course youâre interested in connecting on a level that isnât just safety with him.Â
âWell, Iâm not sure if youâve heard of it but itâs called â[redacted]â.â He side eyes only slightly at the anticipated response from you. It wasâŚa bit different than he expected.
You laugh at him. Genuinely, youâre laughing at him, with a snort and all. A laugh that he would argue is cute if it werenât for the fact that he feels like this could be the first time he fucks up with you. He doesnât want you to laugh at him for reading this book. He wants you to love that he wants to read it. Its one you wrote on your list, why are you laughing?
âWait, youâre serious?â You deadpan, standing stiff and shocked. âEven I wouldnât admit to having already read that very bookâŚâ Your eyes trail off before you smile.Â
You sense that heâs gone rigid not from the weather, but from your mocking and you lighten up instantly.Â
âI just didnât expect to meet such a handsome guy who reads about a woman whoâŚwell, you know.âÂ
Itâs like you could do no wrong as Jakeâs eyes tune into yours and you see a sense of sparkle in them. Youâd never understand how that simple, off-hand compliment to him is making his heart spiral up, down, and all over behind his ribcage.Â
Physically, he can feel his body react to you addressing him as handsome. As if he doesnât react the same way any time you look at him, or speak to him, or come near him at all. You think heâs handsome. You just admitted it, and he canât help but already feel high, like heâs on top of the world over it. You must like to look at him, much like how he loves to watch you.
Still, he knows he needs to play it cool despite how in love with you he is right now. Youâre the one who seems eager, which means heâs done his part for now, and your chase for him is just beginning. If he comments on your compliment, youâd think of him as too eager. Too ready. As if he had some underlying reason to continue speaking with you.Â
Plus, Jake actually has no idea what the book is about, but he was very willing to find out today when he got home. You, however, seem to be keen on discussing it.
âKnow what? I only want to read it because it was recommended to me by someone.â He lies.
Your face falters.Â
âOh, was this someone a girl?â You donât look up, nor do you realize that the two of you have started walking toward the mall regardless of the insecure conversation at hand.Â
âAh, well, maybe.â Jake chuckles.Â
Heâs in love with you, heâs so in love with that disappointed sound in your voice when you asked him that. He could even, perhaps, sense a bit of jealousy. So soon too? Already? He knew he was right, he was made for you and he couldnât be happier knowing that youâre picking up on it.Â
âA girlfriend?â You pry unintentionally, noting how that book is generally geared toward a female audience who would only ever read a few passages to a man if they were, well, into that sort of dynamic.Â
âWhy do you ask?â Jake encourages you to boost his ego even more, unable to stop himself from smiling.Â
âThe book is about a woman who kind of, kills men and eats them, amongâŚother things.â
Oh, wow. He loves you so much right now, even if you spoiled the story for him.Â
âInteresting. What makes you think my girlfriend would ask me to read that?âÂ
âIt certainly wouldnât be a brother or best dude friend recommending it to you, letâs be real.âÂ
Jake raises his hands in mock defense, ready to see if this makes you like him even more.
âAlright, Iâll admit. I knew what it was aboutââ Heâs lying. âNo one actually recommended it to me, I just didnât expect you to have already read the book, nor did I expect to have to explain myself why I want to read it.âÂ
âExplain away, Jakey, we got a bit of a walk ahead.â
A nickname?! Already? You're entirely naive and in need of him being beside you. God, what would have happened if some other cunning liar appeared to walk into you and offer to escort you back and forth? You would have swooned the same fucking way! Anyone with eyes can see that youâre flirting, and anyone with a dick can see that heâs eating it up faster than youâre able to put it out for him.Â
Regardless of if you seem too quick to trust, heâs proud that itâs him who got to you first, because now no one else will ever get the chance to even consider it.Â
âOh, Iâve got a nickname now? That must mean you like me.â He offers you a sort of drunken dopey smile, only because he feels drunk. Like a lost puppy just invited into a warm and caring pair of arms, really.Â
âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves. Youâre the one going to fulfill your fantasies aboutââ You try to joke as if heâs one of your best friends from highschool. You remember when you were able to freely have a sense of humor, but before you can finish your joke, you pause, realizing that despite mocking the book and his interest in it, you still donât know him on a level to do this. Nor should you have given him a nickname so soon. God, how stupid could you be? âNevermind, I actually have the book if you want to borrow it.âÂ
You have issues getting too close, too fast. Youâre already clinging, watching his building without full intention, and chasing after him down the street simply to speak to him. You donât know where this feeling inside of you comes from but you can argue that itâs solely due to the comfort he brings to you. You donât know anyone else in this fucking city save for a few co-workers. When you moved here, you promised that youâd keep to yourself until you heal and feel safe on your own again.
Yet, here you are. Clinging to the handsome man who lives across the street. Clinging to a fucking man. Again.
And you know, even though the two of you are already halfway to the mall by now, he doesnât mind that you didnât bring up borrowing the book until now. He was prepared to buy it, and even more prepared to see where your eye wandered just to learn about more of your interests within the rows of books.
âReally?â He smiles and tilts his head at you, turning both of you around with a gentle touch to your arm, very nearly wanting to snake his hand into your pocket and hold your fingers against his. âThatâs great, letâs go get you some milk then!âÂ
And you know, when he waited in the lobby of your apartment, you almost invited him upstairs to your actual space. You didnât though. And when you handed him the book, and he handed you that milk, only then did you realize that one of the jugs of milk in your possession will have to spoilâŚand it sure as fuck wonât be the one he just handed to you.
Why? Because you create silly little attachments to the rare moments in your life when youâre happy. This jug of milk is a representation of a lie he accepted, as well as him accepting you and your silly ways of making it through the day.Â
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The panties.Â
The scent is dull as he reads and rereads passages of a book that many would consider improper for anyone to even write, let alone publish. Every victim is him, and everyone, everything else is you.Â
Itâs hard not to be aroused when you so readily invited yourself to be around him that day. Even now having your number, the self control he needs to not frantically text you that heâs in love with you is eating him from the inside out.Â
The panties. Still offering the most private part of you but no longer being enough. The camera, offering glimpses of your alone time within a space you donât quite realize has been shared with him. The taste of your shower wall, your toothbrush, the smell of your clothes, the softness of your sheets, and the trauma within your written wordsâ none of it is enough anymore.
And now, the book, offering plenty to the imagination, turning the pages as if he were playing with your skin, still not enough to satiate him any longer. Nothing could ever satiate the need within him to love you to his full extent or to have you love him back. Especially after having already met you, after feeling your hand against his in that brief handshake, after hearing your sweet voice say words for him to hear and him alone.Â
Has he not waited long enough for more? Heâs seen you up close and personal, he knows all of your interests that you display, he knows your voice, knows your footstepsâ still, he canât get the feeling out of his mind. What it felt like to stand in the spot within your apartment that ultimately led to his even deeper love for you. His confirmation that he loves you, even.
And now? Texting is easy when he feels this desperate to get to you again. He doesnât care to be overwhelming to you because he is overwhelmed. Youâre the one who approached him last time too, so if anything, the universe is on his side and he fucking knows it. He can feel it in the air with each little breeze that flows past that little crack in his window. He can smell your shampoo with each cold gust of wintery air, and see your reflection in each little snowflake that falls.Â
He wants you to chase him again, so bad. Only so that he knows he can chase you harder now.
Jake: hey so i read the book, are you free today?
The way you immediately respond is telling.
You: what did you think? insane story, right?
Jake: not sure if you wanna have this conversation over textâŚ
You: itâs ok, i figured you had some freaky fantasies if you wanted to read that, im not gonna blackmail you or anything
Jake smiles, heâd let you blackmail him any day of the week.
Jake: hmmm what does that say about you then?
You: anyway, im a bit busy today but maybe we can catch up tomorrow?Â
No, no no. Tomorrow is centuries away. He knows youâre home, he can fucking see you over there, he can smell you, he can sense you. Not to mention, heâs not an idiot, he can see the way you avoid certain conversations and steer the direction despite making the same joke yourself.Â
Silly, silly girl, thinking he canât read you. If anything, heâd think by now that if youâre really so afraid of the world, or him, or anyone else, youâd have closed those fucking blinds by now. You havenât though, have you?Â
Maybe you know people watch you. Maybe you love it, hoping that heâs the one doing it. Maybe youâre some sort of exhibitionist. Maybe thatâs the reason you read that fucking book. Maybe thatâs why you were trapped in your relationship before.
There has to be a reason for it at the end of the day, and he hopes that itâs him. You love his jokes, and your avoidance is only further proof that heâs breaking past your little sad and pathetically thin walls. Youâd probably love to know he watches you, that he protects you even when you donât think heâs around.Â
And yet, youâre busy today?Â
Guess he will be busy too, then, as he stands to his feet and begins to dress himself while texting you.
Jake: Oh, youâre busy? That sucks, i guess iâll find somethin else to do today then
You: I know :( ill make it up to you soon, promise!Â
The buzzing in his brain and need for you is too strong to stay away. That little promise means the world to him, especially because youâll be making it up to him sooner than you anticipate. You can be busy all you want, but thatâs not to say he canât accidentally end up at the same place as you, right?
Besides, what if your ex comes around? What if some guy gives you unwanted attention and thereâs no one there to defend you? After all, his body reacts with euphoria each time he has gotten the chance to be with you, and he craves that feeling once again. Youâre going to give it to him, not anyone else.
Jake: alright, be safe today...
You: always am!Â
Jake: text me when you make it home safe
You freeze as you read his words, feeling something in your stomach flip. You canât tell if itâs butterflies or anxiety. Still, you find yourself smiling and your face feeling a bit fuzzy.
He wants you to be safe. Thatâs more than you could ever ask from someone, because god knows youâve always managed to find yourself in the most unsafe situations with very little effort.Â
You: ok!!! ill text you when i get home so you know I didnât get run over or something
Jake: itâs more just to make sure someone doesnt kidnap and take advantage of you lol
You freeze again, this time fully aware of the anxiety in your belly.Â
Jake: pretty girls like you gotta be more careful, so donât stay out too late or ill worry
For a second, you almost wanted to cancel your plans. For just a second, you felt good today. You felt safer than usual.Â
You: iâll come home before sundownâŚ.thanks
Jake smiles, hoping you recognize the risk you put yourself in each time you leave your apartment without him beside you. Thankfully though, you will never be without him again if he can stand it.Â
Besides, you suck at safety. Following you around is far too easy, and popping up when you least expect it is even easier.Â
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Spotted you.Â
There you are, with that same puffy jacket heâs grown used to seeing you in considering he only ever really gets to see you outside and on a cold day. In that puffy jacket, youâre walking into a local coffee shop and his eyes sharpen at the image of you through the window.Â
The barista takes your order with too much interest, in his opinion. He can see you not take notice on how everyone in this city wants to take you from him. He wants you to notice so bad, he wants you to only want his eyes on you, and to only want his voice in your ear.Â
He breathes in the icy air, bottom lip shivering only a little bit at the idea that other people look at you the same way he does, even more so the fact that you might be here to meet someone that isnât him. You might have friends, and he knows better than anyone that you do not need friends. Theyâre always out to get you anyway, you should be here with him, not someone else.Â
He breathes a sigh of relief followed by a heavy shiver when he sees you take a seat alone, and he dips away slightly when you glance out of the window as if youâre trying to be aware of your surroundings.Â
With him around, you donât need to pay attention to the things around you, heâs hyper aware for you. He could tell your coffee was finished before your name was even called to alert you.Â
Honestly, heâs so hyper aware of each person who walks into that coffee shop after you. He sets themself up for failure in his head. Each person gets a stare of daggers, because what if theyâre here to meet you? What if youâre trying to make friends? What if youâre trying to date? After all, this little errand must be important to you considering you told him you were too busy to see him.
His eyes continue to fall back on the barista though, staring at the line of sight this man offers to you every few moments. As if he wants to catch you looking at him too, as if he wants you to give him a reason to talk to you, as if he is a better option than Jake himself could be.Â
There is a hate within him at this moment as he seethes outside of the cafe window, staring down his competition. He almost completely forgot to look at you until he felt a rush of air push past him and he notes two people walking into the cafe now.Â
As he comes back to reality and leaves his little realm of hate for the handsome barista at the counter, his worst nightmares are confirmed. Not only a woman walks in and takes a seat at your table, but a man too. You hug them. You hug him.
Why is everyone all over his girl today? His heart drops. His quivering bottom lip intensifies with the wind, the temperature mimicking the feeling in his heart as he watches you touch other people, and spend time with them. He really, really, needs to know who these people are and why theyâre close enough to hug you like that.Â
He pats his chest through his hoodie with a breath in an attempt to rid himself of the stress weighing on him, and then straightens out his back before taking one last deep breath and making his way inside of the cafe, straight up to the counter.
There, he tries to balance his breathing as he makes eye contact with the very same barista that keeps pushing dangerously close to a boundary line. His name tag states the name âJayâ, and Jake canât help but grimace and roll his eyes at how similar their names are.Â
He grimaces more at hearing the man speak to him, as if he has all the right in the world to exist on the other side of that counter after staring at you the way he did.Â
âSir? Can Iââ The barista repeats himself for a third time, feeling small under the gaze of the customer in front of him.Â
âJust a shot of espresso.â Jake dead-pans, still glaring at the man.Â
The barista nods awkwardly, shifting his eyes to you on instinct now that heâs done it probably a million times since youâve walked in. Heâs noticed you for weeks, he canât help it.Â
Jake, on the other hand lets out a deep and angry sigh from his nose as he tosses his card onto the counter, clearing his throat at the barista.Â
âYou seem to have an eye for girls.â Jake lightens up, holding up the short line of one person behind him.Â
âOhââ The barista laughs shyly, âam I that obvious?â he adds, dipping his head down as he slides the card through the machine and turns the screen back to his customer.Â
âUnfortunately.â Jake narrows his eyes at him, intentionally and violently clicking the number 0 for this assholeâs tip. âand Iâd suggest you contain yourself, because thatâs my girlfriend youâre drooling over.âÂ
And then he walks away, ignoring the way the presumed âJayâ looks at him in embarrassment. He can tell he wants to apologize, and rightfully so. Jake does deserve an apology for how shameless this idiot was, but he doesnât let him as he makes his way down the counter leans against it with his palms, facing away from you and pretending he canât sense your warmth from here.Â
And then he starts counting in his head.Â
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. SevenâŚ..ThirteenâŚ.Twenty si-
âJake?âÂ
His heart immediately swells at the way youâd recognize him anywhere, even if heâs facing away from you and he makes sure to make eye contact with the barista when they both perk up at your voice calling out a name. He watches the confirmation in Jayâs eyes click, the confirmation that he is never to look at you again.Â
And still, Jakeâs heart swells even more in this instance because he could recognize you too, even if youâre faced away from him. Still, he has to keep his cool. One, to make sure he doesnât appear too eager to see you, as if he definitely followed you here. Two, so the barista doesnât see his lie. And three, so he doesnât snap right here, right now over the fact that you hugged someone that isnât him. Two someones that arenât him.
 He doesnât want to interrogate you so immediately, he wants you to give him the answers yourself as to who these people are.Â
He pretends to not hear you as he stands facing away from you and grabbing his espresso from the barista who avoids eye contact.
Jake gives a small and fake nod to the barista, as if to show you that he didnât say anything out of pocket to him. As if to show you that he definitely didnât just claim you as his girlfriend so the freak behind the counter doesnât try anything with you.
Then he turns to eye the room, looking for an empty seat, avoiding the corner where youâre blatantly staring at him.
âJake!â You wave your hands to get his attention, standing up half way as if to stand out from the crowd of puffy jackets and warmed cheeks.Â
His eyes land on you, where they rightfully belong and he notes the smile on your face upon seeing him.
Oh, so you did want to see him today. You didnât smile like that at the barista, or to the people in front of you. Thereâs another confirmation within him in reaction to this, that soon enough, what he said to the barista wonât be a lie. In fact, it gives him the confidence to push for it now more than ever.Â
He raises a brow in mock-surprise to see you before shooting you a half wave, moving his eyes to other areas as if to imply he doesnât want to intrude. As if to say he isnât here with you intentionally.Â
And then you wave again, raising your voice a bit and saying his name yet again. His eyes land back on you, and the way you pat the seat next to you.
Perfect. Yes, invite him. Prove to everyone who you belong to. Prove who it is you want to see right now, who you want to sit by, who you want to look at. And then, tell him who the fuck these people are. Explain why you hugged them, and why theyâre somehow more important than he is.
As he heads over, bowing politely to the man and woman sitting across from you, he seats himself next you to closely. So close that he can feel the friction of your jacket against his hoodie, and immediately his skin is raised in goosebumps as he looks at you and your bright eyes.Â
He wants to lay claim to you so badly. He wants everyone to know that you are his, and he is yours.Â
âSuch a huge city and still we manage to run into each otherââ Jake chuckles playfully, looking at you with a soft and gentle smile before glancing at these strangers across from him. âIf we keep meeting like this I might just have to ask you on a date.âÂ
He says it like itâs final, like heâs laying that claim he wants so badly. As he says it, he looks the man that youâre with dead in the eye with exuding charm and confidence. Still, the way you shift awkwardly next to him doesnât go unnoticed as he turns back to you and takes a sip of his drink.Â
âWould that be something youâd be interested in?â He whispers gleefully to you, saying it as if itâs a joke because the people across from him lend you both a smile and a laugh at his blatant and forward words.Â
âJake, this is my mom.â You finally speak out to avoid his question, watching him attach his lips to the hot cup of espresso he ordered, as if to only breathe in the warmth of it. âAnd this is my uncle.â
Jake immediately stands and bows politely. He appears panicked, embarrassed, to everyone else in the room. Heâs not though. Not at all. He is relieved to know that now is his chance to make some sort of impression, now is when he should show his best side. All worry of who these people in front of you are is thrown out the window for the time being, actually. He feels like heâs on top of the world, killing two birds with one stone almost. Or three, if you count Jay.Â
If he can get your family to like him the same way he got you to like him, maybe youâd be more inclined to circle back around to his half-joke of taking you on a date.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â He stutters, not looking the two in the eyes. âI must have sounded so rude just now, I didnât mean to intrudeââ He continued, only to be cut off by your mother.Â
âDonât mind us, Jake, is it?â She says kindly, glancing to you and then back at Jake. âYou must be the boy with the pretty smile who she mentioned the other day.â
Jake does take note of your motherâs reluctance to accept him immediately, and given your past, he guesses that would make sense. Her kind words and smile does not match her eyes when she speaks to him initially, but heâs going to change that now.
Besides, his heart just grew four sizes bigger at your mother outing you to him. You said you like his smile? You said itâs pretty? Fuck, heâll show you pretty.Â
âI can only hope so.â He responds, turning to you and smiling even bigger, noting the way you curl in on yourself in discomfort at the awkward situation. âAlways so shy, donât worry, I think your smile is even prettier.âÂ
And then Jake trails his eyes to your uncle, proud of the way he felt you shiver at his words.
The man simply judges him, then looks at you with a raised brow.Â
âJake helped me carry my groceries, he lives across the street from me.â You say, feeling stupid and small in the way your mother just fucking embarrassed you in front of the only person you like being around in this city. Still, that judgment from your uncle is called for, you think, and youâve got to calm his worry for you somehow.Â
âCouldnât just let her carry all that back herself, afterall.â Jake shrugs. âI was raised to know better.âÂ
Both your mother and uncle nod, going silent for a few moments.Â
Then, as if Jake isnât even here, your mother prompts the conversation that the three of you must have been having before Jake came over.Â
âSo, have you decided yet?â Your mother asks with no context for Jake to pick up on.Â
âYeah, actuallyââ You look down, then slightly press your leg against him from under the table.Â
As much as youâd prefer this rather telling conversation not to happen in front of Jake, you reluctantly speak in a way that gives little to no context.Â
His heart explodes at that simple touch though, ears going deaf from any words youâre saying anyway, and he very nearly shoves his hand under the table to place upon that very same leg.Â
Somehow, he holds back, his hand shaking inches above your leg before forcing it back into his own hoodie pocket.Â
âIâd like to stay here.â You say confidently now, looking at both your mother and uncle.Â
Your mother nods with a smile, your uncle following her reaction.Â
âI think I feel safe enough for now.âÂ
Jake wants so bad to confirm that youâre safe with him, despite knowing exactly what youâre talking about within an instant when he definitely shouldnât know.Â
âWell, you know thereâs always a room at home for you if you need to come backââ Your mother seems reluctant to say too much, looking over to Jake with a smile that becomes more genuine. âKeep an eye on her, Iâm sure sheâd appreciate it.â
He knows youâd appreciate it and he has gone above and beyond in terms of keeping an eye on you. Itâs like, heâs fucking perfect for you.Â
Jake nods to her.Â
âIâll do my best.â Jake smiles, now shifting his body up and standing back to his feet. âWell, Iâll leave you guys alone.â He continues, now looking at you. âText me when you get home safe.âÂ
And as he walks away with a triumphant and hidden smile, your mother immediately smiles at you in the same way. Seemingly lightening up about Jake as a whole, briefly anyway.Â
âText him when you get home safe, huh?â Your mother pries, kicking you gently under the table and watching you squirm and release the blushing mess that youâve tried to hold within you for the past few minutes.Â
âAh, yeah, umââ You try to speak, unable to explain the safe feeling you feel around Jake. Youâre not sure if itâs a crush, or if itâs just you taking advantage of someone who is being kind. âHeâs kind of already been watching out for me, so that's partially why Iâm choosing to stay here.â
Your mother nods.
âI can admit that heâs cuteââÂ
You nod to yourself at those words before your uncle interrupts.
âAnd polite.â he adds, sipping his strong coffee and offering a look of possible approval.
You dead-pan stare at both of them, knowing exactly where this conversation is going.Â
âHe likes you.â Your mother continues shortly, looking away from you and not allowing you to hush her of the motherly-instinct. âIâm just saying, honey, please be careful. I know heâs cute, and polite, and seemingly safe. But I just want to make sure youâre safe.â
You look down with internal confirmation.Â
âItâs okay to live a little, go on that date with him, but go somewhere public first.â She continues. âDonât move too fast, youâre stillââÂ
Everything is overwhelming in this moment. Especially when the truth is put into words and offered to you by the two people you trust most.Â
âHealing.â You look down at the table as you finish her sentence for her, thinking of how close Jake was sitting next to you. Wishing he was still next to you because somehow, you felt more safe with him than you do your own family right now.
âDonât sit there and act like I donât know how you act when youâre being shy about a boyâŚâ Your mom adds to the silence, quirking a brow and looking to her brother. âYouâve still got your pepper spray if you need to use it.â
âItâs not that Iâm worried he would like, be like him.â You interject. â I just donât know if Iâm ready to act on a stupid crush so quickly.âÂ
âThatâs good, and Iâm glad he makes you feel safe. Just please hold onto that feeling, donât rush just because a cute boy is carrying your groceries.â Your mother starts again, only to be cut off.Â
âOkay, okay. Can we talk about something else now?â You roll your eyes.
Your mother keeps to herself after this, and all you have in your head is wondering how and why your mother seems to partially advocate for this man after a mere ten minutes of meeting him. You can see her try to keep you safe despite her distance from this city, yet she seems to be hoping that Jake is a legitimate defense system for you too. Itâs as if sheâs looking for comfort in him as well.Â
Sheâs never been one to approve of your crushes either, but somehow, this time is different. And these days? You trust her intuition better than your own.
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You: i made it home safe
Jake: good, im really glad. sorry for accidentally ruining your plans today
God, if thereâs anything Jake should be sorry for, itâs not that.Â
You: itâs ok, i was happy to see you.Â
You: my mom seemed to like you
Jakeâs cheeks burn reading that as he goes from staring out his window to looking at the screen of his phone. He can tell that as soon as you got home, you headed for your bathroom and you must be in there right now readying yourself for your evening routine, possibly even naked before a shower to text him.
Itâs not strange at all that he knows youâre over there all alone, texting him. His body reacts like it always does, and heâs already snaking a hand down his pants just to rub against himself to satiate his body and keep it under control for a bit longer.Â
Jake: woah really? how so?Â
You type to him almost immediately after each of his responses.
You: idk, they commented on how you asked me on a date or whatever, thinking it was serious.Â
Jake: i was serious
You pause, standing at your bathroom sink with your toothbrush in your mouth when a smile creeps across your face. It feels like the first time you ever got asked on a date in highschool, and that little dance of happiness would have been fucking embarrassing if he were to see it.Â
Even worse than your reaction to that, your mother would be terrified to know how you shift entirely when youâre alone and talking to Jake. She would faint knowing that you intend to immediately go on a date with him, and she would immediately wake up and faint again knowing that you find yourself letting your guard down entirely around him as well.Â
Itâs safe to say that, maybe you definitely have a crush on him. Why else would you react this way to how forward he is? Why else are you somehow so willing to go on a date with him despite wanting to stay as far away from relationships as possible?
Why is he so fucking irresistible? Why is he making you feel this way?
You: you were?
Jake: yea, what are you doing rn?Â
Heâs typing with one hand, legs spread wide while he slouches in his chair and skews his head to stare through your empty window. He thinks back to the day he stood in your living room looking down at his own window. You could come into your living room now and watch his body jerk with each movement of his palm against himself, phone in hand as he texts you and know exactly what you do to him.Â
Each passing moment between his last text to now doesnât bother him as he works himself up, chewing on his bottom lip and focusing even more on that lit up room across the street, feeling the familiar arousal bubble in his belly as he rips his hand away to grab that same pair of panties he stole from you. There, he shoves them down his pants along with his hand, groaning at the fabric stretching around him like they always do.Â
So soft, so gentle.
As for you though, youâre feeling the panic flow through you as you stare in the mirror at your reflection. Right now? He wants to go right now? You just washed your face, and you were about to take a shower.Â
You: bout to take a shower, why?Â
He groans more at your typed words, remembering the taste of that shower wall, imagining your pretty face with little droplets of water running down it. Imagining droplets of other things running down it. God, his confidence is so high, heâs so fucking horny right now, and he still manages to text you with that one shaking hand.Â
Jake: ill come get you right now, i want to go on a date with you
Jake: can i?
His persistence shows his interest in you and itâs so attractive to you right now. Immediately you find yourself spitting, rinsing your toothbrush, and wiping your mouth clean before opening your makeup box again.Â
You: right now?Â
Jake: right now.Â
You: can you give me like twenty minutes?Â
There are explosions surrounding him right now, or rather, a very intense orgasm. He scored a date with you and he feels the confirmation run straight through his body and out the head of his cock, all over your panties, his hand, and his pants. And god, heâs a little frustrated that he spent so long trying not to get his own cum on your panties, solely to keep more of that scent of you, but he fucking got a date.
Who cares? He can surely just snatch another pair, possibly right off your legs.
After all, you asked for twenty minutes surely to try and look nice for him. Fuck, that means you want him to look at you the way he always has been. He wonders if youâll do something different with your makeup, or if youâll put on a different kind of outfit. All for him.
Finally for him. For him. For him.Â
Jake: of course, text me when youâre ready
And then, he just watches as his body makes an attempt to relax. The way you wisp back and forth like a ghost through your apartment, rushing to find something to put on. Even from here he can see you smiling. Running around in a bra and panties, he moans slightly, almost considering fucking his cum into your panties again but ultimately choosing to stand and change him. Mostly because he sees you think hard about your outfit. The way you throw on a shirt only to take it off and slip on a dress instead, despite the cold weather.Â
Heâs going to give you that same effort, eyes glued to his window as he blindly searches his closet by touch alone.Â
He wants to text you again after you run your hands down your stomach in that dress you put on, he wants to tell you to keep it on. He wants to tell you how pretty your matching pair of bra and panties look under it. He wants to say so much, do so much, and containing it is so fucking hard.Â
Yet, still, he manages.Â
When you stand in your living room, that same dress still on, he watches you throw a jacket over it, he canât help but wonder if you could sense his hope that youâd wear that. He wants to have a reason to keep you warm, a reason to put his palms on your legs to warm them up, a reason to be close to you. After all, this is a date, youâre inviting him to be close to you, right?
And then his phone buzzes and he struggles to tear his eyes from the image of you standing there with your phone in your hand.Â
You: okay, im ready!Â
Jake immediately sighs, staring up at the ceiling to get his body to calm down. His dick is twitching wildly in his pants again, his hands are sweating, his entire body is vibrating. Itâs finally happening.Â
Youâre going on a date with him, and heâs had the perfect place planned and in his mind since the first day he met you from your window.Â
Heâs quick to throw on an outfit, slip on his shoes, and run out his door.Â
Jake: on my way outside now, meet me in your lobby in 5
Youâre fucking beaming. For the first time in a long time feeling like you may be the luckiest person in the world. There is no pain within you as your butterflies overtake every amount of angst you had about meeting someone under circumstances of dating.Â
Youâre here to get away from your ex, not to fucking ban yourself from having a good time. You want to have fun. You want to stop being afraid.Â
And god, Jake is like, the perfect guy for it.Â
You enter the lobby to find him standing proudly against the wall, propped up in a lazy way and already looking at you with a dopey grin. He looks flushed, proud, and happy. Arguably, heâs even more attractive now than you ever thought he was before and instantly, youâre ten times more shy than youâve ever been.Â
âThere she is,â He smiles, spreading his arms out to invite you into a hug like he tried to do before, and heâs shocked that you step into his grasp. âwas starting to worry I was too forward.â He adds, immediately burying his face against your neck.Â
You smile against his chest in the hug, feeling so warm for the first time in your life. A warmth that comes from something other than rage or tears. Already, you can feel your body shiver at the way his arms wrap tightly around you in a hug that doesnât feel condemning.Â
You donât feel trapped against another person, and itâs a welcome change.Â
âYou definitely were a bit too forward butââ You pause, stepping out of his grasp and feeling the empty air replace his arms. âIt made me feel better about liking it.â
Jake gives a reassuring smile before lending his hand to you and instantly intertwining his fingers with yours, shoving them into his hoodie pocket, and dragging you close to him before leading you out of the building. Heâs reeling from the hug, feeling the way your breasts pressed up against him, the way you sighed against him, and the way you smelled while you did it.Â
God damn.Â
In his head, that hug from you felt better than any sex heâs ever had to date. His entire body reacted as to be expected, to the point he was thankful that you werenât as close in the hug from the waist down as he wished you would have been. You would have felt that reaction, you would know how you wake his entire body up.Â
Thankfully, the cold air outside lends him a hand in taming his lower half, and also lends your hand to him to keep warm.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask out, voice gentle in the night air, unaware of how the man next to you is buzzing from his feet to the top of his ears.Â
Heâs struggling not to lose his mind.Â
He can see your breath, and wants to swallow it. Each huff and puff, each word, he can visually see it in this icy night, and he knows it has to be warm despite the minty toothpaste he can smell on you.
God, he knows what your mouth tastes like, the smell sending shivers down his spine at the reminder of how he sucked your essence off of the bristles you must have used just minutes before now. He wants to kiss you, he wants to kiss your breath, he wants to devour the air and aura that surrounds you when youâre next to him.Â
Honestly, the cold weather does not freeze his bones. He feels entirely hot, leading you to his favorite place in the city.Â
âNothing big, I assume you ate with your family so I figured we could skip the regular date stuff. I want to take you somewhere quiet and pretty.â He looks over at you, hoping you see how much he adores you.Â
Somehow, you do notice something in his eye. A shine, a glint. Itâs something youâve never seen in any pair of eyes that looked at you. His pupils seem to be dilated and his eyes almost look black, still, that smile reaches those same dark eyes, indicating to you that he is happy.Â
He looks happy to be with you right now.Â
And on any other day, a man you barely know saying heâs taking you somewhere âquietâ would scare you. ButâŚ.youâre not scared. Youâre looking forward to it, actually.Â
He gives your fingers a squeeze as he waits for you to speak back to him, leading you easily through the city streets.Â
âQuiet and pretty?â You say, looking up at him. âDoes this place happen to have a heater?â
It doesnât. But thatâs what heâs for.Â
âUnfortunately, no, butââ He goes to say, and you stop walking for a second. âI was going to say I could keep you warm, I mean, if you want. If not, I can take you somewhere else.â
You look down, weighing the options on whether you want to be that close to him so immediately, or if youâd rather follow the general rule of dates. Dinner, movie, goodnight kiss. You already hugged him, and you can admit to liking the way his arms hugged you. Maybe youâre not entirely against the idea, despite feeling alarm bells deep in your brain go off, telling you that youâre moving too fast.Â
And then you wonder why you start walking again, and why youâre imagining him holding you close, huddling your body against his to keep you from shaking. Intimacy. Youâre thinking of intimacy.Â
Why does it feel good? Why does the thought excite you?Â
âYouâll keep me warm?â You reluctantly ask, your fingers twitching in his within that hoodie pocket.Â
âYeah, I mean, if youâre comfortable with that. I donât want to seem too forwardââ His fingers squeeze yours tighter, as if to comfort you.Â
You sigh, chuckling.Â
âLike I said, I like that youâre forwardâ just, no funny business okay? This is a date, not a hookup.â
Jake pauses, glancing away.
As much as heâd love to lay you down against cold, moon-lit grass and taste the entirety of your body. As much as he wants to hear you call out to him, feel you react to him, he knows whatâs inside of your head better than you do, he knows he needs to tame that need for now. The fact alone that you even imagined it for a second, just to find out if you want that now, just to tell him that you donât want it yet, is enough to satisfy him.Â
It won't be long until youâre asking for it anyway.Â
Plus, he would never do anything to you without your consent. If heâs allowed to keep you warm tonight, that alone is better than anything he could ask to experience.Â
âNo funny business.â He uses his other hand to hold out a pinky to you. âJesus, what kind of guy do you think I am?â
Suddenly, you feel guilty as you take his pinky into your own and seal those words into a promise. Jake picks up on the way your face falls.
âI havenât been on a date in over a year. Been avoiding it if Iâm being honest,â He starts to explain as a way to soothe you, guiding you gently through a large gate. As if to connect with you on your level of discomfort. âMy last relationship ended pretty badly, I didnât think Iâd ever want to date again.â
You perk up at his words, looking at him as he guides the two of you through a dark and grassy area. You can still tell his eyes are shining as he shares this with you, making you feel special andâŚ.not alone in your anxieties about this.Â
âI donât know what it is about you, or why I immediately want to skip all of the casual shit when it comes to dates but, this is where I wanted to bring you.â He smiles when he stops you, standing in front of you and grabbing your other hand, holding it, and shoving it into his hoodie pocket alongside the other. âNot because I was trying to come onto you. If I was going to do that, I would've asked you to come home with me.âÂ
You feel his icy knuckles and squeeze his hand hard to try and warm it up. Maybe to comfort him, or to thank him?Â
âI didnât even bring my ex here. I actually came here to get away from her sometimes.â
You look away when the blood rushes to your cheeks at the way heâs talking to you. Heâs acting like the two of you have been on at least ten dates by now, but itâs only been one.
Somehow, some way, you lean into it. Into him.Â
âMy last relationship wasnât very good either. Was so bad that I actually find it hard to believe that Iâm on a date with someone right now, I still donât even know if Iâd know how to love again.â
You pause, closing your lips tightly and feeling awkward for saying the L word so fast like that. Implying that you donât know if you could love Jake.
âWould you feel better knowing that Iâm not asking you to think of the future?â He offers, slowly lowering himself and pulling you to the bare ground with him.Â
The dirt is cold, but Jake is warm.Â
âJust worry about how you feel today, when youâre with me. If youâre enjoying it, thereâs no reason to worry about what you might feelââ He reaches for you to turn you around and drag you onto his lap before quickly enveloping you into his arms. âOr what you might not feel.â He pauses with a squeeze against you. âIs this okay?â
You donât understand why itâs okay that heâs being so touchy, but he is warm, and any shiver that threatened to hit you now only comes in the form of butterflies seeping out of every pore on your body. Heâs pulled you into his lap as if to keep you from having to sit on a blanket-less ground, and his arms are around you as if to remind you that blankets only exist for people who donât have him.
It takes so much self control not to pull away when you feel his chest breathing against your back, but it takes even more self control to not turn around and cling onto him in the same way. Youâve wanted to feel safe so badly, for so long. You wanted to feel this way on your own though, without the need to lean on someone else.Â
Youâve never wanted to be a damsel in distress, but goddamn are you fucking distressed. Your trust issues run deep, so fucking deep. Anyone can see that you are a broken person, but not everyone would accept you for it.Â
Jake, right behind you, right under you, holding you so close like this the moment youâd let him? He accepts you entirely, and itâs so enticing to you. You canât turn away from it, youâd only fail yourself.Â
Youâre so fucking drawn to him, no matter how forward or blatant he is.Â
âThis is a bit overwhelming,â You start, pulling away from him slightly and turning to look at him. But then you see his face, and how sincere he looks. âBut Iâll try to appreciate how I feel right now.â
âDoes that mean youâre okay with this?â Jake whispers, pulling you back against him and pressing his face against your shoulder, breathing in deep to get that scent of you into his lungs.Â
You donât notice the way he does it when you nod in response, and the way heâs entirely enamored with you at this moment. He wouldnât be able to let you go if you asked him to, not when your body is relaxing against him and youâre letting out a small hum of cautious approval.Â
âAre you warm?â He continues, shifting his legs only slightly from under you, mostly to make sure youâre coat is offering enough padding under you to keep from feeling the blood pumping in his pants right now. And then, his hands move from his hug down to your legs, big warm palms not moving from the expanse just above your knees, instantly warming you.
He can feel your shivers calm, and your regret for wearing this dress die.Â
You nod again, still cautious but also wanting to fight the fear within you so that you can really just enjoy this moment of closeness with someone else. Even if you just met him. Even if youâre afraid. His hands feel like they belong there, as you stare at the way he doesnât move them higher or lower. Theyâre really just there to keep you warm, and surprisingly, you donât know if you could ever feel cold around him at this point.Â
âI'm scared of this, you know?â You comment into the night after a few moments of silence, reluctantly holding onto his wrist, pushing them down your leg a bit as if to imply he should rub them.Â
He follows your movement, wincing from behind you in a hidden attempt to contain the fact that he very much wanted to moan at that. Feeling your legs against his palm feels soâŚ.igniting to him.Â
âI know.â Jake says in a matter of fact tone, confident in his words as he bores holes into the revealed skin of your leg when he moves his hands back and forth.Â
âYou do?â You lift to turn and look at him, but his hands instantly move to your shoulders as he turns you away from him, forcing you back against him in a tight hug.Â
Mostly because you do not need to see his face right now, he knows he looks fucking gone.Â
âAnyone can see that youâre terrified.â He comments seriously now, placing his head on your shoulder and pressing his cheek against yours. âItâs no wonder I feel the need to protect you.â
Youâre shocked that you donât flinch at feeling his cheek against yours, noting that his lips are just inches from yours. You try to erase the images of kissing him so soon, youâre too weak right now. He makes you feel so weak.Â
Instead, you try to think hard about his words. Trying to ignore the way you felt his jaw move against you. Trying to ignore your immense attraction to the closeness heâs giving you. Are you really that obvious? Are you really this desperate to be close to someone? Anyone?Â
âHoping that someday youâll tell me what it is that makes you so afraid, but for now? Just know that Iâd never do anything to make you feel like that.âÂ
You think harder.Â
Much, much harder.
An uncanny feeling in your gut wonders how he finds words that are so meaningful to you. Itâs like he can read your mind. Itâs like your life is a book that heâs read a thousand times.Â
But thatâs impossible. You havenât known him for long, maybe heâs justâŚ.a really good person. Maybe youâre just lucky to have bumped into him that day. Maybe itâs lucky that your ex instilled a fear into you so deep that you found yourself living next door to the man holding you right now.Â
âHow do you do that?â You comment quietly, feeling warmer than you ever could have expected to on a night like this.Â
âDo what?â He smiles, now loosening his grip on you, pulling his face back, and spreading his legs so that youâre now sitting between them, rather than on him.Â
After all, if he had kept you there, you would have felt what was happening in his pants by now. The way you donât run away from him, the way you let him touch you has him reacting for more than he ever knew he could. Even after releasing his arousal just before the date, he can already feel the ache. The need to crawl into you, the need to make you fucking love him.Â
âItâs like you tell me exactly what I need to hear. Itâs fucking weird.â You continue through his movement, scooting back as if to huddle yourself against his warm chest, in turn bumping his pathetically hard cock against your back.Â
You try to hide that youâre a little disappointed that youâre no longer on his lap, and the back of your thighs are now freezing against the grass. He, on the other hand, is so fucking thankful that you still manage to not feel what his body is trying to show you right now. His arms immediately wrap back around you, holding you against him much like before.
You really donât know why you wore this fucking dress, without tights no less.Â
âItâs weird?â He questions. âItâs weird that I wouldnât do anything bad to you if you gave me a chance?â
You look down, feeling those words hit you in the gut. It is weird, but then again, youâve never really had a relationship with a person who wouldnât bring harm to you.Â
âIââ You pause, thinking as hard as you can without oversharing, hands reaching up to grip his forearms, pressing them tighter against you as if you want him to save you fromâŚwell, him. âI have my reasons. Iâm not trying to call you weird. Itâs just weird how you show up in my life at a time where I think I needed this the most.â
He smiles.Â
âWell, youâre going to have a hell of a time trying to get rid of me at this point.â
You smile back.
âLikewise.â
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Three more dates have taken place since that first night in the empty park. Each date that followed took place in the same spot, with the same weather, and the same offered warmth.Â
By now, you find yourself unable to avoid thoughts of him. Thoughts of how badly you like him after learning of his interests, after seeing how he carries himself, and how he treats you over all. The way he seems so in tune with everything you could ever want or need, filling you with only safe care rather than horrifying uncertainty.
Jake likes the same books, tv shows, music, movies. All of them line up near perfect to your own favorites and suddenly you believe that the red string of fate exists. Jake is careful when he touches you, never pushing and only offering, suddenly, that red string of fate is attached firmly to your pinky. Jake looks at you like he sees one of the world's wonders, which was uncomfortable at first for you, but you think that maybe the other end of this little invisible red string is tied to his other pinky.Â
Your entire life of fucking horror led to this point, where the universe finally gave you the person youâd want to be with for real. Any other man would make you feel cautious, Jake though? Jake does nothing but make you feel like, for the first time, you donât need to have a guard up. The fact that he managed to do this so fast is a bit telling on your end, that perhaps you put too much faith in people, but goddamn, it looks like he works so hard to show you that youâre not wrong about him.
On your last date, he even tried to kiss you. You panicked, backed away, and felt so fucking embarrased, until he texted you a mere fifteen minutes after parting ways and apologizing, stating that he didnât know what came over him.Â
He apologized to you. He didnât take what he wanted despite your fear, he didnât push or pull, he simply allowed you to exist beside him, in front of him, even behind him if itâs what you wanted at the time.
God, you should have kissed him. You should have kissed him hard enough for him to realize that youâre trying.Â
Youâre trying to be a person again, for yourself, for Jake, for your mom and uncle. Still though, he doesnât know the shit youâve gone through, or the shit youâre running from. You feel so dissociated at times, wondering how strange or odd you must react towards him during the dates he takes you on. Yet, he doesnât falter. He doesnât question. He doesnât force you to feel like you need to apologize at all.
And this is all you can think about now. About Jake. About what heâs doing, about how he must be feeling today, about how he wears his hair, and how his alternating hoodies always offer warmth on a cold night when the two of you are sitting closely together on the ground justâŚtalking.
The thoughts of him donât stop and itâs kind of nice. Having your fears so loud in your ears every day, anxieties of your ex eating you alive, and fear of being alone in a big city can get quite loud and exhausting after so long of not being able to escape. Thoughts of him are the only thing that calms your mind lately, so you probably wouldnât stop thinking of him even if you had the choice.
Unfortunately, that choice is made for you today, once again, just two days after that third date with Jake.Â
A single text from an unknown number that shifts your brain into a fuzzy focus of terror. Your mother told you to change your number, and you really should have done it by now. You have no excuse as to why you havenât, but you have the reason as to why you should have done it shining brightly in your notifications center.Â
The unknown number is just that, unknown, but you know who it is already.Â
Your fingers shake when you tap the screen and your eyes go dead upon the message. This confirms that your body will always know when he is around, you will always have to feel this way for as long as heâs thinking about you.Â
Unknown Number: heard you got a job over at [redacted company name], mind if we have lunch?
You donât know who told him, you donât know how he found out where you are, or where you work. All you know is that now, the buzzing thoughts of Jake fizzle out and are quickly replaced with that of searing reminders of what happened, and what will likely happen if your ex is really trying to get to you already.
Itâs the fact that the police did nothing. Itâs the reality that they wouldnât let you procure a restraining order. Itâs the fact that he got away with everything he did to you, and wants to get away with more. Youâre just a girl, alone in a city who thought this was the best course of action.Â
You canât even bring yourself to tell anyone that he texted you. Your mother would scold you for not changing your number fast enough, despite already knowing you havenât done it yet. It would somehow be your fault that he found you despite his insistent attempts to keep you as his, as if you belong on a chain tied to a tree in his backyard.Â
You call out of work, explaining the situation. Your managers are already aware of your safety concerns and the situation at hand, and youâre lucky that they really do live up to the promises they made when you took the job.Â
All three sick days can be used right now if you need them but after those three days, you have to either work from home and be willing to come into the office if you are needed, or you need to put in your notice and leave.Â
Naturally, you take the sick days, and you intend to work from home.Â
Despite not feeling safe here, considering the few items in your apartment that went missing not too long ago, itâs safer than walking to and from work. Itâs safer with Jake just next door. Itâs safer with the security guard in your buildingâs lobby.Â
Youâll be okay. This will pass.
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Jake is at a loss, nearly ripping his hair out day by day when you donât text him back.Â
When he looks to your window, the lights stay off consistently, the curains are fucking closed. You havenât left your apartment for work, you havenât texted nor have you called.Â
Itâs been six days, nine hours, thirty eight minutes, and nine seconds since he last saw you and the only thing he can think of is that he fucked up.Â
He tried to kiss you, and you eased him into a rejection by pretending everything was fine until you felt comfortable enough to stop talking to him. For three days now, you havenât responded to him.
Three days without any hint of you, and six days without feeling you in his arms.Â
Heâs going insane and not even jerking off helps calm him down like it normally would. He feels like he could lose it at any moment as he paces his apartment with a buzzing non-stop energy within him, stopping at his bedroom window to stare for hours only to see no movement in your apartment. Only to still see the lights remaining off. Only to see the blinds locking him away from you.
Sure, heâs got the grainy footage of you from weeks past, the footage from the day you got dressed for your first date with him, and the footage from each date after that but he doesnât have you. The last two days contain footage of blinds swaying, thatâs it.
He was so close, he really thought he was. He thought he had you, he thought you were almost ready to let him move to the next level. He thought you would accept if he were to ask you to be his girlfriend, he thought you would let him kiss you, and let him into your apartment, and let him exist within the air you breathe.Â
But you left.Â
So, naturally, he works up the courage to grab his camera and hook it into his pc. Obsessively searching for any sign of you within the footage from last night. He tries not to think about missing a glimpse of you as he is away from his window, seeing as how you must not be home. You must have left days ago just to get away from him.
UntilâŚas he fast forwards all of the footage, he sees a light flicker on.Â
The timestamp reads four in the morning, and the light stays on for a mere minute and a half before turning off again.Â
One thought floods his mind.Â
Did you find out that he watches you?Â
Then another thought.
Are you hiding from him?Â
And one last thought.Â
How can he explain and still get you back?
And as he continuously paces his apartment, unable to focus on anything other than knowing youâre in your bedroom hiding, nothing on this earth could calm his frantic brain.
Should he go over? Should he come see you? Should he text you again? Should heâ
Pacing the same path in his apartment for far too long, nearly ripping his own hair out, he stops in his tracks at the sound of his phone. He knows that vibration like his own mother tongue by now. Thatâs you. Youâre finally texting him back.
You: are you mad at me?
The relief is instant and near orgasmic. The first contact in what felt like an eternity for him in his head, he takes a deep and calming breath. His eyes flick back to your window, where your apartment still appears to be hidden from his view.Â
Jake: never, i was just worried since you stopped talking to me.Â
You stare at your phone, scrolling up the some fifty text messages Jake sent you over the last several days and feel awful for not once checking your phone. To be fair, youâre afraid that every message is from your ex and you eventually just ended up turning your phone off.Â
After all, you remember what happened the last time you blocked him. That wasnât even an option for you at this point if he really knows where you are.Â
The fear inside of you is so strong by this point that you canât help but want Jake to be with you. Even inside of your apartment, where youâve yet to invite anyone aside from family. You just want one single day of calm, one single moment of feeling okay. The past three days have been nothing but a paranoid delusion for you.Â
Each sway of your curtains in front of your blinds is a person who isnât meant to be inside of your space. Each footstep in the hallway outside of your apartment isnât other residents, itâs someone trying to get inside. Those missing batteries from weeks ago? It was him. Your missing panties? He has them.Â
Just like Jake, though unknowing to you, you have been pacing much like he has. Youâve been on the verge of ripping your hair out too.
You: i think we need to talk
Jakeâs relief turns to curiosity, to confusion, to horror, to excitement.
Jake: of course, love
Jake: do you want to go to the park again tonight?Â
You shake your head as you text back with a firm ânoâ, wanting so badly to explain to him why youâre acting the way you are, and why youâve always acted so defensively. You need him to understand so that he doesnât leave. You need him solely because he is all youâve got right now.Â
You: no
You: ill explain everything but can you likeâŚ
Jakeâs ears twitch as if he can hear your words, with your pretty voice, and that cute pitch it has when you talk to him.Â
You: i donât like to invite people to my apartment but I'd really just rather you come over.Â
In less than a second Jakeâs heart threatens his health. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. After days of festering in love rot for you, months actually, youâre finally inviting him. All forms of negativity towards your lack of speaking to him lately is laid to rest instantly as he jumps to his feet and makes his way to the bathroom to clean up.Â
Jake: just tell me when, you know Iâm here when you need me.Â
Itâs a shame that he said that, really, because you take it to heart. You need him now and will probably need him far past his ability to give to you. He will grow so tired so fast, surely, but you canât deny nor can you avoid that you need him.Â
You need his comfort, his safety, his smile, his dilated pupils each time he looks at you, and his careful hands reluctant to hurt you.Â
You: can you come now?
Jake is already out the door, following the same path he took the first time he went to your apartment. Honestly, itâs quick enough to remind you that heâs just next door.Â
Jake: im in the lobby, where do I go?
You pause, briefly realizing that youâre inviting a man into your apartment just so you can feel safe from another man you once invited into your life the same way. You were so enamored with your ex, never thought he could have done what he did to you, but he did. He shattered you from the inside out through years of meticulous work, and heâs still doing it now, all because you trusted him.
Itâs driving you to act as recklessly as you once did, and itâs like youâre compelled to do it. You feel forced to trust Jake, despite none of the force coming from him. Itâs coming from deep within yourself. Your brain is repeating whispers of âdo it, do it, do it.â when it comes to him.Â
You canât resist it.Â
You donât want to resist it.Â
Youâre fast when you text him your floor and room number, and somehow still find yourself shocked at how quickly there is a knock on your door.Â
Jake didnât need your informational text though, he knew exactly where to go. He knows where he belongs, and the excitement within him to have an explanation from you is one thing. The excitement of standing inside of your apartment with you is another.Â
His thoughts remain on that camera he placed back into his window, knowing that he will finally see himself in the footage with you, in the very spot he thinks about the most. Heâs worked so hard for this, so hard.Â
And his hands are shaking when you open the door, his heart is shaking when he takes in the scent he remembered from before, his legs shake as he takes a step in with a face of somewhat genuine concern for you, simply to hide the way his entire body is fluttering in euphoria.Â
âHey,â You start, trying to be nonchalant, trying to ignore that you look like shit. âSorry for the mess.â You add, gesturing to not only your apartment, but at yourself as well.
âAw,â Jake coos, poking out his bottom lip before opening his arms wide as he hears the door fall closed behind him. âCome here.â
Instantly you do, and instantly your face is hot.Â
Searing. On fire.
Jake freezes, feeling the warmth against his chest paired with the death grip your arms instantly lock him into. This grip on him is painfully heavy and seeped with emotion, he can feel your hot tears soaking into his hoodie and it raises goosebumps across his skin.Â
This is where he belongs.Â
âIâm sorryââ You hiccup, feeling stupid for instantly crying at the touch of another person. âThis must seem so annoying to you.âÂ
âSorry for what?â He asks gently, finally managing to come back to your reality to hug you and hold you there, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. âIs everything okay?â
He canât bear to let you pull away, so he holds you tighter against him, willing those salty sweet tears to seep through both layers of his clothing to his skin. Somehow, you still manage to make him fall harder for you. Heâs so fucking in love with you. The way you cling to him like this? Youâre everything heâs ever wanted and more.Â
You try to pull back though. Once, twice, and by the third time he finally relents and lets you back away.Â
You take a deep breath, meeting his gaze for just a moment and seeing the concern in his eyes. Pupils still dilated like they always are, but brows knitted together, with a small tilt to his head to offer a silent question.
You turn away from him to hide your face. You feel so seen, so vulnerable, and so stupid for involving him in this.Â
âItâsââ You pause, catching your breath and wiping your cheek as you try to make your way back to your safe space. Your bedroom. âItâs a long story.â You finally mutter out.Â
Jake notes where youâre headed and doesnât want that. He needs his camera to get this, he needs to look back on this moment later, he needs to remember the smell of your tears, the feeling of your pain, the suffocating atmosphere within this apartment.Â
So, he takes a seat on your couch, blatantly ignoring how your voice fades before getting closer again.Â
You look at him when you go back to the living room, confused as to why he doesnât follow you.Â
âYou mentioned not inviting people into your apartment, donât you think it would be best if I stay here for now?â He offers, giving you instant comfort in the way he doesnât try to invade your space. âCome over here.â He continues, patting the couch cushion next to him and glancing to your window for a moment.Â
You watch him continue his own train of thought, shifting to reach for the blinds and open them. âItâs so dark in here, let me see you, love.â He offers again, going back to patting the couch after letting the sun in and making it seem, somehow, more enticing. âPlease?âÂ
You listen, quietly making your way to him and sitting closely against him.Â
âI thought I scared you away because Iâum,â He gazes at you as he speaks, seemingly studying the emotional baggage under your eyes. âtried to kiss you.â He trails off, very much wanting to kiss you again.Â
âThat didnât scare me.â You shake your head, still trying to avoid his eye now that you know the sun is allowing him a true view at how destroyed you must look. âItâs just, weâve been on a few dates now and I like youâ alot.â You say more to yourself than to him, as if youâre confirming internally that you need to explain some things to him before giving him the option to run away. âI feel like Iââ
âI like you.â He interrupts you. âAlot.â He continues, becoming hyper-aware of everything in the universe. He can feel the hairs on his head grow, he can hear the birds a country away, he can taste the sunlight spilling against your watery eyes.Â
You like him, and he likes you.Â
And he takes intense note of the way you dip your head, a small smile curling up on the permanent frown you previously had.Â
âBut Jake,â You say, letting your face fall again. âI think we need to talk about some things before, like, you decide if you really like me.â
Thatâs silly. He knows everything about you already. Heâs in love with you, nothing you could say or do will ever change that. He wishes you could see it, he wishes you knew that he was made for you.Â
âThere is nothing you could say to change my mind,â He says sternly, turning towards you and attempting to make you look at him by grabbing your chin gently between his pointer finger and thumb, âHey, look at me.â He urges you, pleased in the way you do turn to look at him.Â
Heâs stunned. The whites of your eyes are red, your eyelids are puffy, you appear to be so tired, and still you are so beautiful to him.
For a moment, you take note of the way he looks at you and wonder how he could genuinely think that way and show it so blatantly. Are you the one who is acting recklessly here, or is it him? Somehow, it brings you comfort, even if you feel the need to force your eyes away from him.Â
He doesnât let you, and you let him not let you.Â
Your eyes stay on his.Â
âI donât think you realize how much I want to be with you.â He admits blatantly, forcing you to forget your train of thought for a total of three seconds before your eyes really lock onto his. âI donât think youâll ever realize that.â He continues.Â
âJake,â You mutter out, feeling so full of emotion that you werenât quite prepared to accept yet. âPlease,â You mutter again, continuously losing your thoughts, only to gain them back moments later, and then lose them again when his eyes stare through you. âPlease, let me explain something before you say that.âÂ
He pulls his eyes away now, closing them and pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration before breathing out and adjusting his eyes to you again.Â
He nods reluctantly, relaxing against your couch and throwing his arm around the back of you, pulling you to lean against him, where you can instantly hear the way his heart is beating.Â
Itâs beating fast. So fast that itâs almost distracting to you if you think too hard about it. So, you donât. You try to ignore the way it beats against the top of your head just so you can finally give him some insight on why you havenât texted him, on why you didnât let him kiss you, on why youâre so reluctant.Â
âRemember how we were talking about our last relationships?â You finally say, feeling his hand on your shoulder rub little shapes against your shirt in a comforting way.
He hums, continuing to trace his own name against your sleeve as he confirms your words. Because of fucking course he does. He remembers everything about you.Â
âMine was bad.â You pause, willing the emotion to say in your throat. âReally bad.â
âHow bad?â Jake encourages you instantly, already knowing the answer.Â
To be fair though, heâs been waiting to hear the words from your own mouth. Heâs been pretending to not know this entire time, holding in his rage when heâs in front of you, seeing how it affected you, feeling what he did to you through your lack of trust and affection.Â
âI think you could probably guess, considering I didnât let you kiss me.â You try to say without going too deep into it. âConsidering Iâm afraid to let you touch me.â
âBut you did.â He says calmly, running the hand on your shoulder down to your waist to pull you in closer. âYou did let me touch you.âÂ
You recoil internally.Â
âI let you hug me, and I let you keep me warm.â You admit. âI donât know why I let you though. I wasnât afraid when it was with you.âÂ
Jake knows exactly what youâre trying to say to him, and loves that you admit that heâs different. He is different because of you and for you. His stomach flutters at the fact that you know that, and you accept it.
âBecause I wouldnât hurt you.â He continues to echo his words to you, seemingly giving you a final answer to a question in your head that you have yet to find an answer to. âBecause I wouldnât let anyone else hurt you.â
God, the warmth that floods your body is what youâve been wanting. This is why you wanted him to come over. This is why you need him. You canât do this alone, you want him here with you.
âI think, deep down, you know that I wouldnât let anything like that happen to you again.â He continues, talking for you, talking as if he is inside of your head.Â
âI can make an assumption on what he did to you and I donât need to know how far it went, but itâs not going to keep me away from you.â He takes in a sigh, releasing his next words with a breathy chuckle. âI have always wanted to be with you, and I still do.âÂ
He feels the way your breathing evens out as you listen to him.Â
âDid you stop talking to me because of this?â He finally asks, letting the question hang in the air before his hand grips your waist tightly, holding you so close against him that youâre nearly on top of him. âDid you think I wouldnât fight to have you?âÂ
The words are brash and hard to swallow, but thatâs not why.
If you could, you would have gone the rest of your life without telling another person what happened to you. You donât want it to define you, and you donât want Jake to ever feel like he needs to fight for you.Â
You shake your head.
âNo.â You say sternly, now wrapping your own arm around his middle and hugging him as tightly as he does to you. Your head dips below his chest, up against his ribs as you curl yourself into him entirely, preparing to tell him. âI moved here to get away from himââ You start, feeling your body shiver in each spot your ex hurt you from before. âAnd I think he found me.â
You feel it before Jake realizes it himself, but itâs like all of the warmth left his body within seconds. He stiffens, his grip on you loosens, and he trembles for just long enough for it to be noticeable.Â
âWhat?â He says, breathing in through his nose and staring straight ahead, seemingly out of it.Â
âHe texted me a few days ago, mentioning he knows where I work, asking if I want to have lunch with him.â You try to explain. âI freaked out, I called in, and I havenât left my apartment since.â
âHe what?â Jake repeats, now slowly turning to you.
For the first time when you meet his eye, you see his pupils constrict. Theyâre not dilated, in fact, theyâre tiny. Horrifically tiny. And if you look hard enough, itâs almost like theyâre vibrating against the pretty brown color of his iris. The simple act of watching them change like that felt uncanny. You pull back from him, shocked at the expression and not quite recognizing him compared to moments before.Â
And then, he realizes your reaction to him and is immediately pulling himself back to you. He pushes that shocked rage back for now. Just for now. His pupils fall back into their permanent dilated state. His face softens, his body relaxes, and then heâs holding you again.Â
âNo one can hurt you when Iâm here.â He finally whispers out, trying to keep his voice even and warm to calm you down. âSo, he found you? So what?â He continues, letting his confidence take over. âI already told you, he canât touch you.â
For some reason, his initial reaction sinks into the back of your mind as he holds you like this and says things like that. Why? Because you believe him.Â
Somehow, you believe him.Â
âCan you promise me that?â You ask reluctantly, taking everything you can get from Jake at this moment in an attempt to feel safe, to feel better.Â
He nods instantly, and keeps nodding as he shifts his head to look down at you. This prompts you to look up at him, making direct eye contact and holy fuck. It hurts him not to dip down and make you forget that anyone else in this world exists aside from him.Â
From this angle, as you look up to him with a promise swirling around the two of you, he knows heâs got you. Youâve never looked at him like this. There is no hint of doubt, curiosity, confusion, or fear in your eyes as you wait for him to answer.Â
All he can do is stare at you, breath caught in his throat at the constant realization that heâs here. Youâre against him, youâre talking to him, youâre looking at him, youâreâfuck, youâre everything heâs ever wanted or needed in life.Â
âI can promise you that, and more.â He finally whispers out to you, knowing you can feel his words spread across your forehead. âI think Iâd do just about anything for you.âÂ
You nod, keeping eye contact with him for a moment more before lying your head back against him and breathing a big sigh of relief.Â
âI guess Iâm yours then.â You sigh out, feeling comfortable saying the words.Â
And oh.Â
Oh, the fucking joy that rattles every bone in his body. The immense amount of love, adoration, and wonderstruck devotion he feels for you fills his body from the core, he can feel it seep out of him with each breath, each tear that reaches his eye, each goosebump, all of it.Â
Youâre his. You said it. With your own voice, your own words, your own thoughts, right up by his heartbeat, you fucking said it.
âYeah,â He says in his own shaking breath, blinking away the first tear heâs felt in his eye for years, wanting to squeeze you so tight that you go numb. âYou are.â He continues, swooping down just slightly and prompting you to look at him again.
Those dark eyes are dazed, and once again you feel like he sees you as the only other breathing person on this planet with him. ItâsâŚ.so nice.
Silence hangs in the air as you look at each other, seemingly confirming a relationship that feels more uncertain to you than it does to him, but you know youâll try. You want to be his safety too, you want to give him everything you have.Â
And then he says it.Â
âDoes this mean I can kiss you now?âÂ
It hurts you when you hear the way he says it. So uncertain and reluctant to cross a boundary. Youâre trying to confirm his feelings for you, the feelings that you feel so lucky to receive. Youâre trying to make him understand that heâs the only person youâre comfortable with. Heâs the only one youâd ever let kiss you.Â
Youâve made him hold back so much, you can imagine.Â
You nod to him first, watching him almost immediately close in to do just that, but you pull back on instinct.Â
âJustââ You raise a hand in front of him, putting your fingers to his lips to halt him. âLetâs go slow.â You say, already knowing he will accept it. He will go slow for you.Â
âLove, you really just donât get it.â Jake smiles, averting his lips and landing a kiss to your forehead, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his lips for the first time. âI have enough patience for both of us.â
And if only you knew how true that statement is. For him, heâs already been waiting for this moment since before you knew he existed. Despite his small moments of losing control, needing more, he could have waited even longer for this moment with you. All of it is worth it in the end if he gets to hear you call yourself his again.Â
You are his. You have always been his.Â
And you decide at that moment that he is right. Heâs been nothing but patient with you, and has done nothing to make you feel otherwise.Â
A kiss wouldnât hurt, a few kisses wouldnât hurt.Â
So, you lift your head just a bit more, closing your eyes softly and waiting for him to do it. Waiting for him to kiss you, waiting for him toâ
âLittle more,â He encourages you, causing you to open your eyes and look at him. âJust a little closer.âÂ
And you do. The least you can do is close the distance for him, especially after what he just learned about you. He probably wants you to be the one to approach him, he probably doesnât want to cross a boundary, or scare you.Â
For Jake, the way you listen without a hint of hesitation isâŚwell. It scares him. It scares him how every assumption he had about you was right. Given, he knew he would be, but experiencing it right here, right now, is amazing to him.Â
He keeps his eyes open through all of it, seeing your heavy eyes stay closed as you place your lips on his.Â
Itâs so soft. Your lips are plush when theyâre puckered against his own, soft, so fucking soft. He chokes back a relieved sob at finally getting this from you, hiding it with a thick swallow and his hands rushing up to cup both of your cheeks in his hands as he lets himself feel you like this.
Heâs thought about it so much. Just these few seconds of feeling you kiss him already exceeds his expectations. He can feel your eyelashes flutter on the tips of his fingers, and it only makes him tilt his head just a bit to slot his lips against yours in a more comfortable position.
He doesnât move after that, nor do you. Both of you just feel it.Â
Itâs the first time youâve kissed anyone since your ex and even he didnât hold your face against his like this, despite swearing he loved you more than life itself. You can feel the burn at the corner of your eyes, and you breathe out through your nose to try and keep them in.Â
You donât even notice the tears that escape until Jake is tasting them, relishing in what youâve chosen to give to him. Never realizing how good pain can taste until it comes from you, and then he pulls back just slightly.
It was nothing but a long and drawn out act of lying lips against each other. There was no tongue, there were no frantic movements. It was justâŚa first kiss, that lasted what felt like years to you, and only a split second for Jake.
He blinks down at you, noting the beads of tears bunching up in your bottom lashes and uses his thumb to swipe just under your eye. That view alone of seeing his hand do it was enough to confirm for him that he is no longer chasing. You are his, and never will another person get the chance to look at you as closely as he does.Â
âHave I ever told you how pretty you are?â Jake smiles when he says it, feeling your tears nourish his body.Â
You nod, still blinking up at him.Â
âIn passing, on dates. Never like this though.â You admit in a small voice, feeling a bit shy with the way you feel entirely new when heâs with you.Â
âIâll tell you every day.â He says, leaning down to connect his lips with yours once again solely because he canât choose between staring at you or kissing you now.Â
All of his senses are in overdrive. Kissing you, looking at you, sitting on your couch in your apartment, none of it will ever satiate his need for more, more, fucking more of you. And all of it is happening right there, in front of his camera.Â
He can relive this time and time again for the moments he canât be with you.Â
You stay silent after that, alternating between the same long and simple kisses and staring at each other until you can see the sun shift positions in the sky. Sometimes he will say things during this time, sweet and passionate words that only make you feel safer and safer in your own space.
Up until you feel his body shift and his hands pull back to his own body.
You look at him as if he just interrupted a very important moment in your life, and in a way, he did. You could sit with him like this for three hours more if he allowed it, but unfortunately, nature does tend to call.Â
âIâll be backââ He whispers right up against your lips, knowing that youâre already growing familiar with how they feel against you. Smiling when your lips chase him as he stands up. He lends you one more. A quick kiss, one that reminds you that he isnât leaving you. âJust a second.â He adds in an even smaller voice, heading straight for your bathroom.
Youâre still so in awe at how slow the night feels with him, loving every warm second of it. Youâre not thinking about anything but him and the way his lips feel. Hell, you havenât even gotten a full glimpse of him since that first kiss.Â
So, of course you donât notice how he somehow knew which door held your bathroom behind it, or how long he stayed in there. You werenât paying attention at all as you flop back and do your very best not to kick your legs out of happiness at this moment.Â
You finally feel comfortable, even while a threat looms just outside of these walls. You have a boyfriend now, one that appears to be willing to stay beside you through all of it.Â
Youâre happy.Â
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All good things come to an end but at least this time, itâs temporary.Â
The night with Jake felt much needed on both accounts, but it became one sided when your discomfort kicked in. Itâs not that you didnât want him to stay, above all you almost needed him to.Â
He was so willing to stay, you could tell just by looking at him sitting next to you with kissed lips and dazed eyes, far too late in the night to excuse what you eventually made happen. He had to go back home.
Again, itâs not because you didnât want him to stay, itâs because you felt better. You felt so much better that you didnât think even for a second that Jake wouldnât come running back over if you so much as hinted through a text that you needed him. Not to mention, upon your anxieties calming, your rational thoughts took back over and reminded you that this was enough. You donât need him to coddle you more, or to worry for you.Â
Youâre not entirely ready to let a man sleep in your home, despite very much loving the time you spent with him here.Â
After all, you interrupted his day already by asking for him to cater to you. Cater he did, and you wanted to do the same for him. Kissing him one more time with an apologetic look, stating that itâs best if he goes back home for the night.Â
You still remember the look on his face when you walked him to the lobby. Reluctance, confusion, even a bit of panic. He needed another kiss, and another kiss you gave.Â
His shoulders relaxed at that, and you watched him turn on his heel and head back home to presumably sleep without you.Â
And while you slept well that night, thinking of him and how you somehow found a boyfriend amidst all of your fears, Jake was wide awake and reeling from the conversations he shared with you, the kisses, the cuddling, the smell. Fuck, it was so much to face by the time he made it back into his cold and dreary apartment.Â
He doesnât belong in this space, he belongs just across the street with you. But, for your sakeâŚhe will continue the patience he promised you. After all, he could see in your eyes that briefly, you considered letting him stay.Â
And throughout the night, his calm overtakes him as he rethinks, staring down his camera and trying to decide if he should watch it back until you eventually text him after you wake up.Â
He ultimately decides to watch, checking that your lights are off one last time before moving to his PC and plugging in the camera. The first thing he does is fast forward to your first kiss, and then the second, third, fourthâŚ
He rewinds it to watch again, almost feeling that youâre still against him when he presses play a bit too far back in the footage.Â
You pull away from him in that moment and suddenly he remembers why.
Before the blissful moments he spent with you, there was a moment of intense and uncontrollable rage within him. When you told him the less-than-detailed story of what your ex did to you, he was expecting it. He knew how to act surprised, he knew how to comfort you, he knew how to make you understand that your past wouldnât scare him away.
What he wasnât prepared for was to find out that your fears that he read in your journal were very real. Learning that your ex texted you and that he knew where you were was one thing, but hearing your voice crack upon telling him that he wants to meet with you is another.Â
Jake couldnât have prepared a reaction for that even if he tried. Not one that wouldnât have scared you, at least. And now, this night of reliving the hours in which it took for him to make you his girlfriend once and for all turned into a night of internet sleuthing.Â
Finding the man on social media canât be that hard. All he had to do was search your name to find your family, which he has done probably a thousand times by now. He knew that within the public posts of your family, this guy had to have been associated somewhere.Â
And after three hours of finding nothing, a little hint of who this man is reveals itself.Â
So far into his searches, intense googling, and even yearbook studying, he finds an older facebook account of your mother and he slaps himself in the forehead for not double checking the profiles sooner, he could have saved at least two hours if he had found this earlier.Â
She must have made a new account after the divorce that she clearly had and shared with the world. It only takes a single scroll with his mouse wheel to find an image of her, another woman, you, andâŚthat man.Â
Jake sits and stares at the old image, noting that itâs over four years old. Indicating that you must have been with this guy for a long time. You look happy in the photo, with his arm snaked around your waist and gripping you tight.
Jake, above anyone else, knows that grip heâs got on you. Itâs the same one he had on you just hours ago but he tries not to think too hard, prying his eyes away from a happy you with that piece of shit. If he ruminates on this image of you with another man, he very well may resent you for ever letting another man be with you in the first place.
Instead, he has to force his eyes from the younger college version of you and look at the reactions of the photo.Â
Of course your mother is the type to have hundreds and hundreds of friends, most that she doesnât even know in real life surely. The image has seventy three likes, and he goes through each and every single one until he finally recognizes the account of the very man in that photo, holding you, as if itâs his rightful place beside you.
God, safety concerns be damned. He cannot believe that your mother never deleted this account. Your ex probably looks at this photo all the time, he probably gets off on it too. Like he must think that because he had you once, he could win you over again. No. Â Jake will see blood before he ever lets that happen.Â
Jake rolls his eyes, giving himself a mental note to find a way to tell you that your mother should really watch her online presence if her own daughterâs safety is in danger, and then he continues his snooping on your ex.
One simple google of his name and city and Jakeâs got a workplace address. Come Monday morning, youâll never have to worry about this guy again.
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Every. single. day.Â
Every day you have texted him since the night he left your apartment, and every day he hopes that you force him to be patient with you. Why? Because for the first time, he needs to stay distant for now.Â
He kept his promise. Maybe he even overdid it a little bit.Â
Given, he knows youâd probably be happy in knowing what happened, he just thinks it would be best not to tell you about it. For now, at least, he doesnât want you to see the mark above his eye because if you find out what happened, perhaps youâd stop needing him for comfort. Maybe youâd even break up with him since youâd no longer need him.Â
Heâs going to ensure that you are safe, and heâs going to keep you.Â
Unfortunately, Jake is awful at telling you no, awful at living up to his patience, and fucking horrible at staying away from you. When you text him this morning, just two days after he met with your ex, itâs not your usual greeting.Â
You: they need me to go to the office todayâŚ
God, has he no shame? No. He doesnât. Never in his life could he even imagine being ashamed to instantly come at your beck and call. Though you have nothing to be afraid of anymore.Â
Jake: Iâll walk you there.Â
You smile at his immediate act of protection of you.Â
You: Itâs okay, my manager is already on her way to pick me up. she knows about everything so iâm still safe!
He pauses, trying to look at the bright side of not seeing you. Heâs not in fear of your safety like you are, because he definitely took care of the matter, butâŚunder the guise of you still needing it, he doesnât like that youâre letting someone else protect you on your trip to work.Â
Jake: oh
You stare at your phone, feeling bad that you haven't offered him much since he was last at your apartment. You donât want him to think youâre avoiding him again, or to think that you donât want to see him butâŚyour manager has a car. If you were to let him walk you to work, youâd just be paranoid of being on the street.Â
Youâd just feel bad for him to have to walk back home alone. And youâd feel even worse knowing heâd make the same trip to walk you back home.Â
You: i donât want to have to walk to work, even if I know youâd be there with me. Itâs just a huge inconvenience for you and a big safety concern for meâŚ
He reads your text and scoffs. Do you still not understand that itâs what he lives for? He would walk across the fucking country if you so much as suggested there was a leaf on the ground that you wanted to look at. Itâs not an inconvenience.Â
The inconvenience is you giving someone else the right to what he is supposed to be doing for you.Â
Jake: itâs ok love, just text me when you get there safe
You pause, unable to shake the feeling of guilt thatâs threatening your brain right now. It feels awkward, it feels weird. Youâre more than aware to know that he probably wants to prove something to you, especially with such a new relationship but you canât help but feel like youâre the only person who needs to prove something.Â
You need his protection, but you donât want to exhaust him. That is your biggest fear, even over the idea of your ex finding you. The idea of being wanted by someone you hate hurts far less than the idea of being unwanted by the man who is seemingly upset with you over not getting to walk you to work.
So, youâll prove to him that this isnât because he isnât capable of protecting you. Youâll prove to him that you do want to see him.Â
You: Can I see you after i get home? I miss you.
His reactions are always so immediate as he slams his phone against his chest, sighing out of relief that you want to see him tonight. So what if he has a blatant and obvious bruise on his face? He will proudly present it to you, with a lie of course, solely because he knows itâs proof that he would do anything for you.Â
Jake: I miss you too :) just tell me when sheâs bringing you back to me and iâll be waiting in the lobby for you.Â
For some reason, those little typed words of âbringing you back to meâ hits you hard in the chest. It makes you feel warm, happy even, as you head out of your apartment and straight for your managerâs car.
Sure, you might not be walking to work when they need you to come in for a while, but youâll sure as hell be certain to make it up to Jake every single time. You can practically feel his excitement through his quickly sent texts, and you canât help but thrive off of it.Â
Now, even as youâre worried that youâll be at work, in a place where he can find you, you feel excited. Youâre looking forward to getting to go back home, and looking forward to hugging Jake, and talking to him, and seeing his pretty face.Â
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 You donât recall your work days going by this slowly, as you fiddle around your desk wondering why they called you here today in the first place. âFor a meetingâ Your manager had said. Well thatâs all fine and dandy if it werenât for the fact that the meeting isnât scheduled until four thirty in the afternoon, the end of the fucking day.Â
You could have worked from home and just came in for the meeting if that was the case, but youâre already here and mostly just annoyed that you had to come at all.
You scroll your phone, do some paperwork, scroll some more, more paperwork, and then, just as you open your messages so you can complain to Jake about how stupid this work day is, you pause.
Suddenly, youâre hyper aware of everything and everyone around you, and all you can do is sit at your desk and pretend that you donât see the man across the large room filled with fifty other cubicles, eyes scanning for you.Â
The only thing you know how to do is drop to the floor upon seeing that familiar smile. Youâre not ashamed when you text your manager, telling her who security just led to your floor. Youâre even less ashamed in the way you quickly rush to the back, around a corner, and out the fire escape.
You came to work today to miss not one meeting, but two, apparently. The only reason you even feel safe enough to power-walk back to your apartment is because you know exactly where your stupid handsome ex is, and you know exactly why heâs there.
Heâs not following you right now, youâre sure of it. You told your manager exactly who he was before, and she knows exactly where he is now. Surely theyâre distracting him, because your manager, bless her, already texted you that she would take care of it and that you should get home quickly.
Insane scenario, really. You should have just called the police, but itâs not like he fucking did anything within these city limits outside of take an elevator to your floor.Â
God, how did he even know you were going to be at work today?Â
And as you rush into your apartment building, not even knowing how long or how short it took you to get there, you feel your phone vibrate before you even get in the buildingâs front door.
Jake: why are you home so early, and why did you walk alone?Â
Instantly you call him, not thinking even for a second that itâs strange that he saw you come in. If anything, it was probably just a coincidence. He just happened to look outside and you just happened to be panic-walking inside.Â
âCome over.â You say, out of breath into the speaker.Â
Jake doesnât even respond, he just hangs up and is immediately rushing to your building as quickly as his feet can carry him, for the first time unsure of whatâs going on with you.Â
He thinks this may actually be his record time of getting to you even, considering youâre walking up to your door as soon as he steps out of the elevator and rushing up to you.
âWhatâs wrong!?â You hear his panicked voice from behind you as you unlock your door, stepping inside and grabbing him by the shirt, not even looking at him before pulling him inside.Â
âI missed you.â You say, desperate to feel safe again and running entirely on adrenaline as you lift up and kiss him harder than you ever have before.
Jake freezes, feeling your grip on his shirt and your hardened pucker against his lips. He doesnât relax into it at all, in fact, the way you just grabbed him runs straight between his legs and all he can do is grab your shirt back, pulling you up more, kissing you twice as hard.Â
He knew you could be forceful, and somehow this is the last thing he was expecting. Did you rush home alone and call him with that desperate voice because you needed him? Did you finally give in? Does he mean this much to you already?
There are no words in this breathless moment as you let yourself spiral into a void with Jake. Feeling only safe when heâs with you, on you, holding you, touching you. You really should have let him walk you to work. You should have let him stay with you there, you shouldnât ever let him leave your side.Â
You only feel calm when heâs with you, and god you almost hope your ex followed you here so that he can walk in and find you kissing someone else. Someone better.
âWhat happened?â Jake groans out his words between the harsh kisses that are quickly turning heated. Your grip on his shirt only tightens, and you stumble back to pull him with you.Â
You donât want to talk, you donât want to explain, you just want toâŚdo this. You need him to give you that brain fog that makes you forget about anything else.Â
And itâs the first time heâs ever felt your tongue. So desperate to part his lips, so frantic, so sweet. The new feeling is more than he ever could have imagined, he feels like heâs almost forgotten how to kiss you back at this point. He lets you do all of the work right now, tasting inside of his mouth and fluttering your lashes against his cheek bone when you skew your head just a little bit to kiss him deeper.Â
Heâs feeling everything at once, and the fact that heâs finally back in your apartment only makes this worse for him. Or maybe, better? He isnât sure, but what he does know is that if you keep doing this, he wonât be able to hold back. How could he? Youâre pulling him, nearly tripping over your own feet just to pull him deeper into the roomâ right there in front of that same fucking window.Â
Your tight grip on his shirt warms him along with knowing this is being recorded, right up from the brief amount of cold air that hit him on his run over. It was freezing, and he left without even throwing on his hoodie. Which is nice and detrimental to his health. Itâs like youâre closer than youâve ever been to him without two layers of clothing on, just this shirt keeping you from gripping his skin instead.Â
And he would let you, he would let you grip and claw through his chest to pull him further into your space. If you missed him so much, perhaps he wouldnât need to hold back. Your kisses are bruising, and the little breaths you take with each tilt to your head drives his heart to tremble in his chest, heâs sure you may not want him to hold it in any longer.Â
Heâs tasting you right now and only because youâre tasting him first.Â
Safe to say, heâs in shock and entirely turned on right now with the way you try to overpower him. He lets you. Yes, yes, yes. Why wouldnât he? Youâre not being shy and your defenses are entirely down for him.Â
You continue to stumble back with him, up until your legs hit your couch and he very nearly falls on top of you, but instead he holds steady, watching you fall from the close proximity against his lips with a huff after you hit the soft cushions.
He felt his shirt slip from your fingers in the descent and can do nothing but look at you in pure awe. You look like you want him right now, you look up at him the same way he looks at you.
Your pupils are dilated, your chest is heaving, and youâre just staring up at him with each breath.Â
âJake?â You mutter in a slight whisper and furrow your brows at your findings upon finally looking at him. In your rush to kiss him and to have him as close to you as possible, you nearly missed it.Â
You reach a hand out and see him immediately take it, your gaze still trained on the bruise above his eye. You pull him to you instantly, landing your lips just below his right brow. âWhy is there a bruise?â
He pauses to feel your breath hit his brow, entirely forgetting that he is a human being with flesh that can be marked by another. Forgetting that pain exists, solely because the kiss you just landed against that swollen spot felt good. So good.
âAhââ He chuckles slyly, feeling you repeatedly kiss the area, bruising it more by the force behind your lips. âDropped my phone on my face a few nights ago while texting you.âÂ
You smile against it, finding the image endearing before pulling back and taking note of the way he hovers above you, not letting a single part of his body touch you without you prompting it.Â
âYou should be more careful,â You smile, pulling him down more, until he is forced to use his arms on the back of your couch to steady himself. âStay like this.âÂ
He notes how you look so small under him, and he would want nothing more than to stay like this for you.Â
âOn top of you?â He asks gently, allowing his hungry eyes to fall to a half-lidded stare, he tilts his head and inches back to your lips as he says it, entirely drunk on the image of you against the couch and totally barred from the outside world by his body.
âYeah,â You sigh at how pretty he is close up, dark eyes taking you in with that deep stare. âFeels like nothing could ever get to me if youâre like this.âÂ
He nods confirmation.Â
âYou were scared of being alone today, werenât you?â He asks gently, pulling back from the almost-kiss and now adjusting you to lay down on your couch, all so he can more comfortably fulfill the request you just asked of him. âDonât go anywhere without me again, and I'll stay like this for as long as you need me to.âÂ
You stare up at him and his words as he crawls onto the couch with you, over you. He nudges himself between your legs and only now do you understand what it must feel like to want someone to love. You never imagined youâd let a man be with you like this again, and yet thereâs so much truth in his facial expression after he said those words. You canât help but feel like you were stupid to ever think you could do any of this alone.Â
You never could do it alone to begin with.
âI wonât,â You confirm for him, lifting your hand to move a strand of hair that hangs over that darkened bruise above his eye. âSo, stay like this.â
And he does, eyes lost as they glance at every part of your face, only closing his eyes to feel your fingers in his hair for that short moment. He lets out a long sigh, trying to keep his lower half from losing control, both understanding and not comprehending that heâs on top of you right now.Â
Only now, with his mind racing and skin reacting does he dip back down.
âAlright.â He whispers just before the kiss, intentionally relaxing his lower half and allowing you to feel exactly what youâre doing to him.Â
He feels you shift when you feel it, but he doesnât move. Instead, he presses forward a bit more with his hips, making sure you feel his love for you in its entirety.Â
And when your hands find their way into his hair and you hum against his tongue, thatâs when he pulls back.
âSorry,â He admits, looking away from you. âDidnât know you were going to justâ grab me like that and kiss me.â
All you can do is smile at him, refusing to question why you donât recoil at the idea of a man being turned on. If anything, you give in to the feeling of pleasure yourself. Especially after so long of not only denying it to yourself, but fearing it.
And the two of you just lay there, shifting from time to time to get more comfortable and to ease numb limbs. Just kissing. Just making out.Â
Hot, wet, warm kissing. To the point of being out of breath but not yet pulling back. Never wanting to be the first one to break the contact, but always wanting to be the first to dip back in. You feel his excitement throughout all of it, and you feel his patience as well.
He doesnât even chase when your body arches into his intense kisses, he doesnât ask for more, and ultimately, it doesnât matter that your ex showed up at your workplace today. Because youâve got Jake right here, on you, shielding you, holding you.Â
No one can get to you right now.Â
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Jake holds you as you sleep, as tight as he can manage without waking you up. Thinking in his head over and over again about how pretty you are, how perfect you are, how utterly infatuated with you he is.Â
He wasnât expecting you to fall asleep like that, gentle fingers scratching the back of his neck and holding him just as tightly. Whispering to him that you donât want him to leave this time.
Muttering that you want him to stay.Â
He remembers so well how pretty your half-asleep voice sounded, with your half-asleep eyes, and half-asleep legs tangled in his own.
He didnât sleep.Â
No, no. He couldnât have. He didnât want to miss a single breath or twitch of your brow as you dreamt. And he really didnât miss a single one either.
The sun is long gone in the sky by the time his own heavy eyes force him to blink. Itâs so dark in the room but you brighten it up for him just fine, with that pretty breath and sleeping face. His gaze falls upon the window as he smiles, hugging you even closer to him just to feel you nuzzle your nose up and against his neck.
He has yet to set foot into your bedroom since the first time heâs been here but that doesnât bother him. You both fit perfectly on this couch. Forced proximity really lives up to its name in this city, apparently. You havenât ever been without him, and you never will be.Â
Heâs more than delighted toâ
His thoughts shake the same way your phone does. A vibration sending his mind into a spiral at who could possibly be texting you at this hour if not him.Â
The phone lights up the room and heâs very careful to reach for it, smiling when your sleepy brain tells you that heâs reaching over you to hug you closer again, not to grab at your phone that you left forgotten on the table.
Heâs so quiet, so careful.Â
The screen lights up his face, causing his dry eyes to water until they adjust to the notification.Â
A text message.
From an unknown number.Â
His eyes fall to you as he tries to remember the patterns of numbers youâve typed into your phone, only to fail a total of three times before gently shaking you.Â
âLove,â He whispers, lying his lips against your forehead. âWhatâs your passcode?â
âHmm?â You mumble against him, his shirt bunched up against your own lips.Â
âYour passcode,â He repeats in a more gentle voice, trying to keep from waking you entirely. âI forgot my phone at home, and I want to set an alarm.âÂ
Your sleepy brain barely registers his words, or the fact that heâs lying. You felt his phone in his pocket when he was lying on top of you all night.Â
âAh,â You sigh out, clearing the sleep from your throat as you whisper out the numbers to him, slurring out the last one as you fall right back into your deep slumberÂ
Jake smiles, dumbfounded yet again by how adorable you are for him.Â
Now, with one hand unlocking your phone and the other tracing his name, once again, onto the fabric of your back, he swipes to your messages.
Rage.
Unknown number: so who is the new guy
Unknown number: get me banned from your work then you send him? fought like a bitch
Unknown number: iâll be seeing you soon babe
Empty threats, he knows they have to be. Blatant lies and empty fucking threats. This idiot canât do shit considering how battered he managed to leave him.Â
He thinks hard about the pain against his knuckles and even harder about how you didnât note that theyâre just as bruised as his eye. Thankfully, you were too enveloped in kissing him to take note of his bruised hands, or the lie about dropping his phone.Â
Jake easily deletes the texts and blocks the number, understanding that this little problem of yours is his problem to solve. And the worst part is that he knows exactly why this man wants you back. He hates that he understands the thought process from the root, knowing that if he, himself, couldnât have you, heâd have to take desperate measures too. As if he hasnât already.Â
Heâs similar to your ex, who was far more handsome with blood on his face, and you can never know that. As similar as he is, mirroring the love and abundant weakness he has for you, he would never. fucking. hurt. you. Infact, Jake would set himself aflame before even imagining you crying for him to leave you alone.Â
Why would he set himself up for you to fear him? Your ex is a royally vacuous man, at least Jake has the smarts to treat you well.Â
Still, he gets it.Â
Who wouldnât want you all to themself anyway?Â
Youâre Jakeâs though. You belong to him and only him, you always have, and thatâs the only reason, he thinks, that youâre in this mess. Had you not tried to love someone before him, perhaps you wouldnât have that little journal filled to the brim with night terrors and body shakes.Â
And as he ruminates on whether or not he should pay your ex another visit, this time without holding back, he searches the rest of your messages simply because he is entitled to it.Â
Every text you have is from your family and him. Good.Â
Your photos.Â
Most of you and your family, one specific photo of you. Deep within your camera roll, pressing your tits together, hand grabbing one of them, panties sitting prettily on your hips.Â
Who did you send that to? Itâs old, your hair is different, but heâd like to hope it wasnât to the man whose blood heâs currently craving. Still, he feels discomfort in knowing this photo was taken long before he loved you, and long before you loved him. Meaning, whether it was to your ex or not, it wasnât for him.
His length stirs immediately still, so turned on by the image of you, the feeling of you currently against him, and the internal future promise to feel your exâs teeth break against his fists. All of it is making his dick ache, as he chews the inside of his bottom lip and easily sends the nude to himself before deleting it from your phone forever. Heâd better be the last to see this image of you, and the last to ever feel you hug against him like this. Then, he removes the sent message from your phone to hide the traces of it entirely.
You shift against him at this moment and he pulls back slightly to look at you, quickly closing out your apps, locking your phone, and tossing it to the floor. There, he wraps both arms around you, hugging you so tightly that you do wake up this time.Â
âYouâre so cute,â Jake mumbles against the top of your head. âWake up so I can kiss you.â
You smile against him, shifting your head up and finding his lips within the dark room. Itâs soft at first, and you assume heâs going to pull back, satisfied with it, but he doesnât.Â
Itâs a quick movement, one that causes your sleepy groan to come out as a surprised yelp. He easily moves on top of you again, using his knees to spread your legs so he can lay between them, and his fingers locking into yours, pressing them into the cushion above your head.Â
âSorry,â He pouts, kissing the corner of your mouth. âSorry, sorry.â He continues, kissing down to your jaw, and just below your ear. âIâve been so turned on all day, please.â
You chuckle, feeling the tickle of his plush bottom lip meeting the sensitive pulse point of your neck. Pleased with how much he wants you, and even more pleased that you kind ofâŚwant this too. But, youâre not entirely ready. Even in this perfect atmosphere with the perfect man. Room shielded entirely by night, warm lips kissing you, strong arms holding youâŚ
Youâre still not ready.Â
âMm, Jake.â You hum, catching his attention and feeling him move his head back to look at you. âNot yet.â
And then you hear him let out a nervous chuckle, a sigh, and a whisper.Â
âAlright, baby.â He pouts again.Â
He moves back to your side and hugs you against him, trying not to seem as disappointed as he really is right now before you hear him speak again. You barely hear it, and you barely comprehend it within the comfort of his hug, but you do think youâll remember it.Â
âThen when?âÂ
Even as you fall back to sleep, you think about it. The fact that heâs already been so patient with you and that you knew it would run out eventually. Youâll lose him at this rate, and these soft arms vowing to protect you.
If anything, Jake has given you everything and youâve given him nothing. If he finds out that youâve already spotted your ex at work, he might really run away knowing that no matter what he does, you may never be ready to give him intimacy on a deeper level as long as said ex is around.
You felt how much he wanted you today right up against you. If you were any other woman, you wouldnât have been able to pretend it wasnât there. You would have touched him, you would have given yourself to him.Â
And god, you want him so badly at the same time. The only thing holding you back is the fear of it hurting. The fear of regression, of dissociation.Â
Yet, still, your dream state forces you to promise. Youâll be everything that Jake needs you to be in time, and he will be the only person able to teach you how to love again, the only man that will touch you in a way that feels good.
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To Ruin. // Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader
THIS IS A DARK FIC, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
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Summary: you are aegon's and helaena's daughter, being the eldest triplet, you were betrothed to your older uncle Aemond the moment you were born, he seemed to show no interest in you, being lost in his own world until he returns to kings landing and sees you again, in your prime age. // based on this request.
WARNINGS: noncon to dubcon, p in v sex, fingering, orgasm denial, knife kink, blood kink, dacryphilia, breeding kink, choking kink, corruption kink, purity culture, age system is in accordance to medieval/canon standards and not modern but do not worry they dont get sexual until reader is 19, virginity loss, tiddy sucking, thoughts of violence, fucked up shit, age gap (13 years), extreme canon divergence, cunty aemond + not proofread
WC: 4.3k
The moment you were born, you were immediately betrothed to your uncle, Aemond Targaryen. Alicent never wanted to betroth or marry someone from the same family after Aegon and Helaena but Otto convinced her to do so, even if they see it as a sin. Telling her that it would secure the hightower blood further down the line.
When Aemond was informed of this, he laughed, he was just thirteen back then, the idea of marrying someone that was just born seemed comical to him, especially when the babe was his elder sister's and elder brother's daughter, but he quickly accepted it, as he realised it was his duty.
Aegon however, was against it, calling you too young, but he was only sixteen at that time so his opinion was disregarded.
You were the oldest by an hour to your younger siblings, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.
You were informed of your betrothal to your uncle when you were ten years old, that's when they deemed you old enough to understand what marriage and everything was. Aemond had turned twenty three that year, performing his duties as the prince of the realm, securing aegon's claim to the throne, claiming lands and power back to their hands successfully. At the end, Rhaenyra was successfully usurped, having lost way too much before she died at the hands of Aegon. And then came Aemond's march to Harrenhal, killing off every person that contained even a single droplet of the strong blood, except he spared one, Alys rivers, who he took as his war spoil and a bedmate.
He spent most of his time there with her in Harrenhal, burying himself deep inside of her, and other political matters, only returning to King's Landing when he was needed, just like now, but what he didn't expect was you. He was surprised to see you.
You were no more the gangly limbed child he knew you as and remembered you to be, your breasts and hips were fuller, your face having lost its childlike appearance as you were going through puberty, becoming more sharp and mature, having recently turned seventeen, You were becoming a woman now. You greeted him with a small smile. âWelcome back, Uncle.â you greeted him and he swallowed thickly, hoping you had not noticed how his breeches tightened as he got hard at the sight of you. Your beauty captured him.
âNiece, you've grown.â he comments, eyes shamelessly roaming over your breasts, which you weren't aware of, âYou too Uncle, it has been a while since we properly saw each other.â you tell him and he hums, looking at the soft flush of your breasts pushing against the bodice, almost calling out to him to set them free, he fought with every urge to not do so.
It was when he spent some time with you, he realised he didn't know you at all, so he put in effort into knowing you, courting you properly which you were taken aback by, always knowing him to be distant towards you, but that was only because you were a child, you are a woman now, and he was a lot interested and willing to be with you.
It was on your eighteenth name day, which he attended, when he cut off multiple ladies tongues out for bad mouthing you, they had said mean things about you, calling you too old now, that nobody would be interested in marrying you if your betrothal to Aemond was called off, which was unsurprisingly a rumor circulating due to Aemond's involvement with Alys, his disinterest in you and your grandmother, Alicent, doing nothing to make the betrothal move forward. It had been a messy name day but it was also the moment you fell in love with your uncle, impressed by how he defended your honour and your name.
Aemond had to return to harrenhal as there were some pressing issues which needed to be taken care of, and he was less than enthusiastic about it, not even the thought of seeing his spoil made him excited. He was sitting on his chair doing the paperwork when Alys walked into the room, she sat on his lap and caressed his face, âWhat is it my love?â she cooed and he sighed heavily, not in the mood for her, âGet out.â he said, and Alys was heavily hurt by it, but left nonetheless. His mind was constantly on you, he remembers how your breasts pressed against his chest when you hugged him during your name day, and he immediately gets hard at the thought, that night, he finishes in his hand before cleaning himself up.
You had plagued his mind, cause he couldn't look at his lover nor bed her anymore because she isn't you, he was becoming more and more insatiable, tired of fucking his own hand, he was in need of a real cunt.
He stopped ordering silk green dresses for Alys and instead ordered dresses of material you would wear, the colour palette you dearly loved, and requested her to wear those instead, and do her hair up in a way you did, so he could at least pretend she was you when he fucked her, moaning your name loudly while being buried inside of her cunt. He knew he was being cruel to Alys, but he couldn't give a fuck, and Alys kept quiet, not wanting to anger him, knowing that he could kill her.
But it still wasn't enough, no, because it wasn't you.
Aemond was so delighted when he was called to the keep again, it means he got to see you, it was to discuss matters of the realm, and after what seems like hours, his mother finally changes the topic. Which catches his immediate attention.
âI think it is in our best interest if you marry aemond and y/n soon, maybe in a moons time, there have been various slanderous whispers about their betrothal, and i want to put an end to it.â Alicent says and Aemonds heart picks up it's pace at that. âIt's better if we call off the betrothal.â Aegon's voice booms across the chambers. âI do not think it is necessary anymore, not after we have won the war. Rhaenyra is dead, the blacks are dead, my daughter shouldn't need to marry her uncle anymore.â Aegon reasons and Aemond clicks his tongue, âIt is my duty brother, to keep our valyrian blood pure, I do not mind marrying my niece.â Aemond replies and Aegon sighs. âYou need not perform your duty anymore, she is my daughter, and I do not wish her to be subjected to your cruelty, little brother.â
âMy cruelty? What of your whoring?â Aemond grits his teeth, and Alicent visibly flinches at the mention but Aegon only laughs, âI have put it past me dear brother. You however, still are as merciless.â and Aemond scoffs.
âI want to marry her.â Aemond says, tone final, staring daggers at Aegon, and he just laughed. âAlright, Alright, it was merely a suggestion.â Aegon backs down which makes Aemond calm down. âThe matter is settled then, the wedding will take place when the moon turns.â Alicent says and everyone nods.
Another moon to finally bed you? Gods be damned, he cannot wait that long.
So he didn't.
He snuck into your chambers that night, through the secret tunnels, he had expected you to be asleep but you were awake, sitting on the chaise, reading a book of some sort, but you didn't hear him enter your chambers, so you jumped when you heard him speak.
âHello, Niece.â you snapped your head to the direction of the voice and were surprised to find Aemond.
âUncle? What are you doing hereâ you asked and he just stalked towards you, âMhm, is it wrong to see my future wife?â the word wife rolling off his tongue with such delicacy. âNo- you misunderstand- i merely meant thatââ
âWhat are you reading?â he asks, cutting you off and coming even more closer to you, he took the book from your hand and you stood up, feeling vulnerable when you were just sitting.
âA romance novel huh?â he asks and you nod, he would love to go through the content to tease you, but he had no interest in wasting his time, he came here with a purpose.
âDear niece, we are to be wed in a moons time.â he says and you look at him, âUnderstood, Uncle.â his gaze was too intense, so you looked down in submission of a sort.
He felt his cock stir at that, the way your puffy lips were pouty, eyes darted to the ground, like a good obedient and innocent wife.
Oh seven hells how he wanted to ruin you.
And so he would.
You were surprised when Aemond threw the book on the chair before grabbing you by your arms and pushing you in the direction of your bed, he slammed his lips against yours in hunger, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, you were frozen in shock before it finally clicked and you used all your strength to push him off.
âWe-we shouldn't, we are yet to be man and wife.â you breathe heavily, hoping he'd understand but he doesn't. He pushes you down unto the bed before getting on top of you, you panic, âU-uncle- please.â you were scared.
You knew how dishonourable it is to lose your maidenhead before marriage, it will ruin your reputation, it did not matter whether the person who took it was soon to be your husband. It is a sin, and you were extremely protective over it. After all, your grandmother raised you to be protective of it, saying it is a woman's honour that should not be given carelessly.
âP-please uncle! You said we were to be wed in a Moon's time, then you can have me! Please!â you beg and he smirks, âNo can do, niece. No way in seven hells am I waiting that long, not after I have suffered so much because of you.â he says, and before you can say something, he grabs your throat, choking you, âShut the fuck up. I do not want to hear your pleas.â he says meanly before squeezing your neck tight, making you see stars and leaving your head feeling light as the blood supply to your brain was being cut off due to his ministrations.
âP-pl-ple-â you try to choke out, tears welling in your eyes until he finally lets go of your throat, causing you to gasp for air, the air entering your lungs so quickly making it painful.
Aemond takes the dagger from its holder and starts cutting, tearing up your nightgown, the sound of clothes tearing filling the chambers as you pleaded him to get off of you, how your virtue was an important thing to preserve, how embarrassing it would be if you did not bleed on your wedding night, but all of that fell deaf to his ears, his only mission was to fuck you.
Soon enough, you are completely bare, you crossed your arms across your chest to protect your dignity but he pulled them apart, pinning them to your sides, âDo not hide yourself from me.â he said, voice low, emitting a slow growl. You sobbed.
âP-please, I promise I won't resist or hide myself from you- just wait until our wedding night, I am begging-â he shuts you up by pushing his lips against yours, his hands leave yours before he starts undressing himself, undoing the clasps on his clothing, he pulled apart to completely rid himself of his clothes, feeling to suffocated.
He was very fit, lean muscles coating his body, defining and toning his arms, chest and thighs, you felt yourself clench at the sight of him so bare, you were beginning to get aroused.
Aemond leans and places gentle kisses on your face, before trailing down your neck to lick and bite at them, you felt a burning sensation when he bit too hard, causing you to yelp, he pulled back and looked at the bite in satisfaction, which was now drawing blood. You whimpered pathetically.
You didn't like the feeling of ache between your thighs.
Aemond leaned down once again to take one breast into his mouth, suckling on it like a hungry babe, causing you to gasp, your breasts were extra sensitive considering you were near your moons blood, you gripped his hair and tried to pull him away but, he bit down harshly onto to your nipple making you tug harder at his hair for the pain to subside, however the more you tried pulling him off, the harder his bit and latched on, the other hand painfully dug into the flesh of your other breast, nails biting through the skin, so you removed your grip on his hair, and only then did he stop his inflictions of pain on your tits, beginning to suckle at your nipple in a pleasurable way,
Your hand reflexively went to his hair again, but this time instead of trying to pull him, you held him there like that, arching your back when you felt his warm tongue tickle the bud, shoving more of your breast into his mouth, he hummed in satisfaction before he pulled away with a wet pop, to continue the same thing on your other breast.
It was sensual, it was so slow, and you were getting aroused by the minute but your fear of committing a grave sin still plagued your mind.
âA-aemond-â you say his name making him groan and pull away to look at you, âGods, when you say my name like that- it makes me want to ruin you so fucking hard.â he confesses and you gulp, his hands part your thighs, exposing your core to him.
You try to clench them shut in reflex but he holds them apart, visibly drawn by it, you felt the cool air hit your clit making you shiver, he trails his hand down your inner thigh before rubbing small circles there, teasing you.
You whine, the ache beginning to get even more stronger, making you buck your hips, hoping his hand grazes over the sensitive part, but he just chuckles, âGreedy are we? What happened to waiting till marriage?â he mocks you and you fight back the tears of shame, he then presses his fingers right onto your core, parting the flesh and caressing your clit, you twitch at the foreign sensation.
His other hand leaves your thigh as well, and he uses both of his thumbs to hold the flesh covering your core apart before he leans down and sucks on your pearl, making you arch your back in pleasure, his tongue flickers over your bud constantly, sending sparks of pleasure.
You were shocked when he did that, how can someone put their mouth over there?
Your hips start to move on their own, trying to keep up with his rhythm, he groans at your attempts and pulls away, you whine at the lack of warmth, âBe still.â he says and descends onto your clit again, and you try really hard to be still but you couldn't help it, you grip his hair, shoving his face into your cunt to the point he was suffocating but it didn't matter to him, this would be the best way to die according to him.
You feel something creeping up at your core, a itch that keeps plaguing you, a certain type of string tightening constantly as he continued his actions, you were confused until you were snapped out of your own confusion by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hitting your body, causing you to moan loudly into the chambers. Aemond drinks up your release like a dehydrated man before pulling away and looking at your face, he chuckles when he finds you looking confused and dazed, eyes teary, wondering what the feeling was.
âIt's called a peak, my love, was it your first time?â he answers, staring at your face and you tilted your head in confusion.
Women can peak?
You knew how the act is performed, the cock goes into the cunt, and you're supposed to lay there taking it as your husband impregnates you. It was taught to you by your grandmother alicent, it was supposed to hurt, not feel intimate. If you're lucky, you'd get a few kisses on your face and neck.
But what aemond did was so foreign, you didn't know you could experience sexual pleasure like this.
âY-yes, but i- i didn't know.â you blush while saying it, you don't need to finish the sentence before aemond caught on and Aemond almost moaned at the thought that you didn't know anything, that you probably thought that sexual pleasure can only be felt by a man.
Oh how he was going to show you all the ways.
Oh how he was going to corrupt you.
He smirked.
You looked up at him, the tears from the orgasm threatening to fall, and oh gods how that made him want to be extremely cruel, he wanted to ruin you. It set off his blood thirst, something he would only feel while fighting during battles, when he burnt the riverlands with vhagar, when he took the life of his own uncle, when he slaughtered the strong house watching as the blood coats the ground, the screams of men, women and children alike. He hadn't felt that in a while considering the war was long over.
And so he would.
His eyes trail over to the dagger that laid forgotten on the bed, and he reached out for it, changing his grip and pointing the blade at the direction of your body, you look at him in what seemed like fear but he didn't care, he brought the blade down gently, and then pressed it against your skin, piercing through the skin. You winced at the burning sensation, he removed the blade and watched as beads of blood poured out, he leaned down and licked it all up, the iron tasting sweet to him.
You whimpered in pain, feeling the twinge, when the wound was met with his saliva, causing an even more burning sensation to plague at your skin.
He pulled back and watched as the blood smeared onto the surrounding skin, the wound already trying to close up. He looked at your pained expression and decided that he wouldn't be that cruel and scar your body as much as he would've loved to since it was your first time with him, he needed to leave a good impression after all. When you're truly his wife, he'd ruin so much.
He watched as the tears fell down your face, he licked them up before pressing gentle kisses to your eyes. âShh.. It's okay, I won't do more.â he says and you whimper, trusting him.
He pulls back and grabs his hard leaking cock. The tip all flushed pink, it looked so painful.
It was painful, he was so fucking hard the entire time, he was trying to savour everything before he fully went in, but he realised he had no such patience for that.
He lined it against your cunt, and slid his cock up and down, coating him in your juice before he caught the tight hole which wouldn't open at all, and he realised he needed to prepare more for you to be able to take him.
So he replaced his cock with his fingers, shoving one inside you slowly, feeling all the ridges of your inner walls, wishing it was his cock that was inside you.
He started pumping in and out, curling his fingers from time to time to graze over the rough part located inside you, and you felt your stomach tightening again, and before you could reach your peak, Aemond pulled his fingers out. âH-huh?â you looked at him confused and he smiled meanly before shoving his fingers once again, and making you come to the edge but never topple over it, pulling out every time you were so close. It made you frustrated.
He decided you were relaxed enough to take his cock, so he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing the tip inside, making you grip your bedsheets underneath tightly.
He wanted to go slow, let you adjust to him, but it was way too much, he finally got to be inside you after what felt like way too long, these past few years he always dreamt of this moment, so he lost control and slammed himself fully inside you cruelly, pushing to the hilt, making you scream in pain, which he shushed you by cooing you and caressing your cheek.
Your legs twitched visibly, he pulled back, thinking he was taking his cock out, you relaxed but then he slammed into you, causing you yelp and then he started pulling and pushing over and over again, the pace messy at the first because your walls were still trying to adjust to him, sometimes even pushing him out.
But then as the continued thrusting, the pain slowly went away and you felt pleasure beginning to rise, causing you to relax around, and he moaned in pleasure when he felt you loosen up around him, not holding his cock in a tight grip that made it impossible to move without hurting you.
He fastened his pace, unable to hold himself back, he fucked into you brutally, breaking your maidenhead, he watched the sight of your maiden blood coating his dick leaking onto the white sheets below, and he moaned your name.
The chamber was filled with lewd noises, wet slapping sounds as his hips rammed against yours, his balls slapping at your ass as he thrusted in and out, sweat coating his eyebrow, he was grunting loudly, he wasn't usually a vocal person, but with you? you bought out the worst in him.
He felt his peak beginning to come, but he wanted you to peak first, so his hand went over to your clit and rubbed small circles over it, and the pleasure intensified for you, you peaked extremely hard, wet fluid gushing out of you, all because of the multiple denied orgasms finally catching up to you.
Aemond moaned as he watched your juice coating his cock, and he was reaching his peak too, âFuck- fuck- going to fill you up, with my seed, watching you grow round with my child in your belly.â he babbled and reached his peak, his cock twitching inside you, shooting ropes after ropes of cum, coating your walls.
He didn't pull out, staying inside, making sure his seed didn't spill, he began to soften inside you.
He pulled and held you close to him, before he propped down on your bed, pulling you on top of him, his cock slipping from inside you at that, you laid on top of him, head on his chest as you listened to his fast heartbeat, it was relaxing for an odd reason.
He grabbed the sheets and threw them over both of you, covering you and himself and then slowly drifting off to sleep.
The maid couldn't have picked the worst time to enter the chamber in the morning, she usually entered without knocking since you and her were close, but she gasped when she found you stop aemond cuddled and then noticed the blood on the sheets, it didn't take a genius to figure out what went on, and she quickly reported it to the dowager queen.
Enraged was an understatement. Alicent was extremely disappointed, barging into the room, by then aemond had already put on his breeches and he was confused when he saw her, then he figured it out.
You woke up, gripping the sheets tightly to your chest as you watched your grandmother yell at her son, your uncle.
And just then your father barged in, along with your mother, she quickly rushed over to you to check if you were alright and looked at her younger brother in disappointment.
Aegon had never been angry like that in his life, he went straight for Aemond, tackling him to the ground, trying to hit him, âYou ruined her! Couldn't your ass wait until the wedding? What was it that made you so impatient?â Aegon yelled at his brother, and Aemond dodged every hit Aegon threw his way.
âFucking CUNT!â He was mad, and one of hits finally landed on Aemond, punching him right in the face.
âFather! No! Please.â you yelled, but he didn't listen and that's when you started sobbing loudly, which made him immediately halt and rush over to you. Aemond spit the blood that coated his mouth on the ground and got up.
âMy dear.â Aegon looked at you sadly, noticing all the cruelty Aemond left on your body.
âThe wedding is to be held in a week.â Alicent's voice booms the chambers
âMother you cannot be serious! He-â the king tried to reason with her, but she looked at him with a stern expression and he backed down, he was the king yes, but he knew he would never stand a chance against his own mother.
Aemond simply smirked, accomplishing what he had wanted, Aegon glared at him.
âPlease, I want to be alone.â you say and everyone looks at you, you were extremely tired and you didn't want this hassle.
The matter came to an end like that, you watched everyone leave reluctantly, except Aemond, you looked at Aemond, waiting for him to leave, but instead he sat down next to you and made himself comfortable in your presence.
Aegon grit his teeth, turning around to storm into the room but Alicent and Helaena held him back, and you didn't say anything else, but leaned your head on Aemonds shoulder.
That told everyone what you wanted and they soon left, you allowed yourself to get comfortable in his presence. Slowly falling asleep.
âMy sweet girl.â you heard him coo before the sleep finally pulled you under.
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as a "beginner" dipping g his toes into nonfiction but as someone who otherwise enjoys pretty much any genre (and as such is open to anything, from educational to biographical), what would you recommend?
Oh, that's vast! You are forcing me to cast a wide net and give a thousand suggestions... I'm going to limit myself to 3 ideas per category so I don't go overboard.
Nature / environment: Carl Safina's Beyond Words: What Animals Think and Feel; Paul Kingsnorth's Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist and Other Essays; Robin Wall Kimmerer's Gathering Moss
Science / medicine: Holly Tucker's Blood Work: A Tale of Medicine and Murder in the Scientific Revolution, Richard Preston's The Hot Zone, Paul Lockhart's A Mathematician's Lament (I mostly enjoyed the first part in which he rants about the current state of maths education and says maths deserves better) or Carl Sagan's Cosmos (if I write "or" between two book recs it only counts as one)
Language: I liked Arika Okrent's In the Land of Invented Languages so much that I won't even nominate anyone else in this category. ... But I'll make up for it by allowing myself additional titles in the next one:
Politics / society / culture: Jodi Kantor's She Said, Frederik & Bastian Obermayer's The Panama Papers, Caroline Criado-PĂŠrez's Invisible Women, Patrick Keefe's Empire of Pain, Michael Meyer's The Last Days of Old Beijing, Barbara Demick's Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea
History: I'm realising that everything that comes to mind is horribly bleak: Jack London's The People of the Abyss, Timothy Egan's The Worst Hard Time, Svetlana Alexievich's Voices from Chernobyl... I've read some fun historical nonfiction in French but right now the only thing I can think of in English that's not depressing is Matthew Goodman's The Sun and the Moon, the subtitle of which is: The Remarkable True Account of Hoaxers, Showmen, Dueling Journalists, and Lunar Man-Bats in Nineteenth-Century New York.
About literature: WisĹawa Szymborska's Nonrequired Reading, Alexandra Johnson's The Hidden Writer: Diaries and the Creative Life, Alberto Manguel's The Library at Night.
(I was going to include a philosophy section but I realised I p much exclusively read philosophy in French or Spanish, and it's usually recent stuff that's not been translated... But if you've never read philosophy I recommend Jostein Gaarder's Sophie's World, it's a novel about the history of philosophy so it straddles the line between fiction and nonfiction)
Biographies / memoirs: that's the majority of the nonfiction I read so it could be a whole post, but some I've really enjoyed are: Beryl Markham's West with the Night; Gerald Durrell's My Family & Other Animals; Fatema Mernissi's Dreams of Trespass, Ryszard KapuĹciĹski's Travels with Herodotus, Mary S. Lovell's The Sisters (about the six Mitford sisters; if you enjoy it I'd recommend reading their correspondence nextâCharlotte Mosley's "The Mitfords: Letters Between Six Sisters")
Miscellaneous: Emmanuel Carrère's The Adversary; Alexandra Horowitz's On Looking. Currently I'm reading Joan Druett's Island of the Lost because it's nice to relativise your own problems in life by reminding yourself that at least you're not stuck on a subantarctic island having to bludgeon sea lions and eat your own crewmates for survival.
#ask#book recs#i don't like to recommend books that i've read in languages other than english for an english-language rec list because#i don't know if the text i'm recommending is as good as the one i've read...#but this means discarding 2/3rds of my potential recs from the start#but then i see that my list already has 30 titles somehow and i realise that constraints are good for me
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Still Life and Nude Surprises
Summary: you need to prep for an art show and sign up for a class for extra practice. the model youâre assigned however turns out to be someone you know very well.
Pairing: best friend!Felix x fab!reader
Genre: friends to lovers au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: nude modeling, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mention of overstimulation, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, implied multiple rounds
Notes: another fic from when I was feral sorry not sorry lol this was fun to write though and itâs Felix soâŚ. lol
If you enjoyed please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated âĄ
Divider by @cafekitsune
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. Šmoonchild9350 (2024)
"Hold still!"
You chastised the blonde who was at the moment wiggling around in his seat, his eyes focused on his computer screen as he blasted god knows what on the latest game he acquired.
"Y/n! Lemme just finish this round, then I'll do anything you say," he responded as he showed off his biggest pouty face.
You sighed, not being able to say no to that face. Felix smiled and went back to his game, his fingers tap tapping on the keyboard.
Felix is your best friend, he has been since you were neighbors as a kid. You've done everything together, from attending dances as each others dates, sleepovers as kids, endure heartbreaks, and even live within the same building as adults.
You couldn't live without him, your relationship going beyond your wildest dreams.
Now, you were trying to sketch your best friend as you were trying to improve your still life skills, preparing for an art show that you had signed up for. Everything was going well until he received a text from a gamer buddy, wanting to go for a round on a new game he recently started.
You set your sketch pad down and watched your friend as he scrunched his face in concentration, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he shot down enemy after enemy. It was pretty humorous to watch, as everytime he missed his target he'd scream "noooo!" before concentrating once more.
You knew it was a lost cause, understanding once he started gaming, it would be hours until he would stop. You gathered up your stuff, packing it into your bag.
You got up and walked over to Felix, ruffling up his hair, obscuring his view of the computer screen.
"Y/n!" he exclaimed as he blew his hair out of his face, the strands framing his face haphazardly as a result.
"I'm gonna go home, it's getting late. I"ll see you later ok?"
Felix took a chance and looked away from the screen to you, "I'm sorry, I'm a horrible model."
You chuckled and slapped his arm, the boy yelping at the sting. "No you're not, you just get distracted easily."
You continued to laugh as you walked to his door, listening to Felix mutter under his breath something along the lines of "that's not true."
Closing his door, you walked the few doors down to your apartment, dropping your bag on the hallway table. You really did want to practice your skills as the show was getting closer day by day and you were banking on using Felix to start.
You grabbed your laptop and plopped on the couch, propping your feet on the table in front of you. Opening up the search engine, you began to look for classes that you could attend to help you practice.
You came across a particularly promising site, the company offering a variety of classes from group sessions to private ones. You clicked on the private session info bar, as the prospect of it just being you and the model seemed appealing.
You noticed they offered private nude modeling sessions as well, your eyebrow raising in interest. This would be the perfect opportunity to study the human body and to improve your skills on drawing it.
The company had a few sessions open over the next few days which would be perfect as you were free. You clicked on the time slot for tomorrow's private session, your mind running over the pros and cons.
You've never sketched anyone nude, the prospect seeming a little embarrassing to you, but how would you get better if you didn't step out of your comfort zone? Plus, these models were trained for this, and it was with a reputable company.
The cost of the class wasn't much either, definitely within your budget. You filled in your information, whatever they asked for. Once done, your hand hovered over the book button, as you considered what to do.
"Fuck it," you said, bringing your finger down to press book.
A confirmation page popped up saying your session was successfully booked and they'd see you tomorrow. You let out a breath and closed your laptop.
This was really going to happen. You wondered if you'd have a male or female model, noticing there was no option to choose. Shaking your head, you decided not to think about the session until the time came, opting to go in with a fresh and unbiased mind.
You went about the rest of your night, prepping everything you would need for tomorrow. Settling into bed you pulled the covers up to your chin.
You were ready for tomorrow and whatever it were to bring.
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It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the weather warm but not too hot. The walk to the art studio wasn't too far away, the building being within walking distance.
You were giddy with excitement, your anxieties gone about the details of the session. You texted Felix to let him know you would be occupied today and would be over later on. He didn't mind as he apparently had something to do as well.
You approached a chic building, the outer walls appearing old yet charming to fit the town. You opened the door and walked in, met with the scent only an art studio can provide, from the scents of paints to fresh canvases. The scent of coffee drifted in the air as well, as there was a fresh pot that seemed to have been brewed in the corner of the reception area.
You approached the front desk, greeting the worker behind it.
"Hi, my name is y/n, I'm booked for a private session at 10:30?"
The lady looked in a book on the desk, her manicured fingers running down the page to the appointed time. She tapped her fingers on the page, finding your name as expected.
"We have you all set, would you like to pay now?"
You nodded and pulled out your card. She took care of the payment and then smiled.
"Have a seat, someone will be with you shortly to take you to the studio."
"Thank you," you said, walking towards a comfy looking chair in the corner.
You sat down, cradling your bag to your side. The atmosphere was quiet, the occasional sound of chatter meeting your ears. You watched as people walked to and from, their focus on getting to their destination.
Not long after sitting down, a young woman appeared calling your name. You hurriedly grabbed your bag and walked towards her.
"Ready?" she asked with a smile.
"Absolutely," you responded as you followed the lady down the hall.
She stopped at a door, the placard reading studio eight. It was more secluded than the other studios, the room being near the back of the hall. The lady opened the door and stepped in, you following right behind her.
As you crossed the threshold, you took in the surroundings of the room. It wasn't too small but not too big. The walls were covered with sketches and paintings, portraying various body types. Each painting was beautiful, the artist capturing the details of the human body in intricate detail.
There was a ceiling to floor mirror along one wall, the whole room visible in its reflection. In the center of the room, there was a chair next to a series of boxes, linen draped over it to make a makeshift bed. You eyed the stool next to an easel, which you assumed is where you would be sitting.
"So, this is where your session will take place. You have this space for four hours. If you need assistance of any sort, just press this button here and one of the staff members will assist you."
You followed her hand as she pointed to a blue button next to the door. You nodded and faced the lady again, waiting for her to continue.
"You have opted for a nude model for your session correct?"
"Yes, I have," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush at her question.
"They will enter after I leave. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can ask them to robe again, they will not mind. I think that's all. Any questions?"
You shook your head no, as everything was pretty straight forward.
"Great! Go ahead and get settled, your model will be in shortly!"
You thanked the lady and walked over to the easel. Setting your bag down, you began to pull out your sketch book and various pencils, setting them up accordingly. You sat on the stool, crossing your legs as you waited for your model to arrive.
It didn't take long until a different door than you came in opened, a person stepping in within the room. It was a flurry of movement as they walked into the room with their head down.
"Sorry, I'm a little late," the person said in a deep voice.
Wait...you knew that voice. Shocked, your head snapped up to look more closely at the person. You couldn't believe it, that person was...
"Y/n?!"
"Felix?!"
Your model was Felix? Your best friend? What the fuck?!
You were confused and shocked. Felix seemed to be as well as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.
You eyed your friend who was prepped in a white robe, the material seeming soft and cozy on his skin. His long hair was in a ponytail, framed away from his face, his numerous freckles on display.
"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief.
"I could ask you the same thing," Felix responded as he came closer to you.
"I uh...I signed up for a class to work on my skills since you know..." you said, your voice trailing off at the end.
The atmosphere was tense, neither one of you knowing what to do. You never expected to see your best friend here, especially since he never mentioned he modeled for an art studio...nude at that.
Felix nodded at your response, "I work here as a side gig...make some extra cash you know?"
You nodded, accepting his answer.
"Why did you never tell me you did this?" you inquired, curiosity getting the best of you.
Felix fiddled with the strap of his robe, his gaze anywhere but yours. After a moment he cleared his throat.
"Well, I thought you'd find it weird. I mean I'm naked in front of people and they draw me in the nude. How would I bring that up with you?"
He had a point. That would definitely make for an interesting conversation. Now the question becomes do you go on with the session? Sketch your best friend nude? You could make him keep the robe on.
"Do you...do you still want to proceed with this?" Felix asked, his hands gesturing toward the makeshift bed in the center of the room.
"I'm ok if you are," you said shrugging.
Felix cleared his throat, surprised at your answer. Recovering quickly, he said, "Of course."
You nodded and watched as he padded toward the bed, stopping in front of it for a moment. His hands went to the strap of his robe, his fingers fiddling with the knot before he stopped.
"You ok with sketching me nude?"
"Yes Lix, I've seen you naked before."
You really have and with years of being best friends, it was bound to happen.
Felix nodded before he grasped the strap again, this time untying the knot.
You watched as the knot fell away, the straps now dangling at his side. He brought his hands up, to grab the soft material and slide it off his shoulders. With a flurry of movement, he let the robe fall, the fabric pooling at his feet.
You gasped, your eyes glued to your best friend as he stood in the center of the room, his back to you. Taking the chance, your eyes roamed his back, taking in his muscular frame, down to his lithe waist, which you've always admired. You smirked at seeing his ass wanting to reach out and smack it.
Felix took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face you. You watched with bated breath as he now stood facing you, his eyes on yours.
Your eyes drifted down his torso, eyeing his nipples, the pinkish-brown buds perky in the cold room. You eyed him further down, down, down until you came to his pelvis, a happy trail of hair leading down to his cock.
You subconsciously licked your lips, your eyes glued to his soft cock lying amongst a smattering of hair, his balls hanging nice and delicate. You couldn't help but admire his cock, wondering how it would feel in your hands, how it would feel...
"Earth to y/n! My eyes are up here pervert!" Felix exclaimed while snapping his fingers to get your attention.
You snapped your eyes up to his face, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You definitely were just checking out your best friend, the feeling in your panties a little more wet than when you came in.
You cleared your throat and gestured toward the bed, "Umm, wanna get started?"
Felix nodded, "How do you want me?"
"You can just lounge on the bed for now."
Felix nodded again and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up to rest on the linens. You walked over to your best friend and stopped in front of him, your hands reached out. You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes asking silent permission to touch him.
"Go ahead, position me how you want," Felix chuckled.
You took his hand in yours and draped it across his face, his fingers dangling delicately on the side of his cheeks. You angled his head to look toward where you would be sitting. You looked at his legs, taking a breath before propping one of his legs up.
Once finished, you quickly took a step back, eyeing your work. Satisfied, you sat down on your stool and grabbed your sketch book.
You picked up a pencil and began to sketch, easily getting lost in your work. You looked up at Felix every now and then, to get some details solidified in your head before you translated it onto paper.
It was silent in the room, neither one of you speaking. It was not as awkward as you thought it would be, but rather comforting.
Time passed and you got more of your sketch done, the outline being nearly complete.
Felix was staring at you, watching your hands dance across the page, sketching his frame. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, admiring how you got lost in your work, that not even your best friend posing naked for you can distract you.
He loved how you let out a small smile when you got a detail just right or how you scrunched up your face and bit your lip when something did not seem right.
You were beautiful, that he couldn't deny and you were even more beautiful in this moment, sitting on a stool in an art studio underneath the dim lights.
Felix started to feel warm, despite laying right under the air conditioner, the feeling spreading down his belly and settling at his cock. He could feel the blood slowly fill out his cock, the appendage slightly harder than before, laying haphazardly against his pelvis.
He willed himself to breath, to cool down, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him. He could never live that down. He tried to look everywhere but your face, especially when your head was down. But to no avail, the feeling increased, his cock twitching slightly in response.
You looked up at your friend to get another look at his torso for shading the area on your sketch, but froze at what you saw. Felix seemed to be in turmoil, his breath shaky, his eyes darting everywhere around the room.
Your eyes traveled to his cock, noticing how it seemed to have hardened some since you last took a look at him. You thought you would feel embarrassed, however, you felt quite the opposite.
You lingered on his cock a little longer, a a pleasurable shock traveling down your body and straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together in response, feeling your slick slowly seep into your panties.
You cleared your throat and went back to your sketch, not wanting Felix to catch you staring, not let him know that you were aware he was hard while you sketched him.
Felix was turned on, that was the brunt of it. He tried to stop his reaction to you, but he just couldn't do it. He felt his cock hardened until it stood fully at attention, the tip pressing up against his pelvis.
It was torture laying there, only a few feet away from you, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt. He wanted to touch himself, relieve the ache, and maybe just maybe you could help him out too.
He watched as you lifted your head up once more, gasping at the state of him.
You were in shock, noticing now that Felix's cock was fully hard, the member seeming angry and red at the lack of attention it received. You could see something shiny glistening on the hairs littering his pelvis. You watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip, the liquid dripping down his shaft until it reached the hairs, getting caught in the thickness.
Looking at Felix's face, you could tell he was miserable, as he breathing was shallow and he was clenching and unclenching his hands. You knew he wanted to touch himself to relieve himself of the ache he was feeling.
"Felix?" you questioned, your eyes reaching his. "Do you wanna touch yourself?"
Felix's eyes widened at the question, disbelief written on his face.
"I'm..I'm sorry y/n, I just couldn't help it," he stuttered, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.
"It's ok," you responded with a smile. "You can touch yourself, make yourself feel good. I'll continue to sketch."
Felix stared at you for a moment more before he took his other hand that was at his side and placed it on his chest.
You watched as he gripped his aching cock and gave it a squeeze as he moaned lowly. He shifted his hand upwards, his thumb pressing on his slit before gathering up some of the leaking pre-cum.
He began to stroke his cock, steady but slowly, his fist reaching the base just to travel back up and circle around the head. Felix kept eye contact with you, your sketching forgotten, as you took to watching your best friend pleasure himself.
He increased the speed of his wrist movement, wet sounds from the aid of his precum filling the room. With each moan he let out, you felt your pussy clench over nothing. You were soaking wet, your panties stuck to your skin by now, your clit throbbing to be touched.
"Y/n," Felix said, his voice raspy as he continued to stroke his cock. "Can you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself for me?"
You looked into Felix's pleading eyes, watching as he licked his lips and swallowed. You didn't give a moments thought at your friend's request, instead ridding yourself of your leggings.
You stood before Felix, your fingers going to the band of your panties. You watched Felix's eyes drag to the piece of cloth, his eyes widening at the wet patch present on your panties, the material sticking to your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as the outline of your lips could be seen.
You slowly slid your panties down your legs and set them aside. Felix let out a groan at the sight of your pussy, his cock twitching in his hand.
You sat back down on the stool and spread your legs, your wet folds separating to show him your entrance. He kept his eyes glued to your pussy as you brought a finger to your clit, flicking the bud and the rubbing it gently.
You sighed out as you dipped a finger lower into your hole, gathering your slick that was pooling there before bringing it back to your clit. You circled it gently, applying the slightest pressure, a jolt of pleasure causing your pussy to clench.
Time passed as you both sat there, eyes on each other as you pleasured yourself, the room filled with wet sounds and the mix of both of your moans.
You matched Felix's pace as he stroked his cock, harder and faster, his hips bucking up into his hands. You let out a whimper as you felt the tightening within your belly, the coil tightening, filling your core with warmth.
"Felix, m'close," you moaned as your fingers slipped and slid around your clit, your pussy getting wetter by the minute.
"Yeah? Cum for me? Will you cum for me like a good girl?" Felix cooed. "I'm close too, fuck."
Your breathing increased as the coil expanded in your belly, the feeling getting larger and larger until you tipped over the edge, your walls spasming, clenching down rhythmically as you rode out your high.
You didn't stop rubbing your clit, watching as Felix let out a groan as he bucked his hips, spurts of cum landing on his belly creating a painting with its pearly white sheen.
You pulled your hand away, the feeling of overstimulation settling in. You looked at your best friend, both of you breathing hard as you came down from your highs.
You chuckled as you noticed Felix was pretty much in the same position you put him in, his resolve at staying true to his role admirable.
"You um...you can keep sketching if you'd like," Felix said, his voice soft with uncertainty.
"We literally just got off together and you want me to continue sketching?" you asked incredulously as you cocked your eyebrow.
Felix cleared his throat, his body slighly shifting on the makeshift bed causing his softened cock to jiggle.
"Well...yeah, you paid and all..."
You stared at your best friend in disbelief. You hated that he had a point, you did pay a pretty sum to be here today. But here you were, nude from the waist down, your nether region a mess. You sighed and picked up your pencil, moving your hand to start sketching again.
There was silence once more as you got into the zone, focusing on shading in your sketch. You began to hum to yourself, adjusting yourself sligthly on the stool.
Felix returned to staring at you, watching you get lost in your work. He tried not to remember that you were naked waist down, your pussy seconds away from being on display if you decided to open your legs.
The thought caused arousal to seep through his body once more. He cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch. Why does he have to be turned on by you? He's never had this reaction before for any other client.
Maybe it was because they were strangers, people he didn't know, while you were his best friend, his life line.
He couldn't help it as his thoughts wandered, wondering how you would feel wrapped around him. He wondered how you would sound as he pounded into you, making you feel better than any of your little flings ever could.
He peeked down to look at his lower half as he silently groaned noticing his cock was fully hardened, resting against his belly once more.
You looked up to gather reference and noticed Felix's cock was hard, more of his precum leaking out and onto his belly. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight as your tongue darted out and licked your lips.
"Fuck this," you said, tossing your sketch book to the side.
You stood up and walked towards Felix, lifting your shirt up and over your head in the process. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor, your tits spilling out and on view for your friend.
Felix scrambled up quickly and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward him until you stood right in front of his face. He grasped your waist and smashed his lips to yours, letting out a moan as your lips moved with his.
Your hand reached down to grasp his cock, giving it a squeeze. Felix moaned against your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
"Can I fuck you y/n?" Felix asked with hope in his eyes.
You've both come this far, why stop now you thought.
"Sure," you agreed as more arousal gushed out of your pussy and onto your thighs at the thought of his cock filling you up.
Felix helped maneuver you onto the makeshift bed as he hovered above you. He spread your legs and pushed them upwards, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy, your slick coating your folds and dripping down your ass.
He brought his thumb down to press against your swollen clit that was peeking through your folds. You let out a whine at the sensation, your pussy clenching around nothing.
"I've waited for this moment for a long time y/n," Felix said, his eyes lifting up to your face.
"Me too," you confessed, your heart swelling at the thought that you both have liked each other probably for years.
He really was your person, your everything, and you would love nothing more than to give yourself fully to him.
Felix smiled down at you before swiping his finger over your clit again, watching as you wiggled your hips at his touch.
"I'm gonna give you my cock now," he grunted, grasping the appendage at the base.
He rubbed his cock through your folds, collecting your slick before pressing against your entrance, his eyes glued to how his head disappeared within your hole.
You mewled as he withdrew his cock just to press into your entrance again as he fucked you with just the tip.
"Felix, please," you whimpered, holding your legs open even more.
"Want my cock hm?" Felix asked, his eyes on yours. He watched as your mouth hung open, soft moans falling out as he teased you, spreading your folds open with just his head.
He was faring no better as he felt a shutter run through him, every time he sunk his tip within your warmth.
"Fuck me," you commanded, your eyes snapping open and staring Felix down.
You reached for his cock, your hand wrapping around the shaft. You wiggled your hips attempting to take more of his cock, ignoring how Felix was laughing at you.
"Ok, ok, don't get your panties in a twist," Felix chuckled. "Oh wait, you lost those hours ago, so desperate for my cock y/n."
Without any other warning, he slammed his hips into yours with a groan, sinking his length within your walls until bottomed out.
"Fuck, so warm and tight," he grunted as he began to thrust his hips into yours, withdrawing his cock just until he was all the way out and pushing back in.
You pussy clenched around him, the feeling of his cock stretching you out causing waves of pleasure to settle in your pelvis.
Felix grasped your legs, pushing them further to your chest as he pummeled his hips to yours, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how your walls molded around his cock perfectly, like you were made for him.
His moans mingled with yours, as you both chased your highs. Felix licked his fingers and brought them back down to your clit, the digits slipping and sliding along the nub, causing shocks of pleasure to wreck your frame.
"Shit, I'm close, gonna cum. Can I come inside?" Felix panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Please, need your cum!" you whimpered as your pussy contracted at the thought of his cum within you.
Felix slammed his hips into yours once more before stilling, ropes of his cum flooding your walls.
"That's it, take my cum," Felix cooed as he continued to finger your clit.
You let out a loud moan as you came, your arousal seeping out of your pussy, coating Felix's cock as he thrusted his hips into yours a few more times to help you ride out your high.
Felix peered down at you, his eyes searching yours as you panted, your hands running down your body. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, his eyes glued to how his cum leaked out of your pussy, a smile gracing his face.
He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips once more as he whispered "I love you."
You carded your fingers through his hair, eagerly returning the kiss.
"And I love you Felix," you cooed.
You both laid there a little longer, exchanging soft kisses, neither one of you in a rush to move.
After a while, Felix perked up, mischief in his eyes.
"Wanna keep sketching? You still have another hour."
You smirked at the suggestion, knowing exactly where it will lead, and that was definitely ok with you.
"Sure thing, let's go for another round," you teased with a grin.
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Helloooo! I'm Eraena, a college student who loves to write! Here's the masterlist of my works! (Aemond Targaryen, Feyd Rautha, Rafe Cameron, and Aegon Targaryen)
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U.N.I. Aemond Targaryen X Reader đď¸ Synopsis: Where one of the sons of your motherâs estranged best friend attends the same university as you, and did I mention you were the reason why he lost his eye?Â
From The Underworld and Beneath Aemond Targaryen x Reader đď¸ đ¤ Synopsis: You, the Goddess of Spring, were captured by the King of the Underworld, who was intent on keeping you there.
My Knight in Darkened Armor Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader đ đ¤ Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.
A Bastard's Bride, A Dragon's Desire Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader đ Synopsis: They have betrothed you to Jacaerys as a way of securing a line to the throne if they fail in usurping your half-sisterâs crown. Your older brother Aemond was livid at the decision.
Flipped Aemond Targaryen X Reader đď¸ đ¤ Synopsis: You had been infatuated with Aemond since you two were children. You could not remember a day when you did not feel anything but adoration for himâ not until recently. When something in you turned indifferent, it did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who had never been a fan of change.Â
Stereotypical Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite đď¸ Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Aresâ the second coming of their parents.Â
One More Night Aemond Targaryen X Reader đď¸ Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go.Â
The Prince and the Poet Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader đ Synopsis: It is established that Prince Aemond hates poems and sonnets; it was just a pity that you adored them.Â
Jealousy, Jealousy Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite đď¸ Synopsis: Itâs frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.
Most Ardently Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader đ Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen had accompanied his younger brother to Highgarden in hopes of securing Daeron a wifeâ he did not expect he would want to secure a wife for himself as well.Â
The Prince's Prize Aemond Targaryen X Riverlady Reader đ Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophyâ his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.
But Daddy, I Love Him Aemond Targaryen X Niece Reader đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen.Â
Gold Rush Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I donât like a gold rush.
Desperate Requirement Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader đď¸ Synopsis: Itâs hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.
Mine Aemond Targaryen x Wife Reader đ đ Synopsis: You are the best thing that has ever been Aemondâs, which is why you cannot really blame him for being so possessive and cautious not to lose you.Â
Loathe to Love Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.
King of My Heart King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader đ đ Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy⌠how would you and your husband fare to them all?
Bound By Blood Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: They can no longer hinder Aemond from taking whatever he wants, and you are the only one he desperately wants.Â
Tea Party Aemond Targaryen x Stark Reader đ Synopsis: Aemond convinces you to let Helaena join your groupâs exclusive tea party, using any means necessary just for you to agree.Â
Please Please Please Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader đSynopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my egoâs another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.
Unexpected Affections Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader đ đ Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince.Â
Blessed Curse Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader đ đ Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?
Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne.Â
Silent Passions Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader đ đ Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence.Â
Virginal Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader đ đ Synopsis: Prince Aemond sets out to find a whore to warm his bed; he finds a virgin instead.Â
Worth The Price Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: Aemond does everything to prove that he is worthy of youâ even if it means that he would be a kinslayer twice.
Birthday Present Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader đ¤ đ Synopsis: During a state visit, you, a daughter of one of the great houses, have captured the attention and fatal attraction of the Na-Baron and were quickly turned into his promised wife.Â
Bittersweet Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader đ Synopsis: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.
Casual Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side.Â
Still Casual? Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You promised yourself that youâre never going to settle for casual ever againâ promised yourself you would never be another casualty of Rafe Cameron.Â
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Rafe Cameron x Reader đ Synopsis: Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.
Imgonnagetyouback Rafe Cameron x Reader đ¤đ Synopsis: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup.Â
So High School Rafe Cameron x Reader đ¤ Synopsis: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle
Please, Please, Please (Rafe's Edition) Rafe Cameron x Reader đ Synopsis: Being with Rafe, a notorious hotheaded drug dealer, you knew others would question your relationshipâ especially your parents, who had never been fond of him. But when his habits had been too much to handle, you knew that you would prefer heartbreak to a broken ego.Â
Trouble Maker, Stress Reliever Aegon Targaryen X Reader đď¸ Synopsis: Youâre a prefect tasked with taming Aegonâs unruly behavior. Strained by your task, he offers you a way to relieve the stress he caused.
Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen đ đ¤ đ Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne.Â
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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader
[Chapter 27] || [Chapter 29]
Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions! Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Just a cute little moment
Chapter 28: How in the-
The trip with John was short but sweet. A full weekend together, away from everythingâŚ
Followed by 4 whole weeks alone. Not that you minded the extra piece and quiet.
You were normally kept at a distance from the boys and their line of work. Arms length, not because they donât trust you, but because just like Simon learned to drop Ghost at the door, the rest drop work at the door too.
The closest thing you get to âworkâ is funny anecdotes that can even make you laugh, OR soft, whispered, retelling of memories as your hands snake over their rough skins, fingers grazing the scars that those memories left behind.
Today was a first. In a lot of ways.
The boys showed up at your flat at 3 A.M. after spending a whole month out of Hereford and in God knows where.
You had opened the door very wearily to the sight of the four of them, not even having changed out of their tactical gear, looking like they had been through hell.
Kyle was walking with a limp and a groan, his back stiff and an inability to properly swivel side to side at the hips.
Johnny had gotten his shoulder shot?? Plus his knee was acting up so he was also limping.
John was, also, limping. His back was also stiff and he murmured something about having pulled a muscle.
And Simon? The manâs eyes were surrounded by circles darker than youâd ever seen them, his shoulders slumped. He moved normally, unlike the others. And that concerned you more than anything.
âJesus, what happened?â
âMission mishaps. They happen sometimes, daâlinâ.â John told you soothingly as he attempted to press a kiss to the crown of your head, but wincing when he felt the pain shoot up his spine.
âSounds to me like more than mishaps. Thereâs no way all four of you are injured and it was just a âmishapâ.â You scolded them as you carefully helped them off their gear, multiple men groaning and grunting in pain as the heavy weights were shed from their torsos.
âHave you been checked?â
âYes, we went to medic before coming over-â Kyle told you.
âAnd they let you leave on foot? You look like you all should be on bed rest!â You scolded them.
âAnd thatâs why weâre here.â Johnny added before letting out a groan when you moved his arm, sending pain barreling down his arm.
âHow in the-â You murmured as you noted the patched up bullet wound.
âDonât askâŚâ Kyle muttered under his breath, a whimper of a sound that you had never quite heard from him.
They were like lost puppies⌠Needy for being lulled to sleep by a soft hand caressing them behind the ears after some nasty man kicked them on the street.
So thatâs how you ended up with four injured soldiers in your house. Ghost took the living room couch, leaving the bed for John and Kyle and Johnny.
âDonât get any blood on my bed, Johnny!â You warned him. âIf something happens, you call me.â You had added as you made sure they were as comfortable as can be before you slipped out of the room.
Reaching the living room, it was now well past 4 A.M. Simon was lying there, one leg swung over the back of your couch, and eyes locked on the shower. âYou okay, Simon?â You checked softly.
âFine, sweetheart.â
âDonât look fine to me.â You retorted and sat on the armchair by his head, looking down at him, your hand finding his and caressing it.
He twitched a bit against the pillows, brown eyes fluttering for a moment as he took a deep breath. âMission went tits up. Strained ourselves trying to finish.â
âYou too, then?â You asked him and he nodded. âWhere?â
âEverywhere. Iâm sore all over⌠And I think I have a fever.â He admitted.
âDo you wanna try a shower?â You suggested and he shook his head.
âI donât wanna stand up for that long⌠I get dizzy.â
âAnd a bath?â You added.
ââŚâ Simon didnât answer but he groaned and forced himself to stand up. You helped guide him to the bathroom.
After lowering the stopper and allowing the water to flow into the tub, you looked at Simon. âIâll be outside, okay? Iâll give you privacy.â You told him softly.
Leaning up, you kissed his pale cheek, and turned awayâŚ
Only for him to catch you by the wrist. âStay.â
âWhat?â You asked him, unsure you heard him right.
âStay. Please.â He requested.
âBut⌠you said you didnât-â You trailed off, the memory of his fear of exposing his body to you (or anyone) clear in your mind.
âI know what I said. Just⌠Please.â He insisted.
âOkay.â You replied and nodded, stepping forward again. He reached his arms up, painfully slowly, the same way John and Kyle and Johnny had.
You grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly rolled it up, your eyes finding his scar-riddled torso for the first time. Blotchy skin due to chemical burns here and there, big gashes and smaller cuts spread throughout.
Simon was looking away the whole time as you helped him off his cargos and underwear. The injuries continued down his legs, every inch of him nasty and ugly, only due to how brutal his scars were. In reality, it all made no difference to you.
âYou okay?â You checked on him. He nodded slowly, his eyes screwed shut.
âLetâs get you into the water, okay? Itâll do you good.â You said as you grabbed him by the bicep and helped get him into a seated position inside the tub.
Then, you knelt by his side just as he was grunting in relief, his muscles relaxing in the water.Â
The bathtub that had felt tight with you and Johnny in it months ago, now felt even smaller with Simon Riley in it.Â
Grabbing the sponge, you carefully ran it over his torso and shoulders, wetting the part of him that didnât fit in the bath.
The blond leaned his head back on the wall and opened his eyes, finding you looking at him.
âThank you.â Simon told you in a whisper.
âFor bathing you?â
âFor dating me.â He replied, causing you to smile.
âMy, Simon, you might be sicker than I expected. Whereâs the confidence?â You teased him good-naturely, earning a soft chuckle from him.
âWas never here. Just faking it until I made itâŚâ He admitted and shook his head, letting it lull against the tiles.
âI see, well⌠It worked.â You joked as you kept wetting his body carefully.
âWeâre lucky to have you.â He murmured. âYou didnât have to do this. To put up with us.â
âItâs not putting up if I like you.â You told him. âBesides⌠you take care of me. I take care of you. Mutually beneficial, thatâs what a relationship should be.â
âI donât take care of you because I like you.â Simon whispered, a drowsy look in his tired eyes.
âThen what for?â You asked him. âBecause you want to shag me that bad?â You joked again and winked.
âNo⌠because I love you.â Simon muttered, his lips a bit lazy in the way he said it, clearly too relaxed and tired and groggy to really think straight.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped open, your hands going limp and dropping the sponge. âSimonâŚâ
âYou donât have to say it back.â He said as he rolled his head against the tile wall, side to side. âJust wanted you to know.â
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You and Gojo are happily dating until Gojo grows closer to your new friend. WC. 2k
a/n: I wrote this out of boredom so itâs more of a drabble (áľâá´â) not proofread and short!!
You and Gojo decide to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon together, starting with a visit to your favorite coffee shop. The place has a cozy, inviting atmosphere, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation creating a comforting buzz.
As you wait in line to place your order, you notice a familiar face at a nearby table. Itâs Hana, the new friend you recently made at a local art class. Sheâs sitting alone, engrossed in a book, with a half-empty cup of coffee in front of her.
A smile spreads across your face as you wave to her. âHana! Hey!â
Hana looks up, her eyes lighting up with recognition and delight. âY/N! Hi!â she replies, closing her book and waving you over.
You glance at Gojo, whoâs busy contemplating the menu. âDo you mind if we join my friend for a bit?â you ask him.
He looks up, smiling warmly. âOf course, lead the way.â
You approach Hanaâs table, Gojo following close behind. âHana, this is my boyfriend, satoru. Satoru, this is Hana. We met at that art class I told you about.â
Gojo extends his hand, his usual confident and charming demeanor on full display. âNice to meet you, Hana.â
Hana shakes his hand, smiling brightly. âNice to meet you too, satoru. Y/N has told me so much about you.â
Gojo raises an eyebrow, casting a playful glance your way. âAll good things, I hope.â
You laugh, rolling your eyes. âOf course. Only the best.â
The three of you sit down together, and the conversation flows effortlessly. Hana and Gojo quickly find common ground, discussing everything from books to travel to the latest movies. Youâre happy to see them getting along so well, and the afternoon passes in a blur of laughter and engaging conversation.
At one point, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom. As you walk away, you canât help but glance back and smile at the sight of Gojo and Hana chatting animatedly. You feel a sense of contentment knowing that your boyfriend and your friend are hitting it off.
When you return, Gojo and Hana are laughing about something you missed, their faces lit up with genuine enjoyment. âWhat did I miss?â you ask, slipping back into your seat.
Gojo grins at you. âJust telling Hana about that time we got lost on our road trip and ended up at that quirky little diner.â
Hana chuckles, shaking her head. âSounds like quite an adventure. You two must have so much fun together.â
You nod, feeling a swell of affection for Gojo. âWe do. Heâs always full of surprises.â
As the afternoon turns into early evening, the three of you eventually decide to leave the coffee shop. Hana has other plans, so you part ways with promises to meet up again soon.
Walking back to your car, you feel Gojoâs arm drape around your shoulders. âHanaâs great,â he says, genuinely impressed. âI can see why you two get along so well.â
You smile up at him. âIâm glad you like her. Itâs nice to have friends who get along with my boyfriend.â
He gives you a squeeze, his expression softening. âAnything that makes you happy makes me happy.â
You lean into him, feeling a sense of contentment and security. Little did you know that this simple meeting would set off a chain of events that would eventually test the strength of your relationship. For now, youâre just grateful to have spent another wonderful day with the person you love.
The initial delight of Hana and Gojo's instant friendship has started to wear thin for you. What once seemed like an innocuous bond now feels like an ever-growing chasm between you and Gojo. You find yourself spending more evenings alone, as Gojo increasingly makes plans with Hana.
Itâs another Friday night, and youâre sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Gojo had promised you a movie night, but heâs late. Again. You glance at the clock, feeling the familiar knot of disappointment in your stomach.
The door finally opens, and Gojo walks in, looking carefree and cheerful. âHey, sorry Iâm late,â he says, not meeting your eyes as he kicks off his shoes. âHana wanted to check out this new cafĂŠ, and we lost track of time.â
You force a smile, trying to hide your frustration. âItâs okay. Did you have fun?â
He nods enthusiastically, sitting down next to you. âYeah, it was great. You should come next time!â
You sigh inwardly, knowing that heâs said this before but never actually made it happen. âSure,â you reply, trying to keep the conversation light. âWhat about our movie night?â
Gojoâs face falls slightly, as if heâd forgotten. âOh, right. We can still watch something now if you want.â
You shake your head, the disappointment evident in your voice. âItâs late, Satoru. Iâm actually kind of tired.â
He frowns, sensing the tension but not understanding its depth. âOkay, weâll do it another night then.â
The weeks continue in a similar fashion. Gojo spends more and more time with Hana, and despite his attempts to include you, it never quite works out. You try to communicate your feelings, but every time you bring it up, he brushes it off, assuring you that youâre overthinking things.
Tonight, youâre determined to have a good time. You dress up, hoping to remind Gojo of what you share. The party is in full swing when you arrive, music blasting and people chatting animatedly. You stick close to Gojo at first, but soon heâs drawn away by Hana.
You watch them from across the room, your heart sinking as they laugh together, seemingly lost in their own world. You try to join the conversation, but they seem to share a connection that makes you feel like an outsider.
Eventually, you decide to give them space, hoping that mingling with other friends will lift your spirits. But as the night goes on, you canât shake the uneasy feeling. Your eyes constantly drift back to Gojo and Hana.
Near midnight, you decide to find Gojo and suggest heading home. As you make your way through the crowded house, you freeze at the sight of them in the corner. Gojo leans in, his lips meeting Hanaâs in a kiss thatâs all too intimate.
Your heart shatters. The room seems to close in on you, and the noise fades into a dull roar. You feel a mix of anger, hurt, and betrayal as you watch the person you love with someone else.
Gathering your courage, you step forward. âSatoru!â you call out, your voice trembling.
He pulls back abruptly, his eyes widening in shock and guilt as he sees you. âY/N, itâs not what it looks like,â he starts, but the hurt in your eyes stops him.
Hana looks horrified, realizing the gravity of what just happened. âY/N, Iâm so sorry,â she says, but you canât bear to hear it.
Tears stream down your face as you turn and push through the crowd, desperate to get away. Gojo follows you, calling your name, but you donât stop until youâre outside, the cool night air hitting your face.
âY/N, please,â Gojo pleads, catching up to you. âLet me explain.â
You spin around, the pain and anger boiling over. âExplain what, Satoru? That you kissed my friend? That you made me feel like Iâm not enough?â
He looks stricken, his usually confident demeanor shattered. âIâve been an idiot. I got too close to Hana and I let it get out of hand. But I love you, Y/N. Youâre the one I want to be with.â
You shake your head, your voice breaking. âHow can I believe that after everything? How am I supposed to trust you again?â
Gojo steps closer, his eyes filled with desperation. âIâll do anything to make this right. Iâll cut ties with Hana if thatâs what it takes. Just please, give me a chance to fix this.â
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. âYou think that will fix what youâve done?â
Gojo looks down, his voice trembling. âI... Iâm sorryââ
âThat wonât fix what youâve done, Satoru.â You breathe out, your voice shaky with emotion. âYou threw away our relationship like it was nothing.â
His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of fear and regret. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, the pain and anger in your eyes making him flinch. âPlease, Y/N, it wasnât like that. I never meant for any of this to happen. I got caught up, I made a terrible mistake. But I love you. Youâre the one I want.â
You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. âIf you loved me, you wouldnât have kissed her. You wouldnât have neglected me for weeks. Do you have any idea how worthless youâve made me feel?â
Gojoâs face crumples, genuine fear and regret in his eyes. âI know I messed up, but please, donât give up on us. Iâll do anything, just tell me how to fix this.â
You let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh in the quiet night. âThereâs nothing you can do to fix this, Satoru. The trust is gone. Every time I look at you, all Iâll see is you with her. How am I supposed to move past that?â
He steps back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âIâll prove to you that I can change. Iâll make it right, I swear.â
âProve it?â you scoff, the hurt turning into anger. âYou should have been proving it all along, not now when itâs too late. You didnât care about us when you were spending all your time with her. Now youâre scared because youâre losing me.â
Gojoâs eyes widen, tears forming as he realizes the truth in your words. âI am scared. Iâm terrified of losing you. Please, just give me a chance.â
You shake your head, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on you. âI canât, Satoru. I canât keep waiting for you to realize what you have until itâs gone.â
He falls silent, the reality of your words sinking in. He looks lost, broken, and you feel a pang of sympathy, but itâs overshadowed by the pain heâs caused.
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Is dry humping aloud and if it is may I request dry humping Ares while heâs trying to do something like house chores
distracted (with ares)
cw;; nsft, dry humping, stuck in a washing machine
the crazy thing about this is actually that i almost wrote this exact prompt but with thigh fucking a few days ago. it's a little bit silly but I tried my best. won't lie i don't really know how to write dry humping.
you had the day off and usually that meant you and ares would spend the day doing something special. maybe you'd go on a date, do something really romantic, or maybe you'd just spend the day fucking like jackrabbits. but today your coworker had asked to switch shifts last minute so you were home but ares was still diligently at work. today he was doing laundry then cleaning the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. you offered to help but he was pretty particular about how he wanted things done and made it no secret he thought you would get in the way. so you were basically following him around the house like a lost puppy.
he was talking about what you two could do together when he got finished cleaning but you were barely processing a word. you felt like a bad husband because instead of trying to listen to him your eyes were focused on the way his turtleneck clung to his body. his long red hair drew your eyes down his back, red ringlets cascaded over the firm muscles and down to the center of his back. his waist narrowed just a bit before reaching his wide child bearing hips. he was wearing black pants today that perfectly accentuated his pillowy heart shaped ass. further down if you could bare to pry your eyes away from his perfect ass was his thick thighs, thighs that had spent so many nights trying to crush you in their embrace. his pants squeezed into them showing off the way they squished softly before giving way to his firm muscle. he was so beautiful. his body was the perfect amount of strong impressive muscle and the more recent addition of soft fat from living so happily. before his body only really had a little squish mostly in his chest but now he'd grown so soft with love.
you watched as your beautiful wife bent over to reach into the washing machine to pull out your clothes, his soft ass up in the air. you couldn't contain yourself anymore. your hands reached out and gave his ass a nice firm squeeze, your fingers sinking in. ares squeaked in the way he did oh so often when you would get handsy. he tried to lift his head up to look at you but you pressed your hand down against the small of his back. you moved yourself directly behind your lovely wife, your hips lining up with his soft ass.
"wh-what are you.." ares lost his word as your bulge pressed right between his clothed cheeks.
"it looked like you got stuck." you pulled roughly on his hips pressing him further against you.
ares moaned, the sound only slightly muffled by the washing machine. his hands gripped the sides of the opening tightly to prevent himself from actually being pulled out. you placed one hand against the top of the washing machine as your hips rocked forward. ares's body would rock into the machine before you would half heartedly attempt to drag him out. your hips stayed almost glued to his only occasionally thrusting against him.
the sight in front of you was unbelievably sexy, almost like your wife was in a hole in a wall. you could only see everything from his broad shoulders down. his shoulder muscles were flexing with every rocking motion as he tried to keep himself stuck. his ass bounced every time it smacked against your hips. his legs were trembling, thighs burning as he struggled to keep himself up. you let go of his hip to give his jiggling ass a smack which earned you a wet moan. ares was clearly feeling it, his hard cock rubbing against his tight pants until a wet spot formed. the feeling of his ass cupping your bulge had your cock leaking too.
your fingers started to hook into his pants when he suddenly cried out.
"no-!" he did his best to turn his head to look at you. there was hints of tears in his eyes.
"what's wrong honey?" you rubbed your hand along his back.
"wanna go out with you... if we start having sex we won't be able to go on a date." he was clearly pouting.
you finally let go of his body and moved away from him. "sorry... you're just-"
as soon as ares freed himself from the washing machine he threw himself into your arms. "you couldn't resist? it's a little cliche to get stuck in a washing machine but I'll forgive you, honey."
"you're so sexy." you leaned down and gave him a kiss. "my sexy wife got caught in a washing machine."
ares nuzzled against your chest, his finger drawing circles in your skin. "you're so cute... but you should probably just take a shower and wait for me to finish somewhere else. i don't want to be distracted."
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-ËË MASTERLIST ËË-
⨠indicates smut ⥠indicates a series Ⱐindicates a one shot ⯠installment of series but can be read as stand-alone ⟠indicates a drabble ⼠are personal favorites last updated: 9/13/24 helpful links for palestinian aid
Azriel
⥠. âOne Summer⨠(On-going)
One beach house, one festival, one summer to fall in love.
⥠. âAn Education in Malice⨠(On-going)
With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.
⥠. â The Anatomy of Dependence (Coming soon)
You and Azriel are drawn together by an unbreakable bond, encountering obstacles and triumphs across the centuries and finding your way back to each other again and again.
â°. âDeath and His Reaper âĽ
After suffering a devastating injury in battle, Azriel finds himself on the brink of life and death where he meets you, The Mother's reaper.
âŻ. â Back to Our Roots
With the Acheron sisters out of town, you and your family plan for a quiet night inâ just like old times.
â°. âWhere I Left My Lover
After a brush with death, Azriel makes a difficult decision to protect you.
â°. âWhat We Make of What We're Made
When Azriel overhears Feyre's concern about your transition to fae life, he agrees to check on you.
â°. âWhen the Heart is Still Longing âĽ
Azriel thought you were the one. Now, he canât move on
â°. âPretty Little Shadowsinger
Cassian walks in on you dressing Az in one of your dresses.
â°. âAn Evening Reunion
Azriel comes home from a mission. You talk to him about your day, but heâs far more interested in youâand your silk nightgown.
â°. âMemories
While packing some boxes, Azriel is overwhelmed by memories of your relationship.
â°. âWhat Lies Between Us (On-going)
Azriel has spent years trying to escape the ghosts of his past, retiring into a self-imposed exile despite a promising career as a talented detective. When you turn up at his door asking for help on a recent case, his world is disrupted.
â°. âBody Count
Anxious about how your lack of experience compares to Azriel's, you ask him about his body count. Unfortunately for him, he misunderstands the question gravely.
â°. âSafeâ¨
Azriel's night is troubled by a nightmare. He finds a soothing remedy in the arms of his mate.
â°. âWinner
You and Azriel are both sore losers. But when you cheat in a game of cards, winning takes on a whole new meaning.
Cassian
⥠âŻ. âAnd I'm Thinking About Your Lips ⨠âĽ
You and Cassian have been best friends since you were teenagers-- just friends. But one night at Rita's changes everything and now you cant breathe when you're around him and he can't stop imagining how you'd taste. ⯠Part One, ⯠Part Two
âŻ. â A Hobby for Two âĽ
Cassian surprises you with a small gift. You spend the night teaching him how to properly enjoy it.
â°. âA Place For Dying
A mission with Cassian goes terribly wrong.
â°. âWords of Affirmation
Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.
âź. âTender
Cassian cuddles with you when you have a migraine
Rhysand
â°. âInsatiable â¨
There are countless reasons why you and Rhysand donât work⌠but those reasons donât seem so important when youâre tipsy in a bathroom with him inside you.
⥠. â Lights, Camera, Love! (On-going)
Rhysand, Hollywood's hottest heartthrob, has everyone smittenâeveryone except you, his co-star. But when rumors of your feud begin to affect the show's ratings, your producers propose a last-ditch solution: a fake romance to salvage your public image and reignite fan interest.
Lucien Vanserra
⥠. â Hidden Things (Coming soon)
Following a cryptic vision from Elain, Lucien finds himself seeking out an enchanted artifact at your shop in the heart of the Day Court. What he finds instead is a profound connection with youâand a version of himself he believed he had lost.
Eris Vanserra
⥠. â A House of Hunger (Coming soon)
Every Autumn court citizen is hungry for something; beasts starved for influence, desperate for control, ravenous for power. Your tastes are no differentâalbeit a bit specific. It's a deep craving that boils in the pit of your stomach, hot and heavy, all consuming. Youâre hungry for revenge.
â°. âBlessed
Angered by Nesta's actions, the Cauldron turned you into a fae different than your sistersâ a lesser one that resembled more animal than human. Now living in Autumn, Eris shows you a new perspective on yourself.
â°. âOf Our Own Devices
Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother. Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
â°. âHandsome as Life and Poison
Defying your fatherâs sacred command, you wander to the grove where Spring and Autumn blend, only to encounter a sinfully divine figure with glowing amber eyes.
Bat-Boys (Reader x BatBoys)
â°. âWorth It
It can be hard to remember why youâve put up with your best friends for centuries-- until they remind you why they're worth it.
â°. âA Helping Hand
Even most powerful males in Prythian need relationship advice from their best friend.
Mini-Series
⥠. â Mirthroot Mini-Series
Between dodging death and saving Prythian, its always nice to make time and enjoy one of The Mother's greatest creations: mirthroot. Reader x ACOTAR Characters
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Hello, if your requests are still open, you can do Yandere transformers Earthspark Megatron, Soundwave and Starscream x Conjux cybertronian reader who escaped when Megatron joined the Autobots and they both meet again. (Headcannonds and separated)
OoOoOh, interesting! I'll be on my knees and be already APOLOGIZING because I haven't seen 100% the Earthspark series (just started recently!). I'll do my best to do your request! Hope you like it!
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Yandere!TFE Megatron, Soundwave & Starscream with a Conjux!Cybertronian!Reader meeting again.
WARNING: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping (Megatron's part), typical violence from the series and a little bit more, suicidal ideas (Starscream's part).
MEGATRON
You have no idea how Megatron's spark broke in half at how you looked at him after he joined the Autobots.
Many decepticons held hatred and even disgust when they looked at him - but your optics held... disbelief. As if you were seeing someone you used to know but saw them be replaced with someone else.
But Megatron can't bring himself to be angry at you for not following him as his Conjux - he pulled you into the war, made you follow his beliefs and ways, he made you see the horrors of it and by his own servos, too. And then? To turn around after realizing he was doing everything done and join sides with the same bots he swore to kill and attacked for so many years.
Earthspark's Megatron gives me the vibes of being an overprotective and self-aware yandere.
The moment you two meet once again, Megatron at first tries to keep at line that dark need to tackle you and drag you to where you are going to be safe (he has been battling with himself for so many days and nights against those too obsessive ideas of his about keeping you safe, away from the world).
"My love - please, do not run away again." He begs, extending his servo at you. "Come back to me, my Conjux - I'll keep you safe, like I've always done."
If you accept and take his servo, he is going to hold you so close and cry silently, promising you he is not going to hurt you again, he is not going to make you hurt others again.
If you refuse to follow him - he is going to be crying for your forgiveness as he immobilizes you. He can't lose you again. He needs to attend to his sins, to protect you of the consequences of his own actions.
He knows what he is doing is wrong - but he can't help it.
He lost his Conjux once - and he is going to die if he loses you again.
SOUNDWAVE
Soundwave would slowly spiral into becoming a yandere after you were captured by G.H.O.S.T - both of you got to escape after Megatron took side with the Autobots, and managed to remain hidden. One day you two tried to look after energon in differente locations, and sadly, you were ambushed by the Autobots and G.H.O.S.T and taken prisoner.
Soundwave felt your anxiety and fear of being captured. And every single day he felt your sadness and anger towards those who captured you.
Earthspark's Soundwave would be an obsessive yandere that, after spiraling and meeting you again, becomes also destructive.
When he was captured and put inside of a cell, he was just... ready to give up.
"Soundwave?"
His spark felt like it was agonizing and at the same time crying in euphoria as he lifted his helm and... saw you, on the other cell across of his.
In that moment, Soundwave felt such a relief in his spark, he wanted to cry... and also destroy everything.
How dare they keep you inside of a cell? How dare they still keep you both apart from each other after having done that for so much time already?
How dare they. How dare they. Howdaretheyhowdarethey-
Thankfully - you and him get a happy ending, but add a little bit extra of aggressiveness on Soundwave's side whenever he fights, as his anger always comes back at him at remembering how much he missed you.
He is not letting his Conjux get taken away from him again. He is going to kill anyone he tries to do it again.
STARSCREAM
The need to survive skyrockets to the point it makes Starscream's mind and system break.
Imagine being 15 years imprisoned, watching as your once fellow teammates being experimented and also treated badly nearly every single day.
The worst part? You are not there.
On one servo, Starscream is thankful that you are not at the hands of G.H.O.S.T. On the other servo, Starscream is silently spiraling in a sea of anxiety and his spark always beats in agony at not having his Conjux by his side and not knowing where you are or how you are.
Are you still alive? Are you in somewhere safe? Or are you starving to death at the lack of energon? Of maybe you've been already captured and killed while being experimented on? Are you looking for him or left him to die? Oh Primus, please, do not let that be true, please.
Earthspark's Starscream would be a manipulative, possessive yandere - but with the whole PTSD from Megatron's abuse, the situation where he is now and not having you close makes him also become a paranoiac yandere.
And by Primus, he got worse after encountering Megatron after escaping the G.H.O.S.T facility.
But Hashtag's presence and empathy made his sanity remain in place for a moment. She would be a perfect sparkling for you and him to adopt and take care of.
It's Hashtag's treatment that make Starscream keep hope in his spark that you are still out there, and he is going to find you. Still, paranoia keeps eating him alive - and Skywarp and Nova Storm have to make sure he doesn't either kill something or... offlines himself.
Starscream cries the moment you and him meet again when going to help the Malto family against Mandroid. Everything but you disappears in his optics, there is only you - it has always been only you.
Starscream is going to be 24/7 by your side, holding your servo - and if you pay close attention, you can see how his optics dart from here to there, making sure there is no danger that is going to take you away. Or hear him whisper how he is going to... offline you and then himself if its necessary.
You hug Starscream in those moments to bring him back to reality, and he calms down as he hugs you back. Do not let him swim that much in those kind of thoughts - he is not that far on doing what his paranoia tells him to do.
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Spending the Night with Your Yandere Vampire Boyfriend
[Yandere! Vampire x Human! GN Reader]
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You've been with your new boyfriend for a few weeks by now, and things were developing really quickly. Much faster than any of your previous relationships.
Your new boyfriend, whom you playfully call Daddy, recently revealed to you that he's a vampire which was a total shock to you.
Well, maybe you should've caught on when he'd only come around at night when the sun was down, you never saw him eat any food, he seemed to avoid garlic at all costs, and he was super pale... and he had vampire fangs.
A total surprise.
Either way, you weren't too scared when Daddy revealed his "secret" to you.
Daddy is perfect boyfriend, honestly.
Daddy knows all of your likes and dislikes, and even loves all of your hobbies. The two of you share the same interests in books, movies, video games-- everything!
And you better since he spent such a long time following you around, studying your every move. Watching. Waiting.
Daddy is a pure gentleman, always treating you with the upmost respect. He virtually worships the ground you walk on, treating you like you're his precious treasure.
Because you are his. All his. And only his.
Daddy really seemed to walk straight out of a daydream, rescuing you from such a dreary life of working retail and attending boring college classes. He really helped to lift you up, especially after so many of your personal relationships seemed to have tapered off once you'd started college.
He only got rid of those who would try to take you away from him. Honest. He did it all for your relationship.
So when the two of you were on one of your dates at Daddy's house, he suggested that you stay the night (well, the morning). He had some sleep aid that he could give you to help you fall asleep during the day; although, dating a vampire was kind of throwing your sleep schedule out of whack.
At first, you were a little nervous since the two of you hadn't done anything past making out, but with one look at the eager face Daddy had, you melted.
"Sure, Daddy," you smiled.
Daddy's smile stretched out his handsome face, and his vampire fangs even poked out.
He grabbed you by the hand, his cool fingers interlocking with yours, as he led you up the stairs to the bedroom. You've never been up to his bedroom since the two of you almost never made it past the couch, so you were a little excited--
The bedroom door swung open and in the middle of the room was the "bed".
"A c-coffin?" you stuttered, your stomach falling to the floor.
"Of course, Darling," Daddy chuckled, dragging you closer to the coffin. "I'm a vampire after all. What did you think I slept in?"
"A bed...?"
"But then how would I keep the sunlight off me?"
...oh.
The coffin seemed to be standard-sized (you've been to one or two funerals, so they weren't completely unfamiliar to you), and it was lined with a clean, white satin that looked incredibly soft to the touch.
But it was a coffin!
And your frantic human brain couldn't help but associate it with death! Hell no, you weren't getting in that thing!
"Um, Daddy?" you mumbled, uncertainty drenching your small voice. "M-maybe we could rush to my apartment to use my bed and I'll put up some curtains?"
Daddy's smile disappeared, quickly being replaced with a deep frown. He narrowed his red eyes in your direction, tightening the grip he had on your hand.
"We won't make it before the sun rises," he growled, his voice deep and curt. "Now, get in our coffin."
When you hesitated, Daddy lost his patience, wrapping both of his steel arms around you. The vampire was much stronger than you are, so he had absolutely no problem forcing you into the tight confines of the small coffin.
Daddy crawled inside right after you, grabbing the lid and slamming it down with a bang. An audible click sounded out, and you were trapped in the dark coffin.
You couldn't see a thing thanks to how dark it was.
The coffin was so compact that you could feel multiple sides-- the back pressed against you and was rather soft, but you could also feel the one of the sides and the top touching you. It was enclosed all around you, trapping you, leaving almost no room for you to even move or wiggle around.
You could barely move.
You could barely breathe.
But there was a cold, hard feature inside the coffin with you, and it snaked both of its large arms around you and roughly yanked you into it.
Daddy buried his nose in your air and moaned loudly as he inhaled your scent.
"Calm down, Darling," he cooed. "Daddy's here. Daddy's got you."
Your heart raced in your chest and you felt dizzy from your panicked hyperventilating.
"It's okay, my sweet darling," Daddy continued to whisper into your ear, keeping you trapped against him. "I know it's a bit of an adjustment, but it'll be worth it, I promise."
He pressed his cool lips against your forehead.
You tried to squirm away, but he was tight against your front and the side of the coffin was tight against your back.
There was no room to move away.
At all.
You're trapped.
"Get some sleep, Darling," Daddy yawned. "I love you."
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You've made a lot of really great posts about transmasc experiences and struggles, and they really resonate with me! So I guess I want to in complete earnest ask: why the push for 'transandrophobia' when anti-transmasculinity as a term has been around for longer and faces little friction by comparison? I don't really *dislike* transandrophobia, but its meaning gets muddied everywhere from different directions, while ATM is pretty direct and succinct I feel. It's very clear that it's about TRANSmasculine oppression. I'm not against having a dedicated term at all, but the content of our struggles gets lost in the weeds of attaching kind of understandably divisive terms like misandry and androphobia in an attempt to mirror a phenomenon very specifically about misogyny; it seems more trouble than it's worth considering ATM is right there
I'll be honest, this ask is confusing to me for a few reasons.
When I started talking about transandrophobia around the summer of 2020, the conversations I was encountering were very much, like, a handful of people across Twitter and Tumblr (literally, a handfull!). I picked up "transandrophobia" because it was one of two words I saw in use, and the other- "transmisandry"- felt much less clear and much more contentious. It seemed super obvious to me that people would draw a line from "men's rights activists" trying to push this idea that "misandry", as a systemic oppression of men by women, to "transmisandry", and assume some ill intent where there was none. It's confusing!
"Transandrophobia" was the better of two options being floated at the time, at least in any conversation I saw. "Anti-transmasculinity" was not really a term I'd been made aware of, if anyone at all was talking about it at the time.
I have seen people pick up "anti-transmasculinity" more recently (maybe in the last year?), and this is definitely the first I've seen someone shorten it to "ATM". The people I've seen use that term have been mostly people who seem really new to the conversation, and the vibe I've gotten has been very, like, "we're the Good Transmascs, our word isn't dirty and gross like those other Bad Transmascs everyone hates. you'll listen to us now that our word is Good and Pure, right?"
Which is like... kind of frustrating, and kind of sad, honestly. I think these people honestly believe that if they just choose the right word, all the people who've been dragging me and every other transmasc talking about these issues through the mud for the last 4 years or so will really just stop & listen. If they can just say it right, these people- who have been relentlessly harassing and spreading lies about every single transmasc who came before them for years now- will care what they have to say, and will be willing to engage with them in earnest, compassionate dialogue.
If you just find the right word, all of these people will care about your hurt, your pain, and the suffering of your community.
It kind of breaks my heart. It's an incredibly hopeful, kind, loving way to view the world. It's compassion and patience and forgiveness that these folks are not being given, but that they so badly want to offer to others.
And at the same time, it sucks to be the Bad Transmasc. It sucks to have fought so hard for so long, and for the people I've been fighting for all this time to turn around and say, "you're gross, and dirty, and evil, and everything you've done is a mistake." It sucks to see the people I've been fighting for agree with the people I've been fighting against, and shove me under the bus in an effort to appeal to the people running me over with it. Knowing that the bus is going to aim for them once it's done with me just makes it sadder, yknow?
@saint-speaks wasn't the first person to ever speak the word "transandrophobia", but he is the one who coined and popularized it in its current form. And then he was dragged through the mud so hard and so brutally that some people think I coined it, just because when I defended him (too little and too late, imo) I withstood the mud-dragging better than he did (and gee, I wonder white.)
And now people take for granted that everything everyone said about hymn to justify that frankly fucking evil harassment campaign was true, actually, and we should abandon the word he coined and find one with purer origins.
If you honestly think "anti-transmasculinity" is just a more practical word, that's fine. I don't care what word we use. But they're going to cover it in mud, too. They're going to cover every one of you in mud.
Will you keep fighting for "ATM" once they make it the new dirty, gross, bad, evil word? Will you keep fighting when they drag you and everyone else through the mud for using it? Or will you agree with them, make up a new word, and never look back?
Please don't let us drown in the mud. We've been fighting for you, and we want to fight with you. Please.
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By Chance
Synopsis: The very first time you meet Eddie the Freak Munson, itâs because you found his bracelet on the floor and decided to wear it, and he claims to have lost one just like that.
The second time you meet, he is absolutely flabbergasted because you are the only one outside of Hellfire who wants him to sign their yearbook.
The third time you meet, heâs feeding you drugs through a sloppy kiss before making you see stars.
The fourth time you meet, he is all but taken aback that you greet him with a boyfriend-and-girlfriend-kiss in plain sight of some other former Hawkins High students, thinking that you, just like all the other girls, would want nothing to do with him after one hot and high night togetherâŚ
A/N: Just a couple of ideas that had been ghosting around in my head on digital paper. Enjoy!
Words: 4880 Warnings: drug use, alcohol, smut, RC has parents in this one, drunk driving
A/N: Both Eddie and RC are over the age of 21 in my stories.
The first time you met Eddie Munson, it was in the school cafeteria. You were new in town, damned to finish your high school years at a later age due to unforeseen circumstances in your past. Letâs just say it involved the military, an illegal weapon deal, you and your family being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a witness protection programme. Not exactly the funniest years of your life but here you were now, significantly older than all the other students trying to keep up with everything you had missed when one fateful day, you found a leather chain bracelet on the floor in the hallway near the boysâ bathrooms.
You figured it looked cool, so, instead of throwing it away, you decided to wear it. Little did you know it belonged to Eddie The Freak Munson himself who, as it turned out, was absolutely gutted heâd lost it. He ended up in line to get his lunch right behind you that day and of course, he instantly noticed the edgy accessory on you when you reached for a cup of chocolate pudding.
âCool bracelet.â
Youâd be lying if you said that the other students hadnât âwarnedâ you about him. But being old enough to legally buy alcohol, you were long past the silly idea of popularity in high school, knowing that once you were out of that building for good, no oneâliterally no oneâcared anymore. Respectively, you turned around to smile at him.
âThank you.â
âI had one like that too. Lost it recently,â he added a little distraught, underlining his words by throwing a single peanut in his mouth. Your eyes widened.
âOh my god, what? I found that on the floor in the hallway the other day! It must be yours!â
And just like that, Eddie blinked and then frowned at you as if youâd just sliced the tyres of his van. âWhy are you wearing it?â he askedâcarefully, if not suspiciously.
âI just thought it looked cool. Here, take it back,â you announced, unclasping it from your wrist to hand it to him. âIâm glad it seems you didnât lose it after all.â
âYeah, uh⌠it was a gift from my uncle, so⌠it means a lot to me.â
You could have imagined it but you were pretty sure that you received something like an electrical shock when your hands touched.
âThatâs sweet. Good thing I didnât throw it away. Well, enjoy the rest of your day, Eddie. Iâll see you around.â
âYeah. Iâll see you around too.â
And that you did. Every day. You did have a few classes together, after all, and sooner or later you realised that you kept stealing glances at him. He was fucking handsomeâa classic metalhead with an affinity for fantasy novels and Dungeons & Dragons, so you soon found out, and of course, a renowned bad boy selling drugs right under the noses of all the teachers which, strangely enough⌠did not hinder him from finally graduating that year. It turned out that 1987 was his year and to call what he pulled off at the graduation ceremony a show would have been an understatement and you certainly couldnât stop clapping and cheering along with his friends when he did flip the principal the bird and acted like heâd just won the gold medal instead of his diploma. That man was a chaotic rockstar in the making, you just knew it. In fact, you were more excited for him than you were for yourself even though you had barely spoken after the bracelet exchange.
Unfortunately, apart from his beloved Hellfire club as well as two freshmen called Dustin and Mike, everyone else in the school just seemed to be happy to finally be rid of himâMiss OâDonnells the most, you figured.
So when it was time to get those last few signatures in for your yearbooks and students rushed from person to person with markers in hand, Eddie was left out entirely.
You guessed that this was why nothing prepared him for the very moment you approached him and two of his friendsâJeff and Gareth, you believedâand held your yearbook out to him.
âHey, Eddie. Care to sign my yearbook for me?â
It took him a second to process your words, you could tell. âMe? You want me to sign your yearbook?â
âOf course.â And you meant it, if anything to have an excuse to speak to him again.
Eddie took your yearbook from you with slight hesitation, flipped the front page open and then, using the red ballpoint pen he must have been using for his friendsâ yearbooks, scribbled something in yours.
You couldnât wait to read what heâd written when he handed it back to you. Another moment of silence followed.
âDo you⌠want me to sign yours as well?â
âUh⌠yeah⌠if you want.â Jeff and Gareth were a lot more suspicious than Eddie was, perhaps thinking youâd write something nasty in his. In fact, he didnât even pay attention to what you were writing in it. Instead, and you could practically feel his curious brown gaze on you, he wouldnât stop staring like you were some sort of hallucination.
The truth was, he probably didnât quite know what to make of you. Youâd never been part of a specific clique ever since your arrival and hence socialised with whoever circumstances put you in close proximity with. Theyâd all seen you with Jason and the others a few timesâand given how the basketball team treated Hellfire, it was not short of a miracle they all radiated a pinch of hostility toward you.
Eddie almost flinched when you shut his yearbook shut and gave it back to him. âThanks.â
âThanks to you as well. After your stunt on stage, I have no doubt that youâre gonna be the next Ozzy Osbourne. I wish you and your band all the best, Iâm sure youâll rock it.â
Jeff and Gareth blinked. Incredulously so. Eddie on the other hand gave you a sheepish grin. âThanks,â he said again.
You figured there was nothing else going to come out of his mouthâand you hoped that your phone number that you had scribbled into his yearbook and which he still hadnât noticed yet was going to give him a broad hint.
Thatâs why your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you suddenly heard him calling after you. âWe were going to, uh⌠celebrate together just outside of the town centre tonight. You know⌠snacks, dru- I mean drinks, music⌠care to come?â
It was only when you turned back around that you noticed Jeff and Gareth looking downright shocked at Eddieâs invitation. The head of the Hellfire Club appeared genuine though. And with those sweet puppy eyes, how could you turn him down? You simply could not, even if you had wanted to.
âOh, I always fancy some snacks and dru- I mean drinks.â You grinned at him. âShould I bring anything?â
âIf you want. Donât have to though. Do you have a car or⌠should I come pick you up?â
âIf itâs not too much trouble? Here, let me give you my address.â Using your pen from before, you snatched one of the napkins from one of the tables (almost wiping an empty champagne glass from the surface in the process) to scribble your address on it.
You decided to make brownies for the occasion. They were spiced with rum to add a little bit of flavour and dressed in your edgiest outfit before Eddie came to pick you up. To say you were excited was an understatement, for despite being generally friendly with everyone, you hadnât exactly made a ton of friends in Hawkins yet.
Funnily enough, however, you were not even in the least surprised that Eddie drove straight to the infamous Reefer Rick house near Loverâs Lake. The entirety of the Hellfire Club, excluding the two freshmen, were there, along with a couple of other friends of Rickâs you didnât know. It wasnât a proper party per seâalthough they did have music but given Eddieâs taste and looks, it was metal blasting through the speakers for the most part.
âYouâre insane, Munson. Who is she again?â Rick hissed into Eddieâs hair, grabbing his upper arm as you walked past and you took in the dimly lit boathouse. The atmosphere here was great. Foldable tables held a large selection of snacks, with two massive pizzas from Surfer Boyâs Pizza taking up the majority of the space. Another table was filled to the brim with so much alcohol you feared it would all topple over if someone attempted to remove one of the glass bottles. The fishing boat swaying in the water unsurprisingly took up most of the space in the boat house. Only for the occasion it had been repurposed to a cosy-looking lounging area and covered entirely with several layers of blankets and pillows.
The most prominent feature of this small get-together, however, was the smell of weedâand you were certain that those rolled little cigarettes were the most harmless drug Rick had on offer tonight.
âYouâre telling me you invited the girl who found your bracelet a few months ago to a party at my house? What if she calls the cops on us?â
âI donât think she will.â
âI brought brownies,â you offered, holding them out to him with a smile. Both Rick and Eddie blushed when they realised you had been able to follow their conversation over the loud guitar riffs.
âOh. Thanks. Welcome to the party then.â And that was that. You set the homemade dessert on the table and had Eddie pour you your first drink of the evening.
âYou know, it took me a hot minute to figure out youâve written your phone number in my yearbook,â Eddie admitted after a few drinks and some casual chatting.
âOh.â You chuckled, following up with a wink. âWell, I figured Iâd take my shot.â Eddie had skipped prom, of course, not buying into the whole idea of wearing a suit and awkwardly asking someone out only to dance to shitty music and drink non-alcoholic punch in the schoolâs stinky sports hall.
It was a shame reallyâyou would have loved to have seen him in a suit. Besides, you figured that the real reason Eddie hadnât been to prom was because heâd been unhopeful any girl would have wanted to show up there with the town freak who was regularly accused of satanic rituals.
Well, you would have. But you ended up going with your classmates from chemistry class who had all sworn they didnât need a man to have a good time. Which was also true.
âHey, can I ask you something?â
Eddie raised his eyebrows slightly, offering you a sweet smile.
âWhy did you invite me? Weâve barely spoken all year and Rick is not wrong.â
âListen, sweetheart⌠no oneâand I mean no one outside of Hellfire has ever asked me to sign their yearbook for them. It might not sound like a big deal to you but you decided to come over to me despite what everyone else must have told you about me.â Sweetheart. Now that was a reason for your heart to skip a beat. The rising alcohol level in your body did the rest, of course, but you were far from drunk yet.
As of right now, Eddieâs hair was even messier than usual from headbanging to the latest Metallica hit that had come on after Rick had yelled âTo our new graduates, Jeff, Gareth and Eddie!â. He was still a little out of breath. You were resting on the boat now, watching him giggle at a filthy joke Rick had just pulled and it was then you decided there and then that tonight was going to be the night. All good things started with a kiss, right?
Eddie must have noticed you staring at his lips. He took another draw from the cigarette he was smoking and then held it out to you with a mischievous grin on his face. âWant a draw?â
âSure. Bring it on.â
Before you could close your mouth around it though, Eddie pulled away again, making you crawl closer to him in a confused manner. âWait a second. Youâve⌠smoked before, right?â
âDuh,â you gave back. âYes, I have. Never done anything stronger than weed though.â
âOkay, sweetheart. Just making sure you donât throw up all over the boat.â Eddie didnât hand the cigarette over. Instead, he brought it to your lips with his fingers, watching intently as you took a draw. The taste was just as awful as you remembered but it got the job done quickly. You relaxed, feeling more daring after only minutes.
âHey, Eddie?â You stared at him matter-of-factly. It clearly confused him. You took another draw when he offered the weed to you yet again but this time inching even closer to him. His lips parted when you didnât move away from him. âCan I kiss you?â
The metalhead grinned like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He didnât respond. Instead, he lifted his ringed hand to your face to stroke your cheek and then, his mouth was on yours. Eddie kissed you softly and patiently, seemingly enjoying this first taste as much as you did. After you parted, you both smiled and as the night proceeded, you couldnât keep your hands off of each other anymore.
Eddie insisted on taking you to his place instead of staying at Rickâs, and after some initial protest that he too had had alcohol and shouldnât be behind the wheel, you agreed to slowly drive back to his place. Fortunately for the both of you, you both made it out of this risky mission alive and you soon plopped yourself down on Eddieâs bed.
His room was a complete and utter mess. Clothes and cassettes along with handwritten song lyrics on crumbled paper were scattered everywhere, along with the odd guitar pick and lone sock. The walls were plastered with posters of metal bands as well as some maps and other drawings he must have made for his D&D campaigns.
His uncle wasnât homeâEddie claimed he was pulling night shifts and that you had the house all to yourself. Which was certainly a good thing. You werenât exactly quiet in bed and you had no doubt that youâd make use of those condoms sitting on his nightstand tonight.
Eddie grinned, turning his back to you for a moment. Then, he got rid of his battle jacket and leather jacket almost at the same time, kicked off his shoes and joined you on the bed wearing only his ripped trousers and a washed-out band shirt.
He was quick to take the initiative now that you had made the first step. Eddie leaned down, his hair tickling your face, and lowered his lips to yours to kiss you again, without any unwanted eyes watching you both this time.
He tasted like the weed youâd been smoking and the fatty pizza youâd all been munching on. His kisses were consuming, you had learned this much quickly. You sighed when his tongue slipped between your lips, teasing yours gently all the while his right hand went on an exploration quest, repeatedly stroking over your side.
Joyful anticipation of what would happen next flooded you like a hurricane, your body all of a sudden annoyingly aware of the fact there were way too many layers separating you both still.
It was then you felt the small pill on Eddieâs tongue that he passed on to you, gently biting your lower lip before breaking the kiss. You closed your mouth with wide eyes, returning his eager grin as he hovered above you.
âItâs ketamine,â he said, still grinning, âRick got a new batch, fancy pill form. Nothing like anything else youâll ever experience.â
You swallowed it down. âShit. How long does it take to kick in?â
âWith how strong that dose is Iâd say about fifteen minutes. Thought youâd better have your first trip safely without accidentally drowning in the boat house at Rickâs.â
You hummed.
But what was the point of waiting around for it to kick in? You wanted Eddie. Now, and regardless of the drugs. Biting your lower lip, you pulled him back down to you and crashed your lips against his, kissing him ferociously.
âYouâre wearing too much,â you announced out of breath when you had to pull away for oxygen.
âI could say the same thing about you, sweetheart.â
âHmm⌠we should do something about that, then.â
You both giggled like children. Eddie scrambled out of bed to get rid of his clothes, only leaving his plaid boxers on all the while you peeled yourself out of your shirt and your trousers.
âDo you know how to take off a bra?â you asked with a cheeky grin.
âYou wound me, sweetheart.â
âCâme here and prove it then.â
He was on top of you again before you could blink, hands wandering behind your back as you arched it for him so he could take it off for you. He did in fact have no trouble whatsoever getting that last piece of clothing between your naked skin out of the way. When he tossed it out of bed, it landed straight on the neck of his acoustic guitar in the corner. Eddie chuckled but he soon gasped for air quietly when his brown eyes fell on your bare breasts, nipples hardening from both the sudden temperature change and your growing arousalâand perhaps the drugs, too. You could feel them kicking in now. It was like you were walking on clouds. Like everything you did was wrapped in cotton candy and each and every one of your senses was heightened.
Eddie seemed to feel the same way even though surely this wasnât his first time on ketamine. In a haze, he cupped your breasts with his hands, kneading them gently all the while you tugged at the hem of his boxers, not failing to notice the growing bulge in them. Eddieâs erection sprung free when you pulled them down as far as you could in your current position, taking in his length. Damn. You didnât have a lot of dicks to compare him to but you certainly liked what you saw.
Reluctantly, the metalhead let go of your breasts to reach for a condom. You moaned at the loss of them at the very same moment you started feeling like you were floating. Shit.
âI am craving ice cream right now.â
âYou are?â
âYes! I could eat three. No, six! You know what? Letâs go and have ice cream tomorrow!â
âAt the mall?â
âAt the mall!â you repeated, almost yelling the words. You blinked. Fuck. You were so high. Eddie grinned when he realised. You wriggled out of your knickers and tossed them out of bed with your foot. Utterly naked before him now, you watched him with your lower lip sucked between your teeth as he rolled the thin layer of latex onto his length and then positioned himself between your legs. You spread them even further for him, inviting him in.
âWe can always stop, you know that, right?â
âEddieâŚâ You pulled him down to you, shutting him up with a sloppy kiss. The drug was really kicking in now and making out with him was like a whole new experience altogether. You couldnât wait to feel him inside you. You needed him. Now.
You doubted he was still a virgin when he guided his member into you with skilled movements, slowly pushing in inch by inch without finishing instantly. You wouldnât have minded to take a break and then try again but right now, the ketamine in your body was making you impatient for lust. Impatient for him.
âMove, Eddie, moveâŚâ you whispered, throwing your head back in the process. The metalhead obeyed. Slowly at first, he began to thrust up into you, each and every single movement eager and on the verge of madness.
You were an entanglement of sweaty limbs within a matter of minutes. Panting and kissing, you didnât know where Eddie ended and where you started. You moved together rhythmically, your legs wrapped around his hips as he kept rutting into you.
It was the very first time you felt your arousal climbing higher and higher, that familiar knot of pleasure in your core tightening without any additional stimulation whatsoever. Surely, that was because of the drugs. It must have been because of the drugs. Eddie hit every single pleasure spot hidden deep inside of you but normally, even that was not enough for you to slip over the edge. Not so today. You could already feel your orgasm approaching, your toes curling and your cunt tightening around him.
Eddie groaned. âYou going to cum, sweetheart?â
The sound that escaped your lips didnât even remotely resemble a yes. So you nodded with your lower lip between your teeth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You shattered underneath him like a piece of glass, breaking into a million pieces scattering across his room.
Moaning his name, you dug your nails into his naked back and pulled him even closer to you. Eddie didnât stop. On the contrary, he sped up. His strokes were erratic now, uncontrolled. Eager for his own orgasm, as you pulsed around him times and times again, you felt him tense up and then, find his release.
After a few more thrusts he stilled, burying himself as deep inside of you as he possibly could and shot his load into the condom. You wished you could have felt it, wished you could have felt him coating your still lazily contracting walls instead. Next time. There was always next time.
And fuck⌠that was quite possibly the best sex youâd ever had.
When you woke up the next morning, memories of last night came flooding back to you like a tsunami. Your head rested on Eddieâs chest. Heâd draped his blanket over the both of you after heâd gotten rid of the condomâor simply threw it on the floor to be preciseâand then cuddled up with you to keep you warm, to keep you safe while this trip lasted. You were almost a little disappointed you had sobered up now but the aftermath lingered like the taste of a particularly sweet strawberry on your tongue.
You opened your eyes, inhaling Eddieâs scent. Cigarettes, alcohol, leather and a little bit of sweat⌠it made for an oddly attractive mix. Unfortunately, however, your blood ran cold as soon as you spotted the time on the watch on Eddieâs wrist.
âEddie! Wake up! Eddie, come on!â
He grumbledâand you wanted to kiss him senseless for being so cute and sleepyâbut your parents must have been worried sick by now. Besides, you felt a little nauseous. Certainly the after-effects of the ketamine. You were lucky you werenât hugging the toilet at the moment.
âWhat? You okay, sweetheart?â
âIâm okay but I need to get home.â
âHuh?â Finally, he cracked an eye open. Another moment passed for him to take the time to wake up. You chuckled.
âI feel like Iâve been hit by a bus. Ugh, and I feel gross.â You needed a showerâand a change of clothes. âI need to get home and freshen up, and my parents are probably wondering where I am. Letâs meet at Starcourt? Around three?â
You wanted nothing more than to lazily wander into the kitchen and have a coffee and breakfast with him before doing what you did last night all over againâsober this time. But by now, his uncle was probably home too. Youâd have to do that as soon as you got your own place. Then you could be fucking all day long and⌠you swallowed.
âUh, yeah⌠sure. Three.â
âAlright.â You beamed at him. âIâll see you there then.â You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before you climbed out of bed naked and gathered your clothes. Eddie grinned when you blew him one final kiss before you left the room fully dressed.
You had to admit it got a little awkward when you ended up walking straight past Wayne Munson who was at the kitchen table with a coffee and the morning paper in hand. There was absolutely no doubt the man new exactly what Eddie and you had done last night.
âUh⌠morning, Mr. Munson.â
âMorning?â You didnât need to explain. Well, Eddie did but not you, not right now. So you only gave him an apologetic smile and hurried out the door because three oâclock couldnât come soon enough.
You couldnât stop grinning. Not when you apologised to your parents for worrying them and not calling, not when you took a shower, not even when you got some sustenance in to chase away the residue of the drugs and the alcohol in your body.
At around two thirty, you put on some make-up and then practically darted to the bus station to make it to Starcourt in time. Eddie was waiting for you already when you arrived. He leaned against a pillar near Scoops Ahoy wearing his usual attire, with one leg propped against it. His face lit up when he spotted youâonly to darken only a fraction of a second later when he saw Jason and his laundry basket crew approach, instantly alert.
You paid them no mind. So you only nodded at Jason in greeting and then hurried toward Eddie, wrapping your arms around him to give him a long and passionate kiss.
âHeyâŚâ he breathed out when you broke apart. Eddie blinked at you, incredulous at what youâd just doneâalmost as if you hadnât had sex on a high last night.
âHey. Whatâs⌠wrong? Are you alright?â
âN-nothing. Iâm fine, sweetheart.â He glanced at Jason who kept on staring at you as if youâd just sacrificed a sheep to a demon. You shrugged your shoulders, interlaced Eddieâs fingers with yours and dragged him inside the ice cream shop.
âWhat do you want? I think chocolate chip mint is the best one but cherry sounds nice too. Pick whatever you like, itâs on me.â
Eddie quirked an eyebrow at you. âNo, no, sweetheart. This is a date. Iâm paying.â
âNo youâre not. You can pay next time. You know how much the stuff you gave meâŚâ You cleared your throat and lowered your voice. ââŚyou gave me last night normally costs. Iâm paying.â
Eddie smirked at youâyou just wanted to kiss him all over again. âCherry and chocolate chip mint, how about that?â
âI like the way you think.â So you ordered and then made yourself comfortable in one of the booths to munch on your ice cream. Eddie glanced behind him and then, all of a sudden, he had that unbelieving expression on his face yet again.
âOkay, whatâs up? Somethingâs up. Did I say something? Did something happen?â
âI just⌠didnât expect you to want to be in public with me.â
âIâm sorry, you what?â It was you who had incredulousness written all over your face now. Your heart dropped to your feet. âWhat⌠do you mean?â
âThe girls I hooked up with before, from school⌠they didnât want anything to do with me after theyâd gotten laid by the freak,â he admitted. âGranted, there werenât that many but still.â Your lips parted. Shit. Thatâs why he was acting all surprised. You had just snogged him in front of the entire former basketball team, after all.
Of course that raised the question of why he would invite you to that party in the first place if heâd suspected that youâd only wanted some free drugs and to be able to claim youâd fucked the freak to find out if he was just that in the sheets as well. But there was always hope. Hope that it could be different this time even if it was all subconscious. You suppressed a sigh.
âWhy the hell wouldnât I want that?â you asked so you wouldnât pause for too long.
âDonât know. Iâm just used to it, okay?â he said with a fake smile, scooping up some of his ice cream.
Oh. And now he was overwhelmed and flattered and touched and confused and⌠and he didnât know how to act. You scooted closer to him in the booth, leaning against his shoulder. âI couldnât give a shit about what the other people think, Eddie. I was in a rush this morning because I didnât tell my parents Iâd probably spend the whole night out. And I said I felt gross because I hadnât showered and because the remnants of the drugs made me feel all icky. Not because I regret what we did. Actually⌠I canât wait to do it again.â
Eddieâs face lit up. He grinned. âWith or without drugs?â
âBoth.â
In other words, that cheeky metalhead was your boyfriend now. And youâd be damned if you didnât tell the world that you were his girlfriend.
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