#And I think the last couple days made me feel a bit better about some things and I feel like maybe I am more cared about that it
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"L-look, I just... I wanted to chill out for a few days, yeah? Cats are a good form for that!"
I nodded slowly as I kept petting. The slow, gentle strokes along his fur seemed to be helping. "And now you've forgotten... how your power works?"
"No!" It was less a shout and more a whine. I decided to assume it was the cat body changing the quality of the voice. "I... I don't have a 'default' or anything, you know? I don't just 'shift back' to my original self, I actively turn *into* it each time. A-and now I'm..." They tuck their nose between their paws. "...I can't picture what I looked like clearly enough to change..."
Oh. "I have some pictures of us from a year or two back. Would that help?"
He looked up at me and blinked, then lowered his head back onto the couch. "Yeah... yeah that should be enough to go off of. Now all the panic feels a little silly..."
I didn't reach for my wallet right away. "I mean, you couldn't have known when I'd come over."
"Yeah, I guess, but even if it was a little uncanny, I could've turned back into something with hands and sent you a message asking..."
"...so why didn't you?" There was something else here. I could feel it. So I started nudging. "And before you say you were panicking too much, you've been silent for *days*. That doesn't seem like a short-term lapse in judgement."
"W-well, I was still enjoying being a cat up until yesterday!" The protest was weak; there *was* something else going on. "A-and..."
"And... you didn't want to change back?" I offered.
"No! M-maybe?" They tensed like they wanted to flee, but slowly relaxed again under my continued reassuring scritches. "I want to change back into a *human* again, b-but..."
I looked at them with a smile and nodded. "But...?"
They looked at me, then shifted to rest their chin on my leg. "...remember last year? At that club event?"
They paused, so I nodded and continued for them. "I wanted a possible hookup and you decided the discount was worth it, so we ditched the faux-het-couple routine by you turning into a girl." I tried to keep any smugness out of my encouraging smile. They were different that night, and no amount of excuses had made me forget just how.
"W-well, I, um... th-that was the first time I'd ever done that." They refused to look at me, but I nodded anyway. "But it... w-wasn't the last? I-I mean, it was the last in... in public..."
They seemed to have trouble continuing, so I offered another nudge. "...but sometimes you'd do it again in private...?"
"...yeah. I... I tried out different looks and body types. A few of them I really liked. And sometimes, I... I caught myself wishing I could wear a look all the time. While going about my life, you know?"
"...why can't you~?"
They raised their head, and even the cat features managed to look utterly incredulous. "What, do you want me to out myself as a shifter!? Or are you suggesting I fake my own death or something?"
I couldn't help but laugh as I shook my head. "Nothing that dramatic! C'mon, you can be subtle. Call up a therapist, talk about your feelings a bit, get a prescription for some new medication..."
"...so like... actually transition...?"
I nodded. "If that's how you feel, then yeah." My smile widened as I scritched under their chin for a moment. "In case it wasn't clear, I'm here for you and will always support you fully. And I say you should do what feels right!"
"M-maybe. But that whole plan feels, I dunno... a little disingenuous?"
"So you can pass better than most and won't actually need any HRT or any surgery. Does that change who you want to be?"
She laid there for a long moment before responding. "...no..."
I nodded, still alternating between head scritches and long pets down her body. "...have a name in mind~?"
"...Coral..."
"Damn, you picked a pretty one~" I flopped back against the couch. "You've really been thinking about this ever since that night at the club, huh?"
"...yeah..." She was silent for a few more moments before speaking up again. "...sorry. I... I should've talked to you about it before now. I kept meaning to! But there was always some excuse I'd give myself, and then I wouldn't be able to speak up, and..."
I just nodded. "I get it. Kind of a shame, though... I could've asked you out waaay sooner."
"You... what!?" Watching the cat body language take over as she suddenly leapt up and backwards made it *really* hard not to laugh, but I held it down.
"Well yeah, remember how I kept saying I wanted to make sure I only left with the cutest girl at the club? Well, the cutest girl at the club that night was *you*. But I couldn't just say, 'hey you should turn yourself into a girl more so we can date' or anything. Glad I didn't too, or I wouldn't get the chance to see what other cute looks you've grown attached to~"
"Y-yeah, I-I guess you're right!" The panic in Coral's voice was similar to when I'd first gotten there, but somehow much more gay this time. "I uhhh, I should probably go change then!"
I patted my pocket as she dashed for the stairs. "Need that picture~?"
She stopped. "...no. Not right now, at least." She looked back at me with what I could only assume was the cat version of an emotional smile. It was *adorable*. "Thank you~"
I just nodded again as she turned and zoomed up the stairs, excited to see what she might look like when she came back down.
Your friend, a shapeshifter (a secret you've kept since childhood) hasn't answered your texts in days, so you head to their home. Upon arriving, you find that they're in the middle of an existential crisis; they can't remember how to turn back into their original, human form.
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#I don't mean to keep sounding so negative about everything but this is just like me having a place to put thoughts that's outside my head#And I think the last couple days made me feel a bit better about some things and I feel like maybe I am more cared about that it#feels like sometimes#I got a message asking about when my birthday was to make sure they hadn't missed it and you have no idea how much that#meant to me even though it was such a small thing and I've lowkey been dreading it thinking that no one cared but maybe#that's not true#But for another thing I feel like I'm being disappointing and seeming like I am not putting any effort in when that's not true at all#and I don't want to be perceived that way. I am doing as much as I can but it's just that that's limited right now and#I am trying to take care of myself but I am just really bad at that especially in this specific situation#Which has happened before and I am trying to learn from it but it is just so difficult for me when it's in the moment#And I have started something to get help but I think that will be a slow process but even with that I know in the meantime I just need to#stop. But I have something coming up I really don't want to miss and I think I should just push through for a few more weeks even if it's#limited. And when this first happened I should have just done better to deal with it. But there was no indication it was this bad at the#time and then more time just went on and I got used to it without clueing in that maybe it had gone on for too long and should have done#something sooner#And I think just saying something to them would at least help the situation to know that I am struggling at least but I don't want to#seem like I am not making an effort
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Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, itâs just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a âsheâs busy broâ. Thanks đ«¶đ»
jealousy | jude bellingham
obsessed with this concept already !!
summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it
warnings: none
word count: 738
a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3
you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesnât get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didnât knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didnât want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.
âsomeone dm you.â he says.
his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.
âwho?â
âlando norris.â he reads the name like he didnât knew already.
âwhat does it say?â you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.
jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.
âare you gonna answer?â he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.
ânot really, no.â you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.
when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didnât meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldnât help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didnât have.
some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadnât checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.
he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.
âdo you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?â he asks out of nowhere. âso i can repost it on my story.â he clarifies.
you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guyâs dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.
âsure.â you say.
he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple âmy boyfriendâ€ïžâ, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.
when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.
âlet me see the picture.â you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. âwas that really necessary?â you point at the text and he just shrugs.
âi just feel like thereâs a lot of people that don't know weâre together, you know? just wanna put it out there.â you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.
âis that so?â you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.
âyeah, lots of guys on your dms.â he confess. âthey liked your selfie earlier.â
âhmm.â you answer. âi wouldnât know about that, i only like one guy.â a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. âwanna go? weâll be late to dinner.â
jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.
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In one of your last answers, you said âseries reboots are usually pretty gross and sadâ, and I was wondering if you could expand on that? Assuming ârebootâ covers any kind of continuation of a currently cancelled or finished show (and maybe thatâs the wrong assumption!), from the outside looking in it feels like a pretty mixed bag. On one hand, if I love XYZ Show, itâs cool that I get more stories with these characters and another chance to support XYZ Show and its creators. On the other, it definitely feels like a lot of ideas can only get funding if theyâre tied to something already, meaning creatives are having to now tie whatever cool idea they have to some reboot/relaunch/retread, which can feel pretty disheartening if you donât want to do a reboot/relaunch/retread. Is that a similar feeling from your side of the industry?
Thank you so much for all your answers and insight!
Usually reboots and spin-offs are just cash grabs. It happens a lot in animation. In fact, I would argue that the entire industry is just one big cash grab now. In the 80s, everyone complained that cartoons were just half-hour commercials for toys. And they were right. And we're right back there, but now that you can't legally push toys all day, it's just general "IP". Mugs, posters, more spinoffs, whatever.
I was offered three show running gigs over the pandemic. All reboots that I would consider unwise to pursue because they were "of a different time" and didn't (in my opinion) have anything more to say. Two of them were properties created by notorious sex pests, so there's also that. The animation industry loves to prop up its sex pests.
I turned all of them down, partially because I didn't respect the original creators but also because none of them had anything going for them except just being "more of the same".
I don't think any of those projects survived the intervening years, so in retrospect I maybe should've taken the job. I'd probably feel a bit gross, but at least I'd have floors in my house.
The entertainment industry is in a bad spot. The whole thing. I've had I don't know how many pitch meetings in the last few years, and they all start the same way:
"Hey! Before we start, we just want to let you know that we're not actively producing anything right now. We think maybe soon, but we won't be picking anything up today..."
And then later:
"The little we are doing is IP, so if you have a new take on our IP or a new IP you're connected to that you can bring in, that'd be great."
I always wanted to make original stuff. There came a time when I'd had my fill of Billy & Mandy and wanted to do something else new and original. That never manifested, and I was constantly being offered IP to produce. I turned too many of those down, maybe, before deciding that it was probably better that I run the IPs that mean something to me rather than having some hack do it.
But now those jobs have all gone to celebrities and fallen live-action writers, who are also slowly being eaten by the system. WB was hot for Scooby stuff a few years back, so I pitched some ideas. A few of them were turned down for being "off-brand" in a variety of ways. WB has now made (I think) all of those off-brand shows (or something close) with celebrity show runners.
I was going through a whole Midlife Impostor Syndrome thing recently where I was wondering if maybe I don't just suck. Like, it's weird that for a couple of decades I'd have people calling me trying to get me to run shows, and now nobody will call me back about the possibility of a design job.
Talking to some friends and realizing that they were in a similar situation helped me feel like I wasn't alone. That was nice. Talking to some of the most talented colleagues in my industry made me made me realize that those people weren't getting jobs either. That was unnerving. Talking to complete strangers in other parts of the entertainment industry now has me thinking that the whole house of cards is coming down. That's real concerning, yo.
It's hard not to think it's purposeful, when deranged billionaires own the entirety of our media and want to shape a society where they can't be criticized. We're letting wealthy tech bros firebomb the very heart of our culture, and it's weird that no one is talking about it. Because (for now) we still have that capability.
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â I MISS YOU, IâM SORRY.
pairing: theodore nott x reader
summary: you havenât seen theo since he supposedly left you to join the other side. now that heâs back and has revealed his true intentions to you, youâre finding it hard to be forgiving.
warnings: swearing, kissing, tiniest bit of angst, very unedited. not much else other than a whole load of waffle⊠my bad
authorâs note: this is a sort of fix-it fic⊠kinda. yes I am very much stealing the essence (you could say) from marauders fics because I prefer writing those and yes itâs basically this drabble recycled and yes grimmauld place is still the order headquarters well into the war just donât question my timeline and youâll be fine ok ty enjoy xoxo
12 Grimmauld place feels unsettling at the best of times, what with the portrait of Walburga Black hurling insults at you every time her curtain slips open and the row of shrunken house-elf heads mounted on the wall. The Order of the Phoenix holding hushed up meetings in the dining room while you and your friends are forced to stay upstairs isnât anything new or surprising, but the last few days feel different.
Instead of Mrs Weasley telling members of the Order to whisper when you, her kids and Harry and Hermione are in the room, she flaps about ordering them to stop talking altogether. At first you think youâre imagining it when her eyes flick over to you every time, until you bring it up to Ginny and Hermione.
âYouâre not imagining it,â Hermione mutters as she shuts the door of the bedroom and casts a quick Muffliato charm before settling cross legged on the bed opposite you and Ginny. âI overheard Mrs Weasley and Tonks in the kitchen this morning, talking about how the Order is arranging transport for some Death Eater spies to come back here.â
You gasp, pretending to be scandalised. âYou mean you were evesdropping. Thatâs not very prefect-y of you.â Ginny snorts at Hermioneâs indignant glare and you canât help cracking a smile at the way her cheeks have slightly reddened. âSorry, sorry, you know Iâm kidding. But whatâs that got to do with her looking at me like Iâve gone through a personal tragedy?â
âYour ex-boyfriend did leave you to go join the Death Eaters,â Ginny points out. Hermione gapes at her, but Ginny merely throws her hands up in exasperation. âWell, he did! No point beating around the bush!â
A lump rises in your throat at the mention of Theodore. Truth be told, youâve tried not to think about what happened since the last time you spoke about him. âSpokeâ being a strong word since it was mostly crying and sniffling and blowing your nose into tissue after tissue in Ginnyâs room at the Burrow. Mrs Weasley had made your favourite dinner that night and brought you up a hot chocolate to make you feel better. And it really had- so much so that you refused to speak about him since.
Youâre more angry than you are sad now, which makes you nod at Ginnyâs words. âYouâre right. Heâs an arsehole, thereâs no point in tip-toeing around it for my sake.â Hermione frowns a little, worry clear as day on her face, but you donât stop talking. âBesides, weâre on opposite sides and this is a war happening. Not some silly, childish break-up. He chose to be a Death Eater and if we have to fight him, so be it.â
Hermione and Ginny stay quiet for a few seconds and watch you breathe heavily. Thankfully, before either of them can speak, Harry and Ron come bursting into the room.
âTheyâve only gone and brought Death Eaters into the bloody building!â Ron shakes his head.
Harry snorts at Ronâs dramatics. âEx-Death Eaters. Apparently. Still a bit dodgy, in fairness.â
âI thought they were spies,â you say, unable to help your curiosity as you stand up. Ginny and Hermione follow you out of the room as you all peak over the bannister to try and get a glimpse of the action downstairs. Annoyingly, there only seem to be a couple of dishevelled looking Order members milling around.
âMaybe Mrs Weasley and Tonks got it mixed up, or maybe they arenât privy to whatâs going onâŠâ Hermione frowns, deep in thought. âI donât think anyone but Dumbledore knows whatâs actually going on.â
Harry makes an irritated sound. âWhatâs new?â
âOh, by the way, Mum sent us up to get you lot for dinner,â Ron says absentmindedly as he tries to get a good look over your shoulder at whatever is happening in the hall downstairs. âMind you, that was before all the Death Eater business so sheâll probably send us right back up.â
The five of you quickly shuffle downstairs to get to the dining room and while your stomach is growling loud enough to forget any thoughts of Order business, Ron and Harry linger in the hall a little in an attempt to get some answers. You donât doubt Harry will get some, being the Chosen One and all.
You nudge and elbow your way into the dining room where youâre happily surprised to see a messy-haired Tonks yawning over a bowl of soup. She smiles sleepily when she spots the three of you.
âHi, girls,â she mumbles through a yawn. âMerlin, Iâm exhausted. I keep falling asleep in my soup. Good thing itâs mushroom.â She points to her newly platinum blonde hair that matches the contents of her bowl.
âWhyâre you so tired?â Hermione asks as she ladles some soup into bowls for you, Ginny and herself. Her voice is quiet as not to attract attention from Mrs Weasley with her questioning. âIs it to do with tonightâs, uh, Order business?â
âYep.â
Tonks looks as though sheâs about to drift off and Ginny seems to jump at the opportunity to gather information.
âSo, what are their names?â She gets straight to the point, glaring at you when you choke on your soup a little, not expecting her to be so blunt.
You and Hermione stop eating and wait with bated breath for Tonks to refuse to answer. She merely yawns again, before talking. âYouâll meet them soon enough.â
âMeet them?â you ask, unable to help yourself. âArenât they⊠uh, you know⊠dangerous?â
âDumbledore doesnât seem to think so,â Tonks says, shrugging. You grow a little frustrated at this, since Dumbledore isnât exactly known for having straightforward plans. While you know his intentions are good, someone he thinks is safe could very well be the opposite. While you ponder this, Tonksâ next words quickly turn your irritation into shock. âThe others were understandably quite wary, what with one of them being You-Know-Whoâs son and everything, butâŠâ
You feel a ringing in your ear and every word coming from Tonks may as well be directed to her mushroom soup because you arenât listening anymore. You-Know-Whoâs son. You havenât seen Mattheo since term ended, and even then it was only from a distance. You hadnât spoken to him since Theo revealed his Dark Mark to you and youâd since avoided his entire friend group like the plague. If Mattheo is in the building, you can only hope and pray that Theodore isnât with him.
Vaguely aware of someone shaking you by the shoulder, you snap out of your thoughts. âWho else is with Mattheo?â you ask Tonks, your voice sounding rough to your own ears. She blinks through her sleepiness, slightly startled awake by your unwavering eye contact. âVoldemortâs son. Whoâs with him? What do they look like?â
Youâre so focused on getting an answer from Tonks, and Hermione and Ginny are clearly on the same page as you now since theyâre both silent and waiting for a response, that none of you notice Mrs Weasley entering the dining room.
âTonks, is he blonde or-?â
âEnough!â Mrs Weasley interrupts you hastily, making everyone jump. She sounds panicked, but the look she throws Tonks is stern, like a warning to keep silent. When she turns back to you however, her eyes soften and her voice is gentle, albeit with a hint of annoyance. âI asked Dumbledore not to bring them here while everyone was awake. I didnât want you all upset again, dear. Look, you can have your dinner upstairs, Iâll bring it up to you!â
Youâre grateful for her concern, but itâs a little hard to feel anything other than the pit in your stomach since sheâs just confirmed what you were dreading.
Ginny speaks up first, angry on your behalf. âMum, she deserves to know if that awful git is in the same house as her! I say she ought to go and deck him in the face.â
âGinny!â Hermione looks at her in exasperation as Mrs Weasley gasps, horrified. âThat sort of attitude isnât going to help anyone.â
âYouâre right,â you mumble, getting up from your seat.
Hermione lets out a sigh of relief. âThank goodness.â
âI should go and deck him in the face.â
Hermioneâs sputtering falls to deaf ears as you abruptly leave your seat to go out into the hall, the scraping of chairs behind you indicating that everyone is following closely.
Realistically, you have no plans to actually hit Theodore. In fact, you donât think youâve ever successfully landed a punch before in your life. This doesnât stop you charging into the hallway and elbowing your way through the huddle of Order members to get to the door they seem to be crowded around.
Kingsley Shacklebolt is the last of them to stumble out of your way, clearly too surprised by your sudden presence to continue guarding the door. You raise a shaky hand to the doorknob and hesitate for a second, suddenly nervous. Kingsley takes this moment to snap out of his surprise and redirects his attentions to what youâre about to do next.
âMy dear, Iâm afraid I canât allow you to-â
âKingsley, do you have any idea why Iâm standing here?â you say curtly, cutting him off.
He throws a quick glance at Mrs Weasley, almost as if itâs by reflex. Clearly sheâs told more people than Dumbledore to keep word of Theodore far from you. âI, uhm, I may have heard a thing or twoâŠâ
âRight, so are you going to stop me entering this room, then?â you ask boldly. Your voice catches slightly on the end of your sentence and Kingsley falters a little.
âWell, really I should-â he begins, eyes darting to your own slightly teary ones. He sighs. âNo, Iâm not. Just try not to hex the boy.â
He steps out of your way and you finally barge into room, the door swinging open as you stay lingering near the entrance. The room is just as dingy as the rest of the house, lit up by some candles dotted around the room
You first see Professor McGonagall getting up abruptly from her chair where she was previously sat next to a standing Dumbledore. He merely peers at you over his half moon spectacles and raises his eyebrows.
You suddenly feel a little silly, and rude for barging in like that. âSorry, Professor Dumbledore, I-â
You stop talking when see movement on the other side of the room from the corner of your eye. Just as Tonks had said, Mattheo Riddle, son of Lord Voldemort is standing right there, flanked by Lorenzo Berkshire⊠and Theodore. Your mouth goes dry.
As soon as you catch his eye, he smiles broadly at you. You donât return the gesture, taking his appearance in instead. Heâs thinner than the last time you saw him. No visible injuries, but heâs definitely seen better days. His dirty blonde hair is overgrown and unruly as it falls into his eyes which, despite brightening up at your presence, are tired.
You keep your expression as impassive as you can, slightly angry with yourself at the twinge of concern you feel. It was all well and good interrupting whatever meeting was happening in here before you came in, but now that youâre here⊠you have no idea what to do or say.
Theoâs smile falters when you continue to stand there with clenched fists and a stony face and youâre tempted to just run out of the room when Dumbledore clears his throat.
âWell,â your Headmaster says pleasantly, as though you were all engaged in polite conversation rather than a strained silence. âThis reunion was certainly a little earlier than anticipated, but I suppose that canât be helped. I think we ought to give Mr Nott and Miss Y/L/N a moment alone.â
âUh, canât we stay in here too?â Lorenzo asks with a nervous chuckle, eyes darting to the watchful crowd standing right outside the door. You canât blame him for wary, being an ex-Death Eater in a house full of Order members.
Mattheo nods, throwing an arm around Theodoreâs shoulder, ignoring the glare he receives. âYeah. These two wonât mind a bit of company. Right?â he asks you cheerfully. You blink at him.
âRelax, Berkshire,â Professor McGonagall says, rolling her eyes at the way Lorenzo has inched further into the room. She snaps her fingers to get them moving out the door. âNobody is going to hex you, you silly boy.â
âCanât say the same for Theo,â Mattheo mutters as he walks past you and follows everyone out, shutting the door.
You donât really have any choice but to look at Theo now. He tries a smile again, despite the fact youâre not returning it and he takes a step towards you.
You immediately step back.
Theo flinches ever so slightly, his eyes unable to hide that heâs hurt.
Good, you think viciously.
Sighing, he looks at you imploringly like he wants to say something, but canât find the words. âYouâre angry with me,â he settles on muttering, his voice quiet in the dark room.
You let out a derisive laugh. âAngry? You worked that out, huh? Death-Eaterâs didnât completely addle your brain then, did they?â
âDarling, please let me explain,â Theo pleads, taking another few steps towards you.
Rather than stepping back, you whip out your wand and point it right at him. He doesnât back away, merely raising his hands in surrender and arching an eyebrow as if to ask you if youâre serious. This angers you further.
âDo not call me darling,â you hiss, raising your wand further. Theo doesnât react, as though he knows youâd never actually use magic to hurt him. Your hand trembles with the weight of the realisation that no, you wouldnât hurt him. That youâve actually been more worried that becoming a Death Eater would get him hurt than him betraying you. He left you with nothing but a cold goodbye and you still canât help caring.
Feeling stupid, and a little bit pathetic, you drop your hand to your side and allow him to continue standing before you as he lowers his hands. You grit your teeth and cross your arms. âExplain.â
Theo lets out a relieved breath. âI never wanted to leave you,â he says, and you immediately roll your eyes. âI- no, look at me. I didnât.â
âThat doesnât explain the fact that you did,â you deadpan, turning away to leave. Theo quickly reaches out to grasp both of your arms and gently turns you towards him.
You stiffen at the first physical contact youâve had with him in months, your body betraying you and erupting goosebumps all over your arms in spite of your anger.
âI lied about it to protect you,â he whispers, peering at you through the strands of hair that are stubbornly falling into his eyes from weeks of neglect. Theo looks slightly pained and you recognise his expression to mean that heâs desperately trying to phrase his next words correctly. His eyes flick over to your right arm. No. To his left wrist, where you know his Dark Mark to be. âYou can ask Dumbledore if you donât believe me⊠Me and the others only ever took the Mark so weâd be able to spy on The D- on him.â
The relief hits you like a freight train and lightens your heavy chest all in one go. You hadnât just felt betrayed by your boyfriend leaving you all those months ago. You had felt dread at the possibility of him joining a Pureblood supremacistâs cult. Dread at the idea that the views heâd shared with you were all lies and that he was a completely difference person to the one you loved.
Despite the relief, the sting of the breakup still lingers with you.
âThat meant you had to be a prick when you left me?â you ask, voice shaking against your will. His eyes soften.
âYes,â he says weakly. âHow else could I have left you without worrying that⊠that he could use you against me if he found me out? I never wanted to take the Mark and it killed me when I saw the look on your face.â
Your scowl, trying your best to distract Theodore from the fact that your vision has gone blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes. By the look on his face, you doubt youâre doing a very good job. âDo you really think I would have cared about a fucking tattoo, if you had just told me the truth?â
âNo, I know,â Theo sighs, absentmindedly drawing closer to you. âIâll explain anything you want, but the work we did was too close to The Dark Lord to risk telling anyone about at the time. Dumbledore made me, Mattheo and Enzo swear not to say anything. It was safer that way.â
âDid you make an Unbreakable Vow?â you whisper, stiller than ever.
Theo furrows his brows. âNo, but-â
You pull away from him abruptly and back away to the door, ignoring the way his hands reach out in an attempt to hold your arms again. âThen I hope the information you got for Dumbledore was worth it.â
You donât look back at him, nor do you check to see if anyone is in the hallway as you run upstairs and into your room, slamming the door shut as you lean against it, breathing heavily. You stay there for a while, reeling from your anger and irritation at the fact you still have to stay in this bloody house while Theodoreâs in it.
The next few days are confusing to say the least. Theo doesnât seem to have any plans to avoid you, but he respects your space.
Sort of.
He isnât badgering you every second of the day, but somehow whichever room youâre in, he finds himself in as well. Whenever you try and reach for something, even if itâs not on a particularly high shelf, or particularly far away, Theo beats you to it, ever the gentleman.
Itâs starting to unnerve you a little.
One particular afternoon, you walk into the kitchen hoping to make a cup of tea in peace. At the table sits Theo, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. When he spots you, he sits up straighter and you dawdle stupidly at the entrance.
Before you can snap out of it and remember what you came in here for, Theo gets up and walks over to the mugs. âTea?â he asks politely, and, you think, a little hopefully.
âWill you make it and let me drink it alone?â you ask bluntly.
âIâll make it and sit with you in silence,â he offers, undeterred despite your coldness.
Narrowing your eyes, you glance at the clock and sigh. Itâs too early in the morning to put off having your tea, so you allow it. âFine. Milk and-â
âTwo sugars,â he cuts you off with an annoyingly smug smile. âI remember.â
You poke your cheek with your tongue, but stay silent as he turns his attentions to the kettle. Theoâs face quickly falls when he realises he has no idea how to use it. Your impassive expression almost cracks and you have to bite back a laugh as he examines the thing. Walking over to the counter, you drag the kettle so that itâs closer to you. And so you donât have to be as close to Theo, but thatâs besides the point.
âItâs already filled with water, you just need to flip the switch so it starts boiling,â you explain, pointing to the little part. Theo places his cigarette in between his lips as he furrows his brows, clearly skeptical of the muggle contraption. You suppose you canât blame him since you, Hermione and Harry have had to explain the kettle to countless members of the Order since it was introduced to the house a few months ago.
You still donât know where the plug socket is and considering the fact that Grimmauld Place has never inhabited muggles, you arenât going to bother asking.
When Theo flicks the switch and sees the light turn red, a satisfied smile graces his lips where the cigarette still hangs. You look away from his mouth very quickly and go to sit down. Unable to leave without making things awkward, you decide the only thing to do is watch Theo make two cups of tea. He doesnât need instruction since he knows exactly how you like it, but something catches in your throat when he uses a green mug. Your favourite colour.
The only sound in the kitchen is the clink of the spoon swirling in the cups and Theo soon brings both cups over with an incredibly concentrated frown to make sure thereâs no spillages as he sets one down on the table. The other he hands to you himself and you have to clench your jaw when you grab it, your own hands brushing against his, which he doesnât seem to be in a rush to move away.
âThanks,â you mutter, trying to use the burning heat of the mug against your skin to distract from the fact that you have tingles.
âSâalright,â he replies, a barely restrained grin on his face. You narrow your eyes at him over the rim of the mug as you sip your tea.
Damn, you think to yourself. Why is it always so good when he makes it?
The two of you settle into a surprisingly comfortable silence as you drink your tea and he smokes. The puffs are very carefully directed away from you, but you canât help wrinkling your nose out of habit. Back when you were still together, you were always firm about him cutting down and now you have to restrain yourself from reaching over and plucking the cigarette out of his lips to throw it away like you used to do with ease. He never objected.
Theo notices your looks all the same, and itâs almost like heâs reading your thoughts. He raises a brow, almost daring you to remove the cigarette yourself. âYou want me to stop?â
âI donât care,â you say in an attempt to sound nonchalant. Shrugging, you try your hardest not to react to his obvious bait, but itâs like a bloody reflex. âItâs your lungs on the line, not mine. If you want to lose five years off your life, then by all means, go ahead. I really couldnât care-â
âAs you wish,â he interrupts you, grinning like an idiot again. The next thing you know, heâs putting out the cigarette, and sipping his tea instead. He doesnât even like tea.
âI didnât say you had to stop,â you grumble, slightly pleased nonetheless.
He merely hums, taking a gulp of his tea. You accidentally let out a snort of laughter when he grimaces at the taste. Theoâs lips quirk up in amusement when you laugh, unrestrained and itâs only when you catch him staring at you that you quickly stop.
The smug expression on his face quickly returns as though he knows youâre finding it hard to be fully angry at him.
âStop looking at me like that,â you snap, drawing your knees up on your chair towards your chin. âYou look stupid. And your hair is too long.â
Theo huffs out a surprised laugh. âMy hair is too long?â he asks incredulously, reaching up to tug a piece down so it reaches the bottom of his nose. âHm, youâre right. You cut it pretty good that one time. Would you do it again for me?â
âMrs Weasley is better at it,â you say, chin jutting out stubbornly. âIâm sure sheâd be delighted if you just ask.â
âThe way she looks at me, Iâd be lucky to get away with my head still attached to my body,â he drawls, wholly unimpressed by your suggestion. âWhy canât you do it?â
âBecause Iâm not done being angry with you yet,â you reply simply, draining the contents of your mug. âTrust me when I say you donât want me anywhere near your head with a pair of scissors either.â
Theo nods slowly, a smile gracing his lipsâ strange, since you just threatened physical violence. âSo, what Iâm hearing is that youâre not going to be angry with me forever.â
âI- Well, I didnât mean-â you stutter pointlessly, cutting yourself off with a sigh. âI donât know yet. Itâs too early for this, leave me alone.â
âThat was the first cigarette Iâve had since before I left,â Theo says quietly, searching your face for a reaction, almost nervously.
You arenât quite sure how to respond to this random piece of information and you find yourself floundering. âUhm. Okay, good. Thatâs⊠Yeah, thatâs great for you and your lungs, well done. Saves money too. They were actually, uh, saying on the news the other day that the average amount people spend on-â
âDarling, as much as I appreciate it, thatâs not what Iâm getting at,â he interrupts, the ghost of a smirk at his lips. You scowl at him for letting you go on for so long and motion for him to get to the bloody point. âEvery time I brought a cigarette to my lips, I remembered you werenât going to be there to nag me about it. It just feels pointless now.â
You stare at him. âNice to know that my nagging was what you remembered me by.â
âThatâs not-â Theo cuts himself off with a laugh that sounds halfway to a groan. âMerlin, youâre not going to make this easy for me, are you?â
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can get a word out, Harry walks in which you find odd considering itâs so early in the morning and him and Ron are usually only out of bed when Mrs Weasley yells them down for breakfast.
âMorning,â he says through a yawn. The greeting is directed at you, but he sends an expectant look at Theo right after. âTime to leave, Nott.
âLeave for where?â you ask before you can help yourself. You realise with a start that Harry and Theo are dressed and ready while youâre still in your pyjamas. âWhere do you have to go?â
âHorcrux hunting,â Harry says flippantly, as though heâs just announced heâs going fishing. Hermione had filled you in on the information Theo and the others had ascertained from their time with Voldemort, but you didnât even consider them or Harry would actually be going with the Order to find them. âNott and the others know more than we do, so theyâre coming with.â
You level a look at Theo, who seems to be pointedly avoiding eye contact with you. âThanks for sharing that tiny tidbit of information, by the way,â you mutter sourly.
He winces, getting up slowly from his chair. âIt, uh, didnât seem that important. Itâs only a quick little task anyway. Weâll be back before you know it.â
âIâm not stupid,â you scoff, standing up so you can attempt to look a little more dignified as you confront Theo. Harry, on the other hand, looks as though he regrets his decision to enter the kitchen in the first place. Despite this, you hadnât missed the way he furrowed his brows when Theo spoke. âEven if Harry wasnât looking at you like you were speaking gibberish, I would know that youâre lying. Itâs a Horcrux youâre leaving to get. Not the weekly food shop.â
Harry snickers at this, though quickly turns it into a cough when Theo sends him a withering glare. Sighing, you decide to ignore him for the moment and turn to Harry instead
âBe safe,â you say, gentler than before. âAnd donât be a hero, just try and get out of there safely.â
âPfft,â Harry waves you off, a sarcastic tone entering his voice. âWhen have you known me to do that?â
You roll your eyes, cracking a smile as he walks away, supposedly to find the rest of the group.
âDonât I get a âbe safeâ as well?â Theo tries for a casual, joking voice. A hint of irritation seeps through it though. You shift on your feet a little awkwardly, slightly flustered at his obvious jealousy.
âUhm, okay. Bye,â you say stiffly, fiddling with the loose string of your cardigan sleeve so you have something to do with your hands other than ball them up at your sides. Theo seems to be satisfied with the curt response, or more likely your lack of insults, and he nods, turning away to leave. As you watch him walk away, a familiar sense of anxiety bubbles up in your stomach and you blurt out the only thing you can think of. âDonât die!â
He slowly turns around, very clearly holding back a grin. You think you might thump the boy. âWill you forgive me if I come back alive?â
âWell,â you huff, crossing your arms. As petty as it may be, youâve always found it hard to loosen a grudge. You settle for a shrug instead. âCome back alive first and then Iâll see.â
Theo takes two steps forward and closes the short distance that was previously allowing you to keep a cool- well, cool-ish, head. He keeps both arms behind his back, however, as he dips his head down slightly.
âMy sweet, stubborn girl,â Theo says in a low voice. His proximity flounders you for a moment and you donât even protest that no, youâre not his anything. The way your breathing turns shallow would be contradicting that greatly though. âIâll try my best. And if I donât come back alive, I promise you can yell at my ghost.â
You scowl, and this time you actually do thump him on the arm. âYouâre not funny, you idiot. Now, go. I can already hear Mattheo irritating the patience out of Harry.â
Theo gives you a little two-fingered salute and a wink before he walks away again, leaving you alone with a funny feeling in settling in your stomach.
You arenât the only one who sits anxiously in the living room waiting for the group to return with the infamous Horcrux. Ron has eaten his way through three bowls of cereal and rapidly makes a start on his fourth while Hermione tries to distract herself with reading a book that she hasnât noticed is upside down.
After another hour goes by, Ginny, who was previously pacing up and down the stairs, sighs and turns Hermioneâs book the right way up which startles her, causing her to give up altogether.
You sit cross-legged and completely still, other than switching your legs every time one of them goes numb. Eventually, you get so sick of watching Mrs Weasley mop over the same spot on the floor for the fifth time that you jump up from your seat, causing her to start and knock over the bucket of dirty mop water all over the floor.
âOh, dear,â she mutters, waving her wand and siphoning all the water up in a second.
âSorry, Mrs Weasley,â you say, wincing. âIâm just a little stressed since itâs been ages already-â
You get cut off by Hermione gasping at the sound of the front door opening along with voices. She grips your arm tightly. âTheyâre back!â
Barely registering the pain of her nails digging into the skin of your arm, you waste no time in running into the hall with the others to greet everyone at the door. You canât help the relieved smile on your face when you do a quick head count and find everyone present.
As you get closer, you see how exhausted they look. Not to mention the fact theyâre dripping water all over the rug. Harry stands at the front of the group looking like he might collapse if he stands any longer and Hermione and Ron pick up on this as they rush over to help him inside.
As they stumble him across the hall, you stop craning your neck as Theo comes into view. The relief you previously felt leaves you faster than your body knows how to deal with and you have to force yourself to breathe when you take in the state of him.
At first glance he doesnât look particularly worse than the rest. They all have a vaguely haunted look in their eyes along with a sickly pallor like they havenât seen the sun in days.
But the way Mattheo and Lorenzo are holding him up brings attention to the fact that all of his weight is being put on one leg. The other, to your horror, has a deep, bloody gash trailing down his thigh and onto his calf. The sight of blood steadily dripping onto the floor below has you frozen, almost mesmerised in a terrible way, and itâs not until Dumbledore speaks that you snap out of it and to attention.
âMiss Y/L/N, if you could please fetch Madam Pomfrey for me,â Dumbledore asks, his voice a lot calmer than you feel. You nod, turning away quickly before Theo can see the panic which is probably clear as day on your face.
It takes a scary second to find Madam Pomfrey, but as soon as you do, she gets down to business preparing her supplies in the living room which is as far as Theo seems to be able to make it.
He lays on the sofa, breathing shallowly as Madam Pomfrey crouches down beside him to begin assessing the wound. Peering at it closely, she looks up at Dumbledore sharply. âInferi?â
âIâm afraid so,â he replies solemnly and you let out a choked sort of whimper.
âMerlin,â Ron whispers, looking like he might be sick. Whether thatâs because Madam Pomfrey is cleaning Theoâs leg, or because of the mention of Inferi, you arenât sure. âWhat the hell were you guys doing?â
âAll will be explained, Mr Weasley,â Dumbledore reassures him, looking over his spectacles. âHowever, I must insist that for now we allow dear Madam Pomfrey to tend to Mr Nottâs injuries.â
âWill you be able to heal him?â Mattheo asks, swallowing hard. The concern in his voice for his best friend has your heart clenching and you look to Madam Pomfrey just as earnestly for an answer.
âYes, I dare say I can,â Madam Pomfrey says grimly, but she pulls out a couple little bottle of potions from her bag with a frown. âThat doesnât mean it wonât be extremely painful, unfortunately.â
âCanât imagine what pain feels like,â Theo mumbles, shifting his position on the sofa slightly and wincing. His face goes whiter than before and he shuts his eyes tightly from the pain, but he still manages to talk, however hard it may be. âNot like Iâve just had Inferi mistaking my leg for their lunch.â
âNo talking and no moving,â Madam Pomfrey instructs Theo, sending him a stern glare.
âSorry-â
âShhh!â you hiss, giving him a glare of your own. Theoâs eyes flutter open slightly and his lips quirk up when he sees you leaning over him as close as you can get without Madam Pomfrey shooing you away.
His smile quickly drops when Madam Pomfrey pours some purple liquid into the open wound, causing it to hiss and smoke. The groan that leaves Theo has you holding your breath and you fight the urge to shut your eyes and turn away.
âMerlin, I canât watch,â Lorenzo gags, his skin turning even sicklier than before. Turning away, he holds onto Mattheoâs shoulder to steady himself, the latter looking more interested than anything as he peers at Theoâs sizzling cut. Lorenzo shakes his head and holds a hand over his mouth every time he can hear Madam Pomfrey pouring more of the potion. âOh, God, thatâs disgusting.â
âMr Berkshire, if you are unable to watch, then donât,â Madam Pomfrey snaps, screwing the bottle shut and grabbing another one. She waves her hand in an impatient shooing motion. âIn fact, everyone out. Now! This isnât a Quidditch match, for heavenâs sake!â
Dumbledore starts filing everyone out and you consider staying for a minute but Madam Pomfreyâs raised eyebrows have you hurtling out of the room with everyone else. Theo starts to say something, but a drop of something else makes him grit his teeth and the green smoke produced by the potion follows you out the door.
The next hour or so is filled with Harry, Mattheo and Lorenzo being fussed over by Mrs Weasley, who insists on them going up to bed once theyâve cleaned up and changed into dry clothing. Unfortunately for the rest of you, this means you wonât be getting an update any time soon. Dumbledore is, as always these days, nowhere to be seen.
âI wonder if they found the Horcrux,â you say under your breath to Hermione as she anxiously taps her foot against the kitchen floor.
âThey did,â she says grimly, glancing impatiently at the clock. She has her thinking face on, brows furrowed and gaze distant. âIt was in a cave in the middle of nowhere. Harry quickly told me before Mrs Weasley sent them off. I wonder when theyâll wake up though⊠They didnât look too happy, and I have a feeling it wasnât all to do with Nott.â
You nod slowly, a weight lifting off your chest despite the last part. If, after all this, they hadnât retrieved the Horcrux, you think youâd probably have gone to the bloody cave yourself.
âTheodoreâs resting now, anyway,â Hermione adds, giving you a quick glance as though sheâs waiting for a reaction. You keep your face as impassive as you can, attempting a casual nod. âMadam Pomfrey says heâs healing nicely and his leg will be fine. Itâll just be a bit sore for a few days. Iâm sure heâs awake if you want to go see him.â
âI might,â you mumble, shrugging. You try to sound flippant, but the urge to clamber out of your seat probably shows because Hermione rolls her eyes at you.
âOh, why donât you just put him out of his misery?â she asks, her words coming out at the speed of light, like sheâs been wanting to say it for a while. You blink at her in shock. Sighing, she leans over the table and her tone becomes gentle. âI know he lied to you, and you should be angry with him for that! But⊠well, itâs been a really awkward few days with him asking us where you are every second of the day. And, technically, he was never really a Death Eater, he was helping our side!â
Hermione takes a deep breath and exhales, slumping back in her seat as she waits for your reaction. You try not to laugh. âHow long have you been holding that one in?â
âSince the second he turned up here,â she says, sagely. âNow, donât change the subject! Go and see him. Go on, off you go!â
You stand up, swiftly dodging Hermioneâs flapping hands to try and rush you out the door. âOkay, Iâm going. Itâs probably about time anyway,â you grumble, a fond smile creeping up on you nonetheless.
Looking satisfied, Hermione stops trying to usher you out and you make your way over to the living room again. The door is open and you sigh with relief when you notice the room is empty, bar Theo whoâs in the same position as he was the last time you saw him. His eyes are shut and you wonder if heâs sleeping until you step on a creaky floorboard and he cracks one eye open.
âHey,â you say quietly, tip-toeing into the room to perch on the coffee table adjacent to the sofa. âDid I wake you?â
âNah,â Theo replies, moving to sit up as much as he can. You suspect heâd have the same answer even if he was asleep. He looks a lot more awake than he did before and you feel your chest squeeze tightly when you realise how glad you are. Theo seems to notice this and he reaches over to hold one of your hands, detaching it from the way you grasp them both together. âI promised you Iâd come back alive, didnât I?â
You snort, shaking your head at his ability to be so chipper. âAlive and dripping blood all over the carpet. You know if Kreacher finds out it was you, heâll murder you in your sleep, right?â
âIt doesnât count if I die now,â Theo protests, frowning as if youâre talking about a serious possibility and not joking. âDeal was youâd forgive me if I came back alive after finding the Horcrux, remember?â
âHm,â you hum, pretending to think deeply about it as he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It causes you to momentarily lose your focus. âWhat I remember saying is that I would think about it.â
Theo shakes his head, a look of mock concern overtaking his features. âI think the stress of my injury has gotten to your memory⊠What I remember is you vowing to forgive me the moment I stepped foot in this place.â
âI think Madam Pomfreyâs painkillers are getting to you,â you say drily, moving to kneel on the floor next to him.
âShe didnât use any,â Theo grumbles, looking mournfully at the bandages on his leg. âSheâs really sadistic, Iâm telling you.â
You laugh, ducking your head so you arenât flustered by the way Theoâs eyes focus on your smile with a grin of his own.
âYou know what she told me would help with the pain?â Theo asks quietly, his enviously long eyelashes fanning over his cheekbones as he looks down at you, almost nervously.
âLet me guess,â you say, sitting up so the distance between your faces is much shorter now. âA kiss to make it all better?â
âHealerâs orders,â he says, shrugging. His breathing quickens when you donât move away and he swallows hard, eyes dropping lower to your mouth when you bite your lip to stop from cracking a smile. âIâm not saying you have to, but if youâre okay with going directly against her orders, then-â
You cut him off by pressing a lingering kiss to his lips and he inhales sharply, unmoving for a split second before parting his lips and deepening the kiss. Theoâs hands move to your waist where he uses his remaining strength to hoist you up onto the sofa next him, one of your legs thrown over his waist as you half-straddle him.
You gasp into his mouth when he nips at your bottom lip and the sound he makes in the back of his throat has your cheeks warming up and you kiss him harder. The fact itâs been so long since youâve even been near him has you both kissing for what feels like hours and you only pull away when you need to breathe and youâre worried youâre leaning on Theoâs leg.
Pulling away, you scan Theoâs face and pause for a second to take in his beautiful features. His eyes are blown wide like he canât believe heâs here with you, kissing you. A warm feeling starting in your stomach spreads all the way down to the tips of your fingers as he looks at you.
âAny other very important requests from the Healer?â you ask breathlessly, feeling a shiver run down your spine where Theo lightly skims his fingers. A dangerous smile overtakes his face and his lips, pink and swollen from kissing you, curve up, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.
âI think she mentioned something about a sponge bath?â
You whack his arm and he yelps, grabbing your wrist to stop you assaulting him further. âHey, Iâm an injured patient!â
âYour leg is injured, not your arm.â
âIt is now,â he says, pouting as he rubs dramatically at his bicep where you lightly thumped him. He grumbles when you roll your eyes and press another kiss to his lips to get him to stop pouting. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
âHm,â you hum, settling your face in his chest and sighing at the warmth of his arms, feeling him smile against your forehead where he kisses you.
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Very first - Lewis Hamilton NSFW
Request: First time with Lewis. I had 5 requests for that and I hope I did it justice (sorry for how long it took for a couple of those requests)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: unprotected sexual activities, all sorts.
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a/n: Haven't written in first person in so long, but all the drafts felt better like this. Also, it's huge, ops. Hope you guys like it.
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It was easy with him, too easy maybe, but that's what made it so damn nice.
âSo,â I started, turning to him with a half-smile. âYou want to come up?â
Weâd spent the morning driving through the countryside, talking about everything and nothingâhis races, my job, the ridiculousness of the price of avocados.
His eyes met mine, and I could see the question there, like he was trying to read me. âYou sure?â
It was cute that he was being cautious, but come on, we both knew why I was asking. I nodded, keeping my voice light. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
I wasnât sure if it was the countryside air or just the fact that we had spent the day away from the madness of London, but today felt different.
Calmer, somehow.
I led him up the stairs to my apartment, trying not to think too much about how it had been a while since Iâd let anyone in here.
Literally and figuratively.
âWelcome to my humble abodeâ I said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
He hesitated in the doorway, taking it all in.
My place was small, but it was mineâbooks, plants, a blanket that I was probably too attached to. It wasnât flashy like the places he was used to, but I liked that about it.
âNice place,â he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
âIt does the jobâ I replied with a shrug, kicking off my shoes. âMake yourself at home.â
He followed suit, slipping off his sneakers and setting them neatly by the door. âIt suits you. Feels⊠grounded.â
I let out a soft laugh. âThatâs one way to put it.â
He leaned against the counter as we headed into the kitchen to grab some water.
But when handed him the glass, and our fingers brushed, it was fireworks all over again. God, how was I still reacting like a teenager with a crush?
âThanks,â he said, taking a sip. âSo, today was fun.â
âIt was,â I agreed, taking a drink to give myself something to do with my hands. âItâs nice to get out of the city for a bit. The countrysideâs got this whole other vibe.â
âYupâ he said, setting his glass down. âNice to just⊠let it go.â
âEven from the racing?â I teased, raising an eyebrow.
âEspecially from the racing,â he chuckled, shaking his head.
There was a beat of silence, and I could feel the shift in the air between us, that tension that had been simmering since our last date starting to bubble up again.
The last time⊠well, things had gotten pretty heated until his phone rang, snapping us both out of it.
It was a close call, but Iâd pulled back, sticking to my rule. No rushing into things. Iâd done that before, and it never ended well.
But this time, he was making it very hard for me to stick by that rule.
I wanted him, and from the way he was looking at me, Iâd take a pretty good guess he wanted me too.
I took a step closer, letting my hand find his. That simple touch was all it took for the tension to skyrocket, and before I knew it, we were closing the distance between us, lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but tentative.
His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
God, the man could kiss.
It was the kind of kiss that made you forget where you were, who you were, and why you ever thought not doing this was a good idea. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed me was anything but.
There was urgency there, a hunger that only fueled into my own, and I could feel it in every brush of his lips, every tug of his fingers on my shirt.
I pressed myself against him, deepening the kiss as I let my hands roam up his back, memorizing the feel of him.
The muscles there were as solid as they looked, and I couldnât help but think that this man was literally built for this kind of thing.
I mean, I had the image of what he looked like shirtlessâhell, half the world didâbut feeling it under my fingers was a whole different story.
He let out a low groan against my lips, and I was losing myself in the kiss, in him, and for a second, I almost didnât care about anything else. Almost.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. âY/nâŠâ
The way he said my name, low and rough, made me want to pull him back in and never let go.
But there was something in his voice that made me pause.
âYeah?â I whispered, my hands still resting on his shoulders, my eyes closed shut.
âI just⊠I donât want to rush youâ he said, his voice soft but serious. âI know last time⊠I donât want you to feel pressured.â
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my heart doing that stupid fluttering thing again.
Damn, he was really being careful, wasnât he? But I appreciated it. More than Iâd probably let on.
âLewisâ I started, taking a breath. âI want this. I want you. And Iâm not saying that lightly.â
He studied me for a moment, like he was searching for any sign of hesitation. But there wasnât any. Not this time.
âYouâre sure?â he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
I nodded, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw tentatively. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
That was all it took.
He kissed me again, and this time, there was no holding back.
And damn, if it wasnât about time.
We barely made it through the hallway before his lips found mine again, pressing me against the wall with just the right amount of pressure.
God, he was good at this. I could feel the heat between us, the urgency in his touch making it clear where this was heading.
âBedroom?â I mumbled against his lips, not really wanting to break the kiss but knowing we couldnât just do this against the wall like teenagers.
Although, thinking it back the idea didnât sound so bad.
As soon as we stepped inside his eyes landed on the teddy bear sitting in the middle of my bed. Of course.
âWhatâs this?â he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pointed to the bear.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to let him see how much I loved that he was trying to lighten the mood.
âThatâs Mr. Bear, and heâs not going anywhere, so youâll just have to deal.â
âMr. Bear?â He picked it up, inspecting it like it was some kind of artifact. âWell, I guess Iâll have to make sure he approves.â
âHeâs a tough cookieâ I quipped, crossing my arms and giving him a look. âBut you might want to focus on impressing me instead.â
âOh, I plan on it,â he murmured, setting the bear down gently on the bedside table before turning back to me, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something much more intense.
He stepped closer, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. âCan IâŠ?â
I sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused. âLewis, if you ask me for permission one more timeâŠâ
He grinned, but there was something softer behind it. âJust making sure, loveâ
âI know,â I cut him off, my voice softer too. âBut trust me, I want this. I want you.â
He held my gaze for a moment longer, then nodded, slipping his hands under my shirt and lifting it over my head.
His fingers grazed my skin, causing goosebumps down my skin as he took his time, clearly trying to be as gentle as possible, maybe even allowing for the time for me to back off.
It was sweet, really, but I was starting to get impatient.
âLewis,â I said, a warning in my voice.
He chuckled, his hands moving to the waistband of my jeans. âOkay, okay. Iâll stop asking.â
âGoodâ I muttered, stepping out of my jeans as he slid them down my legs.
When I was finally standing in just my lingerie, his eyes roamed over me, and I could see the wantâwas it also awe? âin his eyes.
âI donât think itâs fair,â I said, my voice teasing as I reached for the hem of his shirt.
âWhatâs not fair?â he asked, his eyes meeting mine with a tense stare.
âThat youâre fully dressedâ I replied, tugging at his shirt. âEspecially when half the world uses your abs as gym inspiration.â
He laughed then; a deep, genuine sound that made my heart skip a beat. âWell, we canât have that, can we?â
He raised his arms, letting me pull the shirt over his head. And yeah, the man was every bit as ripped as I had imagined.
I already knew what was under there, but damn, it was something else to see it up close like this.
And the tattoos. Those damn tattoos.
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and he watched me with that same intense gaze, like he was studying every move I made.
It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that second.
âBetter?â he asked, his voice low as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
âMuchâ I whispered, my fingers trailing down to his abs, feeling them tense under my touch.
His breath hitched slightly, and I couldnât help but smile.
It was nice to know that I wasnât the only one feeling a little overwhelmed by this. He might be Lewis Hamilton, but right now, he was just a guy standing in front of me, and I was the one making him nervous.
He softly guided my chin up and smiled, that stupidly soft and loving smile, before leaning into my lips, my hands exploring his back, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach.
He took his time though, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, and only then pausing at the clasp of my bra.
With his lips still hovering over mine he breathed into me. âCan IâŠ?â
I rolled my eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. âYes, Lewis. You can.â
And with that â and with his lips back on mine â he undid the clasp, letting the bra fall away as his hands moved over my now bare skin
Finally. And damn, if I wasnât loving every second of it.
His lips started to trail from my collarbone down to the swell of my breasts, taking detours to worship every inch of skin he found on the way.
By the time his mouth reached my belly, I was practically trembling with anticipation.
When his fingers brushed the lace of my underwear, I couldnât help the hiss that escaped my lips.
He paused, looking up at me with those deep, dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. Without a word, he moved back up to capture my mouth with his, as if soothing the impatience brewing inside me.
And I was impatient. The slow, deliberate pace was driving me insane, and he knew it.
I kissed him back hard, my hands roaming down his sides until they found the waistband of his boxers.
I was more than ready to speed things up, and as I slipped my hand under the fabric, I was pleasantly surprised to find him already half-hard.
âGuess the rumors werenât exaggerating,â I murmured against his lips, my fingers brushing over his length.
He responded with a low growl, one hand angling my head as he kissed me again, harder this time, effectively shutting me up.
But he never stopped me from continuing my exploration. I traced the outline of his dick through the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched under my touch.
Knowing I could get this kind of reaction from him was a high I probably wouldnât get over for a minute.
When he finally broke the kiss, I met his gaze, silently asking for permission to go further. âItâs all yours, babe.â He chuckled, a sound that made me want to attack him and hide all at once.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.
The moment his dick sprang free, I couldnât help the way my breath caught in my throat.
He wasnât impossibly long, but he was definitely above average, and the girthâGod, the girthâwas enough to make my pulse quicken.
He was watching me, of course, catching every flicker of reaction on my face.
When he noticed my wide-eyed surprise, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. His smile was warm, reassuring even âWeâll take it slow.â
I nodded, grateful for his patience even as it frustrated me. I returned his smile, my fingers wrapping around his length. His breath hitched the moment I touched him, and I couldnât help but bat my eyes at him playfully.
âGosh, youâre troubleâ he muttered, his voice rough with desire.
I grinned, taking my time as I began to pump him, feeling the weight and heat of him in my hand.
When I reached the tip, I leaned down to press a kiss there, delighting in the way he shivered at the contact.
âSensitive here, huh?â I teased, looking up at him.
Whatever retort he had in mind was lost when he dragged me back up to his lips, his hands firm on my hips as he effortlessly maneuvered me onto the bed, pressing my back against the headboard.
His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. âIâm good, love. But we need to make sure youâre readyâ he murmured, his statement a promise to my ears.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me again, trailing kisses down my body with single-minded focus.
When he reached my inner thighs, he took his time kissing through the fabric of my lace underwear, and I couldnât help the whimper that escaped my lips.
âDonât tease,â I breathed, hating how desperate I sounded.
He giggledâthat soft, infectious sound that Iâd grown to love. âJust making sureâ he whispered, his fingers hooking around the strings on my hips, slowly pulling the lace down and off.
As he finally took in the sight of my exposed cunt, his expression shifted into something almost reverent, like he was savoring the moment. He leaned down, leaving featherlight kisses on my outer lips, the gentle touch driving me wild.
âLewisâ I groaned, the frustration in my voice clear. âPlease.â
He smiled against my skin, his breath hot against my thigh. âPatience, love. Iâm just getting started.â
The first tentative lick sent a shockwave through my body, and my hands immediately grabbed at the sheets, fingers curling tight.
Every nerve on me was on fire, heightened by the slow, deliberate pace he was setting.
And just when I thought I might float away, he hooked an arm around my hips, anchoring me in place. His other hand found mine, fingers intertwining, as if he needed to connect with me anymore.
His eyes never left mine, and even if I wanted, I couldnât really stop watching as his tongue lapped up my clit. A gasp escaping my lips as the pleasure spiked through me.
âFuck,â I muttered, barely coherent.
He continued, his tongue moving with just the right pace, not rushing, just giving me enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
When he felt I was wet enough, he let go of my hand, moving it down to tease at my entrance with a single digit.
âIâll need words from here, loveâ he murmured, his voice muffled. âTell me what you like.â
âDonât stop,â I managed to say, my voice shaky, almost pleading. âJustâdonât stop.â
With a grin, he slid a single finger inside me, his own hiss vibrating through the room as he felt my walls.
âYouâre so tight,â he breathed, a note of awe in his voice. âThis is gonna be heaven.â
He took his time, exploring with just that one finger, feeling around until he found the spot that had me squirming under him. When he hit it, I couldnât help the moan that tore from my throat, my hips bucking involuntarily.
âFound itâ he said with a satisfied smile, his eyes locking onto mine.
Then he added a second finger, the light stretch already making me gasp.
He started a scissoring motion, opening me up, getting me ready. All the while, his tongue didnât let up, lapping at my clit in perfect rhythm, just enough to keep me on edge without pushing me over.
The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with my ragged breathing and his low murmurs of praise.
He was studying me, like he was learning exactly how to make me fall apart under him.
After what felt like an eternity of this sweet torment, he finally pulled back, sitting on his heels.
I watched as he switched to his middle and ring fingers, angling them just right before sliding back into me.
The feeling was delicious, and when he curled his fingers and found that spot again, I cried out, my hips lifting off the bed.
âEasyâ he murmured, his free arm holding me in place as he started a relentless up-and-down motion.
His thumb brushed over my clit, making my breath caught in my throat and my head spin.
I was completely at his mercy, the pleasure building and building until I could hardly breathe.
The wet noises from where his fingers worked inside me were obscene, mingling with the desperate little sounds I couldnât hold back.
He kept on the soft praises, but they were swallowed by my moans as I got closer and closer to the edge.
And then it hit.
My vision went white, and all I could do was hold onto his arm on his hips, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over me again and again. My whole body tensing before it felt like it had shattered into a million pieces.
He didnât stop until he was sure Iâd ridden out every last bit of it, his fingers slowing their movements but never letting up until I was trembling beneath him.
Only then did he pull his fingers out.
When I finally came back to myself, I found him watching me with a look that was equal parts smug and adoring.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as if sealing the moment. âYou okay?â he whispered, his voice gentle now.
I could only nod, too blissed out to form a coherent thought, let alone words.
And then he had the nerve to ask if I had one more in me, and again all I could do was nod.
But apparently, that wasnât good enough for him. âI need words,â he insisted, and barely managed to get out âFucking hell, youâre not leaving me without the rest.â
He laughed, the sound rich and warm, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldnât deny how endearing it was.
How many green flags could one guy have? Annoyingly checking every damn box.
When he went to his wallet, I knew what was coming next.
He handed me the condom packet, giving me that same patient, earnest look, like he was asking if I could handle one more thing.
I reached for him, giving him a few more pumps just to feel him twitch in my hand. Sliding the condom on, I could feel the heat building again, a rush of anticipation making my heart race.
He adjusted our position like he was handling something preciousâplacing a pillow just under my back, so deliberate and thoughtful.
But when he rested his dick on my inner thigh, all those coherent thoughts I had left my brain like it was suddenly a foreign language, and I remembered the girth.
Holy shit. How was I supposed to handle that?
The weight of him, the sheer size, and the fact that I was supposed to take it in?
Was this man sculpted by the gods or what?
And why did I have to get stuck on how considerate he was instead of focusing on the absolute insanity about to happen?
Before I could spiral any further, he came up to me, his lips brushing mine, dragging me back into the present. âWeâll take all the time you need, okay?â his voice like honey, smooth and sweet.
And there I was, rolling my eyes again, even as the warmth spread through me.
I wanted to snap back, something sassy on the tip of my tongue, but then his tip entered me, and all I could do was hiss at the sensation.
He kissed me through the first thrust, his dick practically ripping through my walls, and my hands automatically went to his back, nails digging into his skin, holding on for dear life.
I tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the stretch, but when he finally stopped, I realized he wasnât even fully in yet.
My eyes shot down, and sure enough, he was still focused, his breathing controlled, and all I heard was a low murmur, âGeez, you really are tight.â
I felt his arms on either side of me, solid and reassuring, and I squeezed them gently. His eyes instantly found mine, filled with concern, and I had to smile softly. âMove, Lewis. Just please, move.â
And then he did, thrusting into me with an agonizing slowness, deeper with each motion, until finally, I felt his balls press against my ass, and he sighed like heâd found what he was looking for.
My mind, however, was a different story.
Holy shit, how was I still breathing? I was split open in the best way possible, and all I could think was how the hell was this man real.
I was sure each thrust was going to create its own memory, and I was teetering between wanting to scream at the top of my lungs and begging him to go even harder.
But there was something about how he movedâdeliberate, careful, like he was savoring every second, every reaction I gave him.
The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, was enough to push me over the edge again. And I could tell he was holding back, trying to keep control, trying to make sure I was okay, even as his own need was practically vibrating through his body.
God, Iâm so screwed, and not just in the physical sense.
I was falling, fast and hard, and there was no stopping it now.
Not when he felt this good, not when he was this good to me.
Every thrust made me crave more, made me cling to him tighter, made me want to lose myself in him completely.
Lewisâs focus was entirely on me, and it was like he was memorizing every gasp, every twitch, every reaction.
It was overwhelming, in the best possible way, but still I needed more.
I wanted to be the one in control, to feel him from a different angle, to see what this manâthis ridiculous, considerate, and sexy manâwould do when I took the reins.
Leaning into his ear, I whispered, âI want to ride you.â
The words were barely out of my mouth before I felt him tense beneath me, half-worried, half-hopeful.
It was adorable, really, how he tried to mask his excitement with concern.
âAre you sure about that?â he asked, and there was that hint of amusement in his voice, but I could also hear the edge of desperation.
Did he really want this as much as I did, maybe even more?
âWeâll take it slow, right?â I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.
I sat up, pulling away just enough to guide him to sit on the bed, and as I moved into his lap, I could feel his heart on his chest.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto his dick, feeling every inch stretch me again, filling me completely.
My lips parted in an involuntary gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as I adjusted to the sensation.
His hands found my waist, gripping tightly as if grounding himself, and when I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me with that same soft smile that always managed to break through my sarcasm.
I couldnât help but smile back, pulling him into a kiss, the kind that had me wrapping me around him.
I started moving, rocking back and forth, feeling the friction build and spiral.
The kiss broke when he moaned against my lips, a sound that only spurred me on, making my moves harder, seeking more.
His hands guided me, helping me rise and fall on him, and every time his tip brushed against my cervix, I saw starts. It was so intense it almost bordered on pain.
I let out a cry, my body trembling at the sensation, and he immediately stilled, concern flashing in his eyes.
âAre you okay?â he asked, and it was almost ridiculous how serious he was, but also incredibly sweet.
I looked down at him, half breathless, half in awe of how he managed to be so considerate, even in the heat of the moment. âGoing to be even better when you drag that other orgasm out of me, like you promised.â
That was all the encouragement he needed. He started to thrust up and I matched him, riding him faster, until I could feel that familiar tension coil tightly in my belly.
I wasnât going to last much longer, and by the way he was groaning beneath me, neither was he.
A few more thrusts, and I stilled, holding him down by his abdomen, feeling the shift in him as he realized what was happening.
He searched my face, and then his expression shifted as he felt my walls clenching around him, my legs shaking as I came undone.
I couldnât keep myself upright, collapsing into his chest as wave after wave washed over me.
Lewis took that moment to start thrusting again, riding out my orgasm, and I was vaguely aware of the way he was holding me, like he didnât want to let go.
I could feel his rhythm faltering, and it wasnât long before he let out a deep grunt, his fingers digging into my waist as he held me in place and his moans were all I heard.
We were both breathing hard, tangled together, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
It was just us, in this moment, and I couldnât help the ridiculous surge of affection for him.
Who knew Iâd end up here, wrapped up in the arms of a guy like Lewis? But here I was, completely wrecked and somehow, already craving more.
As I eased off his lap, I heard a low moan escape his lips, and I giggled as I looked down at him, sprawled out on the bed with a stupid grin plastered across his face.
"Enjoying yourself, are we?" I teased, reaching down to carefully remove the condom, trying to catch the mess inside. He didn't even respond, just lay there looking like the cat who got the cream.
I slipped off to the bathroom, tossing the condom in the toilet before taking a moment to peeâbecause there was no way I was dealing with a UTI when I had Lewis to myself like that.
And just that thought was ridiculous on its own.
When I came back into the bedroom, Lewis immediately pulled me into his arms, almost like he was afraid Iâd vanish if he didnât hold on tight enough.
He was sweet in the aftercare, his voice soft as he asked, âHow was it? How do you feel?â
I could hear the concern laced in his tone, but that grin was still there, tugging at the corners of his lips.
It was impossible not to smile back, even as I decided to mess with him a little. My fingers wandered lower, tracing the lines of his lower waist, and I looked up at him with a teasing glint in my eyes.
âYou knowâ I started, trying to keep a straight face, âI always thought you were a shower⊠Iâm glad to see youâre also a grower.â
Lewis giggled, his chest vibrating under my chin as he shook his head in mock disbelief. âReally?â
âYeahâ I grinned, pressing a kiss to his chest. âI mean, itâs only fair to acknowledge all of your⊠talents.â
He shook his head again, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. âAnd here I thought I had you speechless.â
âYou didâ I assured him, my fingers dancing across his skin again. âBut I canât stay quiet for long.â
He chuckled, pulling me closer, his hand running up and down my back in soothing strokes. âIâm glad. Itâs part of your charm.â
I rolled my eyes at that, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through me at his words. âYeah, well, youâre not so bad yourself.â
His grin softened into something more tender as he looked down at me. âYou make it easy to be sweet.â
I pretended to look annoyed, but the smile on my face gave me away. âOkay, that was disgustingly cute. But fine, Iâll allow it.â
âOh, youâll allow it?â he teased, his hand coming up to gently brush my cheek âWhat if I want to be disgustingly cute more often?â
I hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider it. âI guess I could get used to it⊠as long as you keep up the other stuff too.â
He giggled again, that carefree sound that I was quickly falling for. âDeal. But just so you know, Iâm planning on sticking for a bit.â
I smirked, resting my hand on his chest. âI think I can manage that.â
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You've heard a lot of people say that the honeymoon period only lasts the first few weeks of marriage and that after that things can start to get complicated. But the rule didnât seem to apply to you.
Maybe it was because you two were young and enthusiastic, because you were too busy missing him to think about arguing, or maybe it was just that you really were made for each other.
You often tried to steal as much time as possible from your husbandâs demanding job because being an FBI agent often took him away from you, and sometimes having a few domestic moments was all you both desired.
Grocery shopping was one of those activities that really made you feel like a married couple, and it saved you many trips to the store for food.
âWhich do you prefer? Soy or almond milk?â
âSoy has phytoestrogens and more health benefits in moderate amounts. Almond is for people looking to maintain weight, and although itâs healthy, itâs low in protein.â
âSoy, got it,â you said with a small smile at his intellectual response.
Every time it was grocery shopping day, your job was always to push the cart and grab an item or two within reach, but most of the time, Spencer was the one in charge of selecting your groceries. After all, he had a pretty extensive knowledge of the benefits of each food. He always wanted to take care of you, and since he was often away, one way he could do that was by ensuring you were well-nourished.
âLook, I found some tea,â he announced happily, making you look away from the yogurt section in the fridge to pay attention. âLavender, passionflower, valerianâŠâ
âFor your insomnia?â
âMhm,â he hummed, dropping the boxes into the cart âAnd some mint and lemon for you.â
âYou know me so well,â you smiled sweetly, leaning on the plastic handle, letting him gently caress your cheek.
You two had known each other for so many years that there were details about each other you knew by instinct. You knew his favorite brand of coffee, how he liked it with a specific number of sugar spoons, that you needed to buy him two sets of socks because he always liked mismatched ones, and you knew the exact spot on his head to stroke to help him fall back asleep after a nightmare. He knew you hated wearing shoes indoors, that you had a specific way of sleeping, and that you hated the smell of cinnamon. There were so many things you did as if they were second nature that it seemed impossible to list them all.
The truth is, people at Spencerâs work were quite surprised to find out that not only did he have a girlfriend, but that you were getting married. The event was private, very intimate, and not at all pretentious because that wasnât your style.
You both had no problem moving into a new, slightly more spacious apartment, now that everything was doubled. But you were managing it quite well, to be honest.
You continued strolling through the grocery store, staying close to your husband, and then remembered you needed some bread. You pushed the cart over and stood next to a woman who seemed to be in a dilemma, staring at two loaves of bread as if trying to analyze which was better.
âThe best one is that one,â you said, hoping not to make her uncomfortable. She looked at you confused, so you decided to speak again. âIt has less sugar and the necessary carbs for good nutrition. Thereâs a study about it; itâs true.â
âOh, sweetie, I wasnât looking for the healthiest, just the one with the best quantity and price. Itâs for my kids. Those children could eat an entire loaf in a day, and I canât afford that.â
You laughed honestly and gave her a look of understanding. She was a bit older than you but not old enough to be considered elderly.
âI think youâre right.â
âI love my kids, but I wonât lie⊠sometimes they drive me crazy,â she confessed, and you both laughed again.
âDarling, do you want me to make pasta for you this week? Rossi taught me a recipe thatâŠâ
He trailed off when he noticed you had company, and for some reason, he suddenly felt shy.
âThatâs fine, love. We can eat whatever you want,â you replied kindly. âI already have something to go with it.â
You winked at him when he noticed the wine you had tossed into the cart, and then he smiled and went off in search of the necessary ingredients.
âYour boyfriend?â
âHusband,â you corrected her. There was a strange pride in saying that.
âHusband! Oh, thatâs so sweet. How long have you been married?â
âWeâll be married for four months next week.â
âYoung love, so beautiful,â she sighed, as if nostalgic for a time that now seemed too far away. âAnd he helps you with the shopping?â
âI help him, actually,â you laughed. âHeâs the one who selects everything. Before we got married, I had the worst eating habits, and he hated that. So we try to eat better now.â
âMarriages are so different now,â she said, and upon hearing that, you expected to endure a conservative speech and internally dreaded it. âMy husband never joins me for things like this; heâs not even interested. In this and in much more, to be honest. And itâs nice to see that girls nowadays can have these kinds of relationships. You know, where theyâre supported.â
Somehow, that touched your heart, and suddenly you wished you could hug the woman, but you held back. Then, you looked over at Spencer. He was in the vegetable section, apparently comparing two bags of spinach. You could recognize him in a crowd without a doubt, with his slouched posture, his messy hair (freshly cut, by the way), and his peculiar formal attire.
You had always appreciated having the man in your life, even when you didnât have a romantic relationship, but you had never stopped to think how lucky you were that he had decided to love you.
âIâm glad too,â you said in what was barely a whisper.
You didnât say anything else. The woman said her goodbyes kindly, and you just smiled at her, too busy gazing at the man with loving eyes. You stood there watching him, and when he approached, he couldnât help but notice your strange expression.
âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. I just had a very revealing conversation with that woman.â
âHuh, yeah?â he hummed, dropping a collection of items into the shopping cart âAnd what was it about?â
âAbout you,â you answered casually, lifting your hands to place them on his chest and then sliding them to his cheeks âTalking to her reminded me that youâre the best husband in the world.â
Carefully and affectionately, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a loud kiss on him. Spencer laughed as his cheeks blushed, returning the favor with a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âI donât know if I am, but I try.â
âAnd thatâs why I love you,â you confessed sweetly.
And then, it was Spencer who felt lucky.
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Could you do a (romantic but.. crush stage) headcanon of Alastor helping the reader and the reader gives him a kiss as a thank you and Alastor is like "what the hell was that?" Reader genuinely feeling bad for kissing him and Alastor says "you should be sorry" but then Alastor starts to constantly help the reader (even more than before) and everyone in the hotel knows what he's doing but reader is dense. Then eventually alastor just bursts into her bedroom shouting "FOR FUCK SAKE WHY WONT YOU KISS ME" (maybe not that but same energy)
Please and thank you :>
I'm just gonna...combine these two...
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
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ïžRomantic
âïžPlatonic
TW: Alastor being jealous, DOORS, Saucy?
Description: âïžâŹïž
You gave affection freely to those around you, everyone got a hug or a small peck on the cheek
So when you're struggling with something and Alastor helps you out? It's only natural for you to give him a quick kiss on the cheek
It's his reaction to it that makes you think you made a mistake in doing so, his body going stiff and gaze dark
You step back as you start to notice a green haze around him and the glass on his monocle cracking
"Don't you ever do that again, my dear."
"I'm-I'm sorry, Alastor-"
"You should be."
And just like that, he's back to normal, carrying on like nothing had happened and humming a jolly tune
But you still feel so guilty for making him so uncomfortable, that was the last thing you wanted
So you work hard to do better, to respect his boundaries and keep a respectful distance
It's not until later when Alastor has time to think about it that he actually realizes that he kinda enjoyed it
And that he's envious of the others who now freely get to soak up your attention and affection for doing little tasks
Like Husk getting scritches and scratches under his chin because he carried a box for you
Angel getting a warm hug with lots of nuzzling and cooing, all because he used his multiple arms to help you cook
Vaggie sheepishly accepting a thank you kiss because she caught you when you almost took a dive down the stairs
Charlie and Niffty are the worst offenders, always helping you and just eating up your praise and hugs
And now whenever Alastor helps you... you just give him a meek thank you and dash off
He's left there waiting for his hug and kiss that won't ever happen
He's not jealous, he told you not to thank him with physical affection
He just didn't realize that he was shooting himself in the foot when he snapped at you
So he starts trying to tempt you into it, taking every opportunity to help you out with every little thing
Alastor will physically shove the others out of the way in order to be the person who helps you out
And he never gets the proper thank you that he's looking for
It's getting to the point where you're driving him insane with those kissy lips and warm embraces
Why won't you just fucking give him some attention!? Oh yeah. Because he ruined it for himself
You do tell him that you're grateful for him and his help, sweetly smiling at him but keeping yourself at a distance
But it's not enough, he wants what everyone else is getting and then some
He hates being excluded or not being special and it's even worse when it comes to you
Alastor's thin patience suddenly snaps when one day while he's out running errands with you
The two of you bump into Zestial and the great overlord opens a door for you, earning a soft kiss on his cheek
It would almost be cute watching you struggle to do that, considering Zestial's height
But instead...Alastor is fucking irritated đ€
Zestial takes it well and you continue to run errands with Alastor for the rest of the day even though he's visibly sulky
His ears are bent back and his eyes are furious
You wonder what you did wrong
He's a bit distant from you for a couple days after that and you miss having him around
Even if you couldn't be with him, you still liked hanging around him and spending time with him
Just when you're starting to feel sorry for yourself and thinking you did something to offend him, wandering the hotel
He shows up by your side and grabs you, miraculously stopping you from almost falling into a fucking hole in the floor that wasn't there yesterday
Charlie is to blame somehow
You're just so happy to see him hanging out with you again that you hug him out instinct
Only to realize you fucked up and try to pull away-
But Alastor's firm grip on you stops you from moving, and he's looking at you in a way that makes your face heat up
"U-uh...um...thank you...Alastor..."
He tuts at you while shaking his head, pulling you flush against him as he leans in closer
"Words won't suffice anymore, my dear~ I'll only accept one thing as payment for my heroic services~"
You definitely don't melt when he suddenly kisses you and if your arms find their way around his neck then...
Who are you to deny him his payment? Kiss that bastard until he's crawling away and begging for mercy
Me hoping I didn't just shoot myself in the foot by bringing up the door thing again..
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YOUR? OUR MARGARET
PAIRING: Leon Kennedy x Single mom!reader
SUMMARY: Life slowed down when Leon first saw those tiny rays of sunlight. But he didn't think he would fall in love with the whole sun. Or: Leon falls in love with a single mother.
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of alcohol, government, leon's traumas, love confessions, Leon is a bit insecure and awkward but he's also a sweetheart and has a soft spot for kids, cheesy and corny type of love, this is just fluff believe me!
WORD COUNT: 4.5k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If I had a nickel for every time I've written about Leon's transition from vendetta to death island I would have two which it isn't a lot but it's funny it happened twice. If you wish to know what song Leon played this is the one I had in mind. As always, I hope you like it. This is my Valentine's Day fic for today!
MY MASTERLIST
Gruesome scenarios and depressive states of mind have tainted Leon's path in life. However, the grizzled and gloomy agent has had a rather rough patch this last year in which he was left alone to die in his own sorrowâRaccoon City, Spain, China and his already-known addiction took a toll on him.
He doesn't have anyone to blame, nor does he want to. Yeah, he could blame the government for stripping him of his innocence and his genuine wish to help people but he felt like he had failed his nation, not the DSO, not the FBI, just him.
Behind closed doors, in the white house and for everyone else he's Agent Leon Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy, and if someone were to ask the president he'd say he's the most trusted weapon the country has.Â
He has grown accustomed. His shield has hardened to the point he's numb to most things he should find disturbing or annoying yet he couldnât help but wish someone would see him the way he really is.Â
A bittersweet feeling grew in Leonâs system. Alcohol no longer brought the same dull sensation thatâd put him to sleep even in the loudest and sleazy bar. So, slowly he grew out of his addiction. Not alone, though. Alongside him were a couple of therapists which he reluctantly confided in. Not because he didnât believe in mental health, but because he thought it wasnât for him.
Also, his friends made his life a bit better. Spare the man the embarrassment, but friendship does indeed make you see the world more colorfully. It was nice hearing his name slip out of his friends' lips. Leon, Leon! Aww, Leon.Â
However, life didnât prepare him for the moment his name was replaced by a:
Dada.
Therapists had told him he should look for a hobby, something thatâd fill those moments where boredom or monotony would push him to fall back into his deadly addictions. And he completely understood, he ought to follow the expertsâ advice in order to actually improve.
It was rather easier, he was not a complicated man.Â
Even before the Raccoon City incident, he loved exercising. Whether it was lifting weights, cycling, or plain running heâd always be found doing something. The mere thought of just lying in bed was something heâd never engage in, especially not now that heâs getting better.Â
So, he combined two things. One he was familiar with and a second one he hasnât been able to really connect with: nature.Â
Near his current apartment, there was a small park in which he goes jogging. Usually, his schedule would only allow him to go there in the early hours of the morning where the only people heâd find were retired grandparents who danced to some Spanish music he couldnât understand.
Peaceful, he liked it.Â
But when he was getting used to his daily morning jogging, a call from work told him they needed him ASAP. So, his little detoxicating activity would be postponed to the afternoon.Â
After dealing with the usual stress from work, calls from Hunnigan, and a rather bothersome headache, he got to his apartment and decided to get ready and not skip his so-needed jogging.Â
The afternoon sky was painted with a hue of blue mixing with the slightest orange color, the gentle breeze hitting Leonâs face as he jogged around the park. His tempo never missed a beat not even after an hour or so between his physical training and some pauses. Sweat fell from his forehead and onto the ground with each step he took, meaning that he was reaching exhaustion.
At last, he found solace under a tree that cast a shadow, perfect for Leon to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, he let his lungs inhale as much air as they could.
His peaceful moment was broken when a tiny voice called out for him. Or rather, mistaken him for someone else.
âDada!â A little girl came walking to where he was seated, wobbly steps trying to reach him.Â
âMargaret!â You appeared out of nowhere before the toddler could reach and hug the stranger. The giggling and excited kid seemed to have heard ârun fasterâ by the way she didnât stop at your call.
A hint of confusion washed over Leon as he watched the scene develop with rather curious eyes. A mop of curly hair running away from your grasp. The white dress turned into a slightly brown color, Leon guessed the child must have been playing in the dirt.
And then a glimpse of a faint smile replaced his previous bewilderment as his eyes fell on you. As you tried catching your daughter, he observed her antics and your patience.Â
Finally, your hands lifted the little one as her tiny legs kicked in the air, ready to run in the air.Â
You fixed Margaretâs dress and messy hair while her bright eyes continued being focused on the man sitting on the grass. Her hands doing the typical âgrabbyâ motion to Leon. Sighing in defeat, you spoke to the man.
âSorry, donât know what happened.â You sheepishly said as you offered the man an apology for your daughterâs previous mischievous actions. âShe usually doesnât call random people dada I assure you.â
âShe gave me quite the scare.â Leon chuckled as he got up from the grass. âMy past actions flashed before my eyes.âÂ
âAs I said, Iâm sorry.â You repeated your words while your daughter tried wriggling her way out of your arms. When she saw that her motherâs grip wasnât budging, she took matters into her own hands.
She started crying.
You werenât letting your daughter play with a stranger, that much you knew.Â
âMy nameâs Leon, by the way.â Leon said, extending his arm, but he pulled back as soon as he saw that you were too busy handling the tantrum your daughter was having.Â
You told Leon your name which easily fell from his lips to confirm he heard you well. âDo you normally come here?â You asked.
âYes, but just in the mornings.â He responded, watching the little one pouting. âSomething came out today so duty called. Cops donât rest.â
âWait, Are you a cop?â You seemed to relax at the revelation and he couldnât help but get a Deja Vu from this little interaction. A friend of his asked him the same question, but at least now he wasnât surrounded by zombies.
âA copâŠâ A whisper came out from Leonâs lips, a playful yet gentle smile formed on his face. âKinda.â
âIâll assume youâre way more important than that.â You adjusted Margaret in your arms when she finally calmed. Although she kept on staring at Leon, her bright eyes focused on him. âBecause if you were indeed a cop or a chief youâd be puffing your chest out.â
âAre they always like that?â He acted surprised.
âHere, in New York? I donât know⊠you tell me.â
Itâs been a while since he last spoke with someone this freely. Surely he has talked with his friends a lot. But they were people he had previously known and shared the same past as him, a connection to the outside world seemed impossible and even greedy in a way.
Soon, both of you found yourselves unable to stop talking, even Margaret chirped from time to time, making her opinion loud and clear. He got to know a bit about you, and you got to know little fragments of his life. The ones who wouldnât lead him to share more than necessary, obviously.
Despite the rough exterior, his constant frowning stopped as a soft expression replaced it. Margaret's chubby hands absentmindedly held one of Leonâs fingers as he spoke with you, blabbering and being overjoyed by his presence.Â
However, her cheerful mood slowly turned sour as soon as she got hungry. Glassy eyes and sobs warned you that the conversation would come to an end.
âYup, I gotta go.â You murmured trying not to bring more stress to your already distressed baby. âIt was nice talking to you.â
âLikewise.â Leon kept his hands in his pockets, unable to come up with anything else. He wanted to say that perhaps they could repeat this. But then again, heâs been so deprived of normal social interactions that he no longer knows if that would sound creepy.Â
âHave a good night.â He decided it would be the wisest thing to do. He watched your soft expression as you took your little girlâs hand and waved goodbye.Â
Ever since that little interaction, his schedule changed. His morning routine was long forgotten. An excuse was made, something between the lines that his shift changed so he has to work in the mornings.Â
And he was delighted to spend time with both of you. The highlights of his whole day would be getting to hear about you and Margaret.Â
Each day that passed meant new memories being made. From the way he got to know Margaretâs favorite ice cream flavor to your childhood dreams. Every detail mattered for him because he could now see how simple life could be.
He tookâboth of you mostlyâ on little dates. Let it be to try a new cafeteria near the park, drinking an americano while Margaret drank from her sippy cut which was filled with chocolate milk.Â
However, there were times in which Margaret would stay with a friend of yours. Allowing you to be alone with Leon. And while he appreciates the joy and happiness your daughter brought, he also loved the moments in which he could focus just on you.Â
Sadly, years of training didnât prepare him to man up and make the first move. When he thought he would brush away every insecurity and second guesses, something would come up.Â
He wanted to grab your hand, the waiter would come at the worst time. He wants to compliment you, he'd almost choke with his own saliva. He wanted to give you a goodbye kiss after driving you home, someone would call him.
It was as if the universe was against him.
Thankfully, you had picked up those hints. And if Leon wasn't the luckiest man out there, you can help him in his predicament.
On a usual afternoon, as Margaret played with the leaves that had fallen from the trees, you shot him a question.
âWould you like to have dinner with me?â
âHuh? Yes, it sounds nice.â Leon absentmindedly replied, thinking it would be like the rest of your dates.
âI mean⊠In my house. I don't think I've invited you yet.â
In the meantime, Margaret had grabbed some leaves which she placed on Leon's hair. The man didn't even react to it, already used to her antics.
âI wouldn't like to intrude.â
âYou wouldn't. See it as a friendly meeting.â
Friendly meeting, of course. He couldnât be so selfish.
âIf you insist.â He says as the little one giggles, her smile just showing two teeth. âWhen would it be?â
âAre you free this 14th?âÂ
He nods, he doesn't even remember if he's in fact free. But he'd make time.Â
Besides, who works on Valentineâs Day?
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He wishes he would've realized about the implications of the day sooner.
The other dates have been nothing but platonic. Of course he had been nervous, biting his nails to the point where had to put on clear nail polish.Â
But this one is for Valentine's Day. Day where people confess their love in dramatic ways. Some lucky people even propose on this date.Â
Leon has been out of the dating game for years. He believes he'll mess it up somehow, especially as he sees the reflection of himself in the mirror.Â
Of course, he knows he's getting better. But his appearance tells everyone otherwise. His hair continues being dark, a big contrast from his past self whose blond hair would be the talk of some people.
The palm of his hand brushes over his stubble cheek. The sensation of those tiny hairs is similar to blades. He looks at his watch, there is no time to shave. The last thing he wanted was to be late on his first date.
He sighs and walks toward the table, on top of it are two bouquets. One has multiple red and pink roses, that one is for you. The other one consists of a single white rose, for Margaret. Even if he has forgotten the basics of dating, he wouldnât go empty-handed to your home.
The drive to your house isnât an easy one. Not because he lacked driving skills, he is pretty much proud of how well he could drive when he is not facing life-or-death situations.Â
He takes his car, just for today. He knows he has to be himself and show you his love for bikes. But he would be lying if he wasnât a tad scared about coming to your house driving his usual motorbike. What would you think? Surely youâd dump him for risking his life or something like that.
But he is so damned anxious. He turns on the radio, trying to muffle his thoughts but the first thing that comes up is a Valentine's Day advertisement. âDonât mess up your date today! Try our newest product andââ Heâs trying, he doesnât know what the ad is talking about but he needs no product for this date to be a success.
He turns off the stupid machine. After all, todayâs music sucks. Nothing personal, he just doesnât like it. Heâd prefer if the radio played real music. Some Deftones and Korn would do.Â
But right now heâd dance to anything. Valentineâs Day, after all, should be a romantic getaway from the normalcy of life. Even though years had made him a corny individual, if itâs with you, romanticism should never die.
Heâs rambling, his head is a mess. He sees himself slow dancing with you, Somethinâ Stupid playing in the background. He foresees a future in which he could paint next to your daughter, suns and trees never looked so pretty as he imagines that scenario.Â
Dating you would come with the whole pack, he knows well. But even at his age, he still feels like a broken child whenever he sees himself in the mirror. Memories of his innocence being stripped away of him and his present still clinging on to the faint threads of hope.Â
So thatâs why he made the promise of taking this relationship seriously. No matter if you end up being nothing more than friends. People often say that you just know when you meet the one. And he saw the beacons of lights announcing the whole sun when he met you and your little one.
Eventually, he reaches your home. Double-checking the address you had previously sent him over text, he confirms this is the place you live in. A modest house, enough for you and Margaret.Â
He switches off the engine and takes out the key from the ignition. Placing his hands one last time on the steering wheel, he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. And with a newfound conviction, he grabs the two bouquets and gets out of the car.
When he walks towards the door, he immediately knocks. If he dared to wait just a second just to calm his anxiety, heâd spend at least 5 minutes staring at the wooden material. So, he sacrifices that priceless time in order to face reality.
A âcomingâ is heard by Leon a few seconds after he knocks. Eventually, the front door opens and you welcome him with Margaret in your arms. âHey.â You greet him, Margaret doing the same as she waves her hand.
âHey, you two.â Leon says with a warm smile, trying to hold back the fact that there hasnât been a better image than this. âI couldnât come empty-handed to your house so I took the liberty to bring you these.â
Leon then hands you the bouquets he had broughtâthe bigger one for you, and the smaller one with a single rose for Margaret.Â
âAre these for me?â A dumb question, of course. But thereâs no harm to ask and surely it would get a nice reply from Leon who has been dancing around the idea of flirting with you. Too scared to come off as awkward and silly.
âI donât see another pretty woman around here.â It slips so smoothly out of his lips. Leon Kennedy, you still got it, he mentally praises himself.Â
âYeah, right.â You roll your eyes, satisfied with the answer you received. âPlease, come in.â
Leon nods and enters your house. The living room was nicely organized, and the way some toys blended in with the decoration brought a smile to his face. The perfect balance between the sober expected room with the colorful and childish playthings.
You set Margaret on the floor not before giving her the rose Leon gifted her. She absentmindedly walks toward the couch and sits down to inspect what an amazing thing the funny man brought.
âWell, looks like she likes them.â Leon hums as he watches how Margaret starts happily tearing the flower into tiny pieces. Her antics filling Leonâs heart, he could get used to this feeling.
He wants to.
âYup, definitely.â And your eyes meet Leonâs, his piercing blue eyes are not cold as he often thinks. They remind you of the beach sea, of the gentle waves and the gentleness they carry.Â
And he sees himself in yours. In your eyes, he isnât a cold and depressed agent who is fighting off the odds. He admires the man heâs becoming. The man who despite everything he has experienced, wants to do better.
âI havenât told you yet butâŠâ Leon trails off as he gathers the courage to do this simple yet nerve-wracking action. âHappy Valentineâs Day.â
He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses your knuckles. A gentleman through and through. If he could win your heart, heâd do anything to protect both of you.
Although he was lying, even if he werenât to win you over, you have already gained a friend who would literally save the world for you to live in with your most beautiful miracle.Â
âYouâre sappy.â You shake your head laughing, but you donât push Leon away. In a way, your teasing comes off as a thank you.Â
âAnd you break my heart.â He chuckles, letting go of your hand which falls to your side.
As it does, your eyes fall on Margaret. While she continues playing with torn pieces of the flower, you see her head swaying slowly from side to side, as if fighting off sleep.Â
âItâs nap time for little Margaret.â You break the silence as you walk toward Margaret whose tiny fingers still try to tear up the already destroyed rose.Â
You pick up Margaret and with the way she isn't getting fuzzy, your assumption was correct. She is fighting against Morpheus, sadly losing.
You glance at Leon who is standing in the same place you left him. Admiring the scene of you carrying your daughter.Â
âWould you like to help me?â You murmur.Â
Of course he does, he wants nothing more but to embark on this new life. He has seen so much horror and for once, he wants to indulge in this domestic dream of his.
âIf you let me.â
Humble, timid, and definitely not showing how enthusiastic he was about helping you.Â
You nod and guide him upstairs. Margaretâs room was just next to yours, even though you prefer to sleep with her, still too nervous about her getting tangled in her own blankets.
As both of you reach the room, shades of pink and white greet Leon. Some toys are scattered around the floor too. Proof of Margaretâs wholesome behavior.Â
Margaret shifts in your arms, her previous peaceful demeanor changing given the frustration of not falling asleep yet. She is pretty much easy to handle when nap time comes, but today is one of those days.
âYou told me I could help.â Leon's hushed voice reaches you. His eyes express the need to assist you in a task like this.Â
âSureâŠâ Your heart flutters as Leon steps up to help you. You indeed asked him if he wanted to come with you. But the fact he had so eagerly accepted the role made you appreciate him even more.
If that was even possible.
As Margaret starts letting out soft cries, you hand her to Leon who is quick to catch her. At first, Margaret is held rather awkwardly which brings a smile to your face before her cries get really serious.
You help Leon by moving his hand. That gains a quiet âok okâ meaning that he got the hang of it.Â
He positions Margaret on his chest, her face seeking the crook of his neck as she continues letting out tiny sobs. With his hand supporting his back, he rocks her.
If anyone were to see him, they'd think he's a father holding his daughter. But in his mind, he's holding your world, his world.Â
Oblivious to it, Leon started humming a song. He doesnât know where he had heard it before. Maybe it came from his mother, a memory he thought was deeply buried in his mind.
Eventually, your baby falls asleep which definitely boosts Leonâs mood as she grins. He's built for this! He thinks.
He lays Margaret in her crib. The little one breathes slowly as she drifts off to dreamland.
Both of you slowly and quietly walk out of the room making sure not to make any loud noise and wake the sleeping princess.Â
As you slowly descend from the stairs and are once again in the living room, Leonâs mind is filled with expectations.
What's next?
What is he supposed to do now?Â
As if on cue, your words break the silence.
âI forgot to order the food.â You sheepishly admit as you nervously laugh. Between cleaning the house before Leon came and taking care of a toddler the fact that a dinner without food wouldn't be a dinner slipped out of your mind.
âI'll do it right now just give me a second to search for this one restauââ
âHey, it's okay.â Leon reaches for your arm before you can walk toward where the phone is. He takes this opportunity to do all the things he has wanted to do with you. To accomplish each one of those silly yet endearing wishes of his.
âBesides⊠this is a great excuse for us to bond more.â
He lets go of your arm but instead, his hand takes out his cellphone. Your eyes curiously watch as he types something.
For a moment, Leon doesn't utter a word and you can see how his fingers are slightly shaking.
Leon looks up from the phone and gives you a gentle smile before he sets the phone aside. After a couple of seconds, the slow and wistful chords of a piano announce the beginning of a song.
âMay I have this dance?â Leon extends his hand toward you.Â
You opt to accept his hand. In the back of your mind, you wanted to tease him one more time. Just like you did when he told you happy Valentineâs. But you feel this is way more important than those simple words.
As your hand locks with his, he pulls you closer to his body. His free arm finds its home in your lower back, not too low to keep it PG and not to discomfort you in this intimate dance.
Letting him guide you, you sway from side to side. His past self wouldn't have imagined that he could reach this level of serenity and tranquility. The simple thought of having a family was like a faraway dream.
Your head rests comfortably on Leon's shoulder, the scent of his cologne being your new favorite aroma. The one that brings you memories from the time you met him to all the dates you had that led to this very moment.
The song continues its course, and the outside world is forgotten for a moment. No words are exchanged as both of you drown in the homely feeling of dancing in each other's arms.
After a while, without lifting his head and allowing his lips to ever so slightly graze against your ears, Leon's voice cut through the peaceful melody.
âLet me in.â He whispers, his hands ever so slightly tightening around your middle section. His words brush against your ear like the soft melody that plays in the background.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âLet me in, in your life. I donât want to ask you to just be your partner.â The weight and truth of his statement turn your head in a messy place. âI want to be part of your life and Margaretâs.â
He wants to stick around, he wants to be greeted by you and Margaret each time he comes back from a mission. He wants to give Margaret the childhood he never had. And, he wants to fulfill every little dream you and he may have.Â
âI want to wake up next to you each morning. To Margaret telling us she's hungry in her own way.â He's always been a man of few words, but in this moment he could recite the whole bible if he wanted.Â
âI want to put Margaret to sleep every day just like I did today. And I want to sleep next to you every night, knowing that you're safe.â
âI don't want you to be a memory.â His lips move to the side of your face, daring to kiss your cheeks in a sweet manner. âI want you to be my whole life.â
Smoothly and with ease, his words fall from his lips while his tempo never falters. His thumb now softly rubs your skin, where his hand is located to support your back in the dance.
He'd want to take pride and tell you he's that good with words. However, many times he has rehearsed this speech that if he had stumbled on his words he'd have let the earth swallow him.
And as the song came to an end, so did Leonâs confession.Â
A few seconds of silence create the worst nightmare in Leon's imagination. He could already hear your words telling him you don't feel the same that you're already in love with someone else orâ
Your knuckles caress Leonâs face, feeling the growing stubble on his cheek and jaw. The sensation of being touched like this has been a long-distance memory that he's completely forgotten what being loved felt like.
He now feels both of your hands cupping his face, prompting him to look you in the eyes. His blue eyes lock with yours and admire the softest of expressions drawn on your face.
As he gazes into you, he can only think how in love he is. And what a good life awaits for him.
And what feels like both an eternity and a split second, your lips connect with his in a tender yet meaningful kiss. One that he's been expecting after all this time.
The one is indeed not a myth.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: I had so much fun writing this. There's something about found family that makes me all soft and sappy lmao. And sorry if my despiction about cops is wrong... I've never set foot in the US so spare your writer the embarrassment. Anyway, I hope you all have a beautiful day! No matter if you spend it with your lover, friends or alone. (Dividers are from: @/cafekitsune)
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housewife || mary earps x reader ||
mary makes a comment about you not doing enough around the house, tipping you over the edge.
"mummy!" dillion cheered as mary walked into the flat. you glanced over the back of the couch to watch as your wife took in the chaotic state of things. you had spent all afternoon loading up the things that absolutely had to be shipped to france, but waited to pack up other things for mary to get home.
"good evening my little prince." mary bent down and scooped dillion into her arms. you watched her set him down again and push him towards his room, muttering for him to pick out more toys to pack up. "you know, if you're gonna be home all day, you could at least clean up a bit. i don't work myself to the bone to come back to this."
"mary, i'll give you one chance to tell me that you're joking," you told her. mary looked at you incredulously, as if she couldn't believe your audacity. you matched her look, resulting in the two of you just staring at each other for a couple of minutes.
"i don't want to fight with dillion here," mary told you. it wasn't a resolution by any means. in fact, it was your warning that this was going to sit and simmer with mary for the rest of the week.
whenever you had met mary, you had lived a very different life. you worked for a big company as a marketing advisor. the lionesses had hired you for help, and once you saw mary, it was love at first sight. the two of you hit it off immediately, and within the next year, you were married. you still worked from home sometimes on various little projects, but nothing that would have distracted you from dillion.
he was your son from a previous relationship, and for almost two years, his father had been involved. mary had been very understanding in letting you take time to yourself to figure things out. eventually, she had suggested that you stay home and focus on family. you had been skeptical for this exact reason, but you had agreed anyway. and for years, it worked until it didn't.
you could see the cracks form almost immediately. mary's frustrations with united seeped into your relationship. she was a great wife, but she had grown angry and demanding. at times, you pondered divorce, but no matter how bad it got, you never even mustered up the courage to leave.
"what's with the box?" mary asked as she watched you carry one of the boxes from the hallway closet into the bedroom. most of mary's things were packed away and set to arrive at the new place in france, but you were still sorting through your things. you'd arrive with mary, and then collect the rest of your things when you flew back to england to finish up the last couple of projects you had left.
"i'm unpacking," you told her. mary looked confused, but didn't say anything. you could still see the anger simmering beneath the surface. dillion was tucked away in his bed, fast asleep. you were glad that he could sleep through anything because you had a feeling that mary was going to blow a gasket when you told her your decision. "i don't think that i'm going to france."
mary's phone clattered to the ground. you winced at the sound and knowledge that it was definitely cracked. still, mary made no move towards it. she just stayed frozen in her spot on the bed. mary had cooled down a bit since she had gotten home, and while she wasn't at the point of an apology, she was willing to talk things out with you and try to listen.
"don't be ridiculous, it's a done deal (y/n)." mary was spiraling, and while you wanted to stop it, you knew that you couldn't just give in to her. "i've signed. we talked about this. it's a big step, but i think that we're ready. dillion is so excited."
"mary, i've been trying so hard, but i can't. things were supposed to be different when you signed to a new club, but they won't be. this rough patch, it's not getting better like i thought. maybe we should take some time apart," you told her. mary's eyebrows furrowed and she sat up on her knees to crawl to the edge of the bed. "i think i'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight."
"no, please don't," mary pleaded with you. she followed you into the living room, where you had obviously done some unpacking after putting dillion to bed. "you're serious, aren't you?"
"yes mary, i am. some days, you're exactly the woman that i fell in love with, but most of the time, i don't recognize you. you're angry, and i get that it sucks, but you can't take it out on me."
"i would never take my anger out on you, never," mary said. she tried to move towards you, but you put your hand on her chest to stop her. "(y/n), i've never laid a finger on you. i wouldn't, no matter what."
"not physically mary. i spent all day moving your things around and making sure that everything was packed up correctly. i did all of this with a hyperactive four year old who is struggling to work through his french workbooks. not to mention that i'm also trying to learn this language for you because i know that maybe if i have a head start, i can help you too. i've been doing so much for so long, but all you can ever do when you're here is lay around and complain. i'm done, i won't live like this!"
the look in mary's eyes was nothing short of regret. she crumpled down to her knees, and if it was anyone else, you would have brushed it off as a performance. because it was mary, you just watched as the guilt took over and she began sobbing. the anger turned inward, and mary donned a look that you hadn't seen in years, not since you had nearly broken up before.
"go up to bed. i'll be back," mary told you. she stood up and began to walk towards the door, pausing when she was behind you. "i love you, don't forget that. i love you, i'm sorry, and i don't know what i'd do without you and dillion in my life. if i'm out of the house when he wakes up, tell him i love him too, okay?"
"mary, where are you going?" you asked her.
"for a walk love, go up to bed," mary told you. she didn't move until you were gone, but you could hear the front door shut from the bedroom. this wasn't by any means the night you had envisioned for yourself when you woke up that morning, but you knew that your relationship needed some space. all you could do was hope that you'd see mary in the morning when you woke up.
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 5 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: With each email written and received, you and Bradley are both aching for more details. While he's thinking about plans for a first date, you get apprehensive, knowing you're going to be devastated when he returns to wherever he calls home after a few days of leave. If the two of you had an opportunity to speak more intimately, there's a chance the details could fall into place.
Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being hot
Length: 4200 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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After much consideration on the matter, you sat down at home that evening with your phone and started to type up a response to Bradley. He wanted to know in an overabundance of detail how you'd feel if he asked to cancel your dinner reservation and chill with takeout instead? You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, and it felt a little bit like he had given you another assignment to work on, but you were planning on being completely transparent with him.Â
Once again, the ease with which you and he communicated, even through the written word alone, was something that made you a little dizzy. A little needy. Bradley had better communication skills and paid you more attention than half of the men you'd dated, and he wasn't even in the same time zone as you.
Bradley,
We got the package you sent. My kids went wild over their personalized notes, as per usual. You've reached full celebrity status in my classroom. We'll be working on sending some notes back to you in the next few days, so brace yourself.
Please remember that you asked me for an abundance of detail here... What would I do if you wanted to change plans? Wanted to spend a quiet evening hanging out at your place instead of going out? In an extreme effort to sound as cool as possible right now... just thinking about this is making me feel warm enough that I need to take a lap around my apartment. I guess first of all, I would tell you that as far as takeout is concerned, I love Thai food the most. I'm not very picky though, so even a generic pizza and some beer would more than suffice.Â
If you said you were tired from work and still wanted to hang out, I wouldn't be too pressed about the details. I would be perhaps a little giddy that you missed me enough to want me around. I'd offer to pick up dinner on my way. I would let you choose the movie. I wouldn't even be upset if you fell asleep. In fact I'd probably just cover you with a blanket and let you doze. There is perhaps no worse feeling than forcing yourself to go out when you just really don't want to. And right now nothing sounds better to me than watching a movie with you on your couch. But I have to know... if you're 6'1", are you too tall to stretch out there comfortably? Where would I end up? Would we be touching? Please reply with an abundance of detail.Â
I know this scenario is purely hypothetical, but it does sound pretty perfect. I'll be thinking about splitting some Thai curry with you on your couch for a long time. Maybe during those couple days of leave when you get back to San Diego, we could meet? I think I would like that, even if you just have one day before you have to get back to your regular routine. And now I need to take another lap around my apartment.
One last thing. The aviator who took my photo on the beach was a woman, but I appreciate your response. I can't guarantee I'll stay off the beach, but I can guarantee that I'll give a guy a chance. Also, what does a girl have to do around here to get a dreamy sunset photo of you?Â
Once again, hitting send before I can change my mind.
You took another lap around your apartment, even going so far as to walk around the block before it got too dark outside. Thai food and Bradley Bradshaw and a movie on his couch. There was a loop playing in your mind where he leaned in and kissed you before calling you 'Gorgeous Girl' and reaching for your hand.
"Why are you torturing yourself like this?" you moaned out loud when you walked back inside all flushed with desire. You took a long bath. You made some sleepy time tea. You sat on your couch with your notebook and worked on lesson plans until it was pretty late, but you weren't tired at all.
Frustrated that you were letting this man take over so much of your brain, you went to your bedroom and plugged your phone in for the night. And that's when you heard the familiar ping, alerting you to the fact that you had a new email.
"No way," you gasped when you looked at the screen. You'd just send him a response two hours ago, and Bradley had already written back. You flopped down onto your bed, wrenching your phone back from the charger as you started to read.
Hey, Gorgeous,
Your answer was enlightening, thank you. Relieved to hear you wouldn't pout about missing the dinner reservation. I love Thai food, but I would absolutely insist on grabbing the takeout and having you pick the movie (nothing with scary spiders, please).Â
I actually don't really fit on my couch too well at all. If I really stretch out, my feet dangle over the arm, and there wouldn't be much room left for you, too. Would we be touching? God, I hope so. Where would you end up? I'm blushing just thinking about the possibilities.Â
You asked for details? Well, I'd ask for permission. If you gave me permission to touch you, we'd be holding hands. If you gave me permission for more than that, then you'd be covering both of us with a blanket, and I'd be holding you a lot closer. I don't think I should provide further details on that right now, actually. Gorgeous girl, you're messing with my head.
If you're feeling generous enough to give me a chance, then I'm feeling generous enough to send you a sunset photo. But frankly a girl like you isn't going to have to do much at all to get whatever she wants. Next decent sunset around here is all for you.
Your Truly,
Bradley
Well, you may never sleep again. You read his email twice before pulling up the photo of him in front of his jet, and your mind started to wander as you looked at his face. No, you'd never sleep again.
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Bradley felt pretty ridiculous. He'd never taken so many photos of himself before in his life. Snapping a few for your class while in his cockpit with all of his gear on was one thing, but trying to get a flattering one of his face with the sun setting in the middle of the ocean was something else entirely. He was alone in a deserted part of the deck, thankful nobody else could see him.Â
"Maybe she won't notice if I'm not in it," he muttered as he snapped one of the setting sun. The sky was glowing a deep orange, and the clouds moving in made everything look even dreamier. He started thinking about you and the fact that you said you were going to give him a chance. The details weren't important. He'd work that part out. When he got back to San Diego, he was going to see if you and he were as compatible in person as you were right now. But the remainder of his deployment was the one thing that was preventing that from happening immediately, and you did ask him for a photo of himself. If you really wanted it, he'd make sure you had it.
He had never been so stressed out about his scars in his adult life before right now. The best photo he took of himself was one where they looked a little more prominent. He'd sleep on it tonight and consider if he wanted to send it or a different one. Usually he didn't care at all. He supposed that in person, women would either talk to him or not, depending upon if they were bothered by the way he looked or not. But you weren't with him in person, and the more detailed the photos were, the more likely you were to dwell on his face now. He really wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
After grabbing an inspired dinner alone in the mess hall, he thought about eating spicy Thai curry on his couch while you and he argued playfully about which movie to watch. Then he thought about you sitting on his lap and maybe even touching his scars which he hoped you wouldn't be bothered by. Then, as he changed to head to the gym, he imagined all the things he thought about but didn't tell you. Like pulling you onto his lap or stretching out on his couch with you lying mostly on top of him. His hand would find a nice resting spot on your back, or maybe even a little lower. His lips would eventually find yours, and the movie would become a distant memory in his mind.
"Shit." Now he was the one who needed to walk a lap before he could even go to the gym. He was already sweating by the time he got there, making it his continued mission to avoid the married woman while he listened to his playlist. He did a few extra reps, knowing you were on dry land in San Diego and wanting to make sure he looked as good as possible. Maybe he could make up for the close up photo of his face with his body.
Without sleeping on it, Bradley went back to the lounge and logged in. He sent you the best photo of the bunch along with two sentences.
Thinking of you, Gorgeous. Tell me about your week.
But he didn't hear back from you right away, and it wasn't for lack of checking his inbox. He hoped you and your students were working their way through the last batch of notes that he'd mailed. Or maybe you were busy and tired from taking them on a field trip. He was hoping there was a reason other than you not liking his bad selfie that meant he didn't get a response.Â
Luckily he got busy over the weekend so he didn't have to think about it as much. Each time he climbed that ladder up to his cockpit and waited patiently for his jet to launch from the carrier deck, he took a few seconds to clear his mind and make sure he was focused on the right thing. He needed to survive this deployment so he could even potentially allow his thoughts to go further with you later.
When he made his way back to the lounge after dinner and a shower on Sunday night, he definitely got more in his inbox than he was hoping for. And not in a good way. There was a new message from you, but it was sitting right beneath a second, newer message. From Vanessa.
"What the fuck?" Bradley asked himself, loud enough that the guy next to him turned and glanced his way. It had been months since they'd spoken. Literally fucking months, and she was emailing him now? "No." Sudden panic started to boil to the surface as he quickly tried to click on it, now terrified about what she could be contacting him in regards to.
Hi,
I'm only writing to you because I have a bit of an issue that I need your help dealing with. I can't find my favorite water bottle anywhere. I think it's in your kitchen cabinet, and I just started at a new gym, so I really need it. Let me know how I can get into your house to retrieve it. And please don't take forever to respond to this like you usually do. Like I said, I really need it.
Vanessa
It was a joke. It must be. Bradley double checked the email address to make sure he wasn't being pranked by Nat or somebody else, but no, it was really from Vanessa.Â
"A fucking water bottle?" he muttered. He couldn't even picture what she was talking about. Unless it was that ugly, oversized pink thing she used to carry around with her everywhere? The one with the big handle that he joked could double as a weapon? That thing?
What the fuck. He wrote back to her before he even bothered to open the email from you.
Vanessa, it's a water bottle. And it's already been months. Can't this wait until I'm home?
He hit send, rolled his shoulders and took a few deep breaths. He could archive her message so he didn't have to see it again, and he'd just deal with her bullshit later. He would read what you had to say instead, and hopefully it would cheer him up. But after he stood and stretched for a minute and sat back down, there was already a new response from Vanessa waiting for him.
"What the actual hell?" he grunted. He didn't even know what time it was at home, and he didn't take the few seconds to do the math as he started to read.
No, Bradley. I can't wait. It's a $65 sustainable, dual temperature, leak proof water bottle in a limited edition color. And I would like it back. I tried to find a replacement online, but I do not want a potentially used water bottle. Please advise.
He sat there with his fists clenched and his jaw set tight. He literally could not believe her. Anyone else would just use a different water bottle like a normal person, but he knew she'd be on his ass nonstop about this now. The fact that he was going to have to explain this situation to Nat and beg her to go over there with his spare key was almost laughable. He'd probably owe her two steak dinners if he asked her to deal with his ex girlfriend, because she never could stomach Vanessa.Â
He sent Nat a quick email anyway with Vanessa's phone number which he had to look up in his phone, begging her to take care of this for him. It would be worth the price of two dinners at this point. Then he settled back in his seat and tapped on your beautiful name, letting the monitor fill up with your words. When he started reading, he forgot he was supposed to feel nervous at what you sent back in response to the close up selfie.
Bradley,
Wow. I didn't think things could improve after the photo of you with your jet and the video where you're speaking. But I was wrong. So wrong. And I'm not upset about it. You're very handsome. The sunset looks okay, too. Now you're the one messing with my head.
I'm sorry I didn't write back immediately, but you should know that your hot photo has taken up residence in my mind. My week involved three of my students getting sick with the flu as well as a bunch of parent/teacher conferences, and tonight I'm really tired. The idea of snuggling, or more, with you on your couch has been playing on loop. I'm giving you permission to hold my hand if we ever meet in person. You have very nice looking hands. You have a very nice looking everything. Would you mind me asking how old you are?
Right, well, we mailed another box back to you on Friday afternoon. My kids asked me to project a photo of a Super Hornet onto the wall so they could have a drawing contest. I finally caved and let them, and they want you to be the judge. And once again, you'll have eighteen individual letters to read. Nineteen if you include the one I put in the box.
On that note, I'm going to take a bath and snuggle up in bed. And you can't blame a girl for looking at that photo again.
Yours Truly,
Your favorite pen palÂ
Now this was the kind of thing he wanted in his inbox, not questions about missing water bottles. Bradley hit reply immediately, happy that you hadn't even mentioned his scars. You thought he was handsome in the close up picture? He always figured he was okay enough looking that his height and build made women say he was attractive. But you actually called him handsome. He started typing back to you, already feeling so much better.
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After resting all weekend, you were definitely feeling better. You loved your students, but sometimes dealing with their parents was more than you bargained for. Adults were often worse than kids when it came to complaining and exercising patience. All of the conferences from last week were a thing of the past now, but you still felt a little bad for taking so long to write back to Bradley. Especially after he sent you that photo.
Maybe you felt like you had to reel it in a little bit. What was the most that was going to happen? He'd agree to meet you during his short leave in San Diego? Maybe you'd go out on a date? It would probably be the best date of your life. It might even turn out to be the best night of your life. And then he'd leave for another station with the Navy, or maybe he'd return back home, leaving you feeling even lonelier than you did before you inadvertently mailed him that first box.
It was a good thing you had your students to take your mind off things on Monday morning.Â
"Are we going to talk about aviation now or after lunch?" Violet asked as she unpacked her pencil box.
You took a deep breath and said, "We're actually going to start a unit on Natural History today." Eighteen pairs of eyes stared at you like you'd completely lost your mind. "It'll be great!"
Oliver's hand rocketed into the air. "Does Lieutenant Bradley also know stuff about Natural History? Is that what we're going to write to him about now?"
Great. Your students were just as attached as you were. "Well since our aviation unit is going to be tapering off, we probably won't need to be writing to him as much now."
"What?" gasped Jayden.Â
"No way," complained Nia.Â
After that, you tried to move along with your lesson plans, but the entire class just sat there quietly, barely engaged with what you were saying. And perhaps part of it was your fault, because you didn't really feel like teaching this after all. By the time lunch and recess arrived, you felt defeated. You sat quietly at your desk in your empty classroom while your kids played outside, and you ate your lunch while you checked your phone. Bradley had written back an hour ago. Even if you wanted to wait until later to read it, you wouldn't have been able to.
Hey, Gorgeous,
That note from you made my day. I can't wait for the new letters from the kids to arrive so I can spend my evenings writing back instead of absolutely living in the gym right now. You want me to judge a drawing contest? Bring it on. I'm so ready.
I'll tell you how old I am. I wasn't expecting to be so nervous about it, though. I'm thirty-six. You definitely look younger than that. I know it's never appropriate to ask a woman how old she is, so maybe you'll offer that number up without me asking? And maybe you'll tell me that I'm still within the age range of men you let email you regularly? Please?
Not gonna lie, taking a hot bath sounds amazing right now. And snuggling up in something bigger than an extra long twin bed would be heavenly. And thinking about you doing either of those things is enough to get me through the week with a smile on my face. Maybe even through the rest of the month. Maybe even to the point where I'm in San Diego. You'd look adorable snuggled up in your bed. But then again, when aren't you completely Gorgeous?
I'll be waiting for more air mail and another email.
Yours Truly,
Bradley Bradshaw
"Damn it," you groaned, melting back into your desk chair and shoving a cracker into your mouth. Even if meeting him was going to be a one-off, you still wanted to do this. You still wanted to write back to him and flirt and listen to his voice in the video he sent for your class with Marty the mechanic. You wanted to think about him working out on the aircraft carrier. You still wanted him to call you Gorgeous. You'd write back tonight.
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Bradley was taking another video and some more photos in the shop with Marty for your class when one of the admirals stopped by. He jumped to attention and addressed him. "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Lieutenant Bradshaw, you haven't put in for a phone call. Would you like to?"
Bradley just blinked at him for a few seconds. "I don't really have anyone to call, Sir." But that wasn't completely true. He'd never actually asked you about it, but he wouldn't mind calling your number. Which he didn't even have.
The admiral nodded and said, "Just giving first dibs to my high rankers who haven't made a call home yet. Otherwise you're dismissed, Lieutenant."
As soon as he started to walk away, Bradley found himself following along. "Actually, Sir, I may have changed my mind."
If he was already thinking about Thai food and a picnic on the beach for a first date, he might as well just ask you for your number now. As long as you didn't tell him his age was an issue. As long as you seemed keen on the idea of him calling. So he put his name down on the list, and then he started to sweat. He finished up with Marty, and he headed for the lounge.
When he logged in, he braced himself for another note from Vanessa like he always did now, but the only new item he saw was from you. He decided right then that if the vibes still felt right, he'd ask for permission to call you. And yeah, the vibes were feeling pretty fucking good.Â
As soon as he opened the email, the attached photo at the bottom pulled his gaze in like a beacon. You were in bed, mostly under the covers, and the thin straps of some sort of tank top were the only thing preventing him from having a completely unobstructed view of both of your shoulders. Your skin looked impossibly soft, too perfect for him to touch with his rough hands, and your expression was playful and maybe a little nervous. He could see the soft swell of your breasts before the blankets enveloped your body in the most comfortable looking cocoon. He wanted to join you there in the worst way, and keep you warm enough that you wouldn't even need that blanket.
His heart was pounding as he started to read your note.
Bradley,
You know, it's funny you should mention that, because my currently inactive dating app profile says I'm interested in men who are between 30 and 40 years old. So you sound kind of perfect to me. And not that you asked or anything, but I turned 30 earlier this year. I hope that's within the age range of women that you let email you regularly.
I'm writing this from my bed. I have attached a photo. I'm not wearing any makeup, and I'm all snuggled in for the night, and of course I'm thinking about you. Whether it's a good idea or not, I find myself frequently thinking about you.
Your favorite pen pal
He scrolled back to the photo and sighed. Oh, he knew it was a good idea. Maybe you just needed a little bit more convincing, but it was definitely a great idea. That first date was looking better and better in his mind. He wished he could give you an estimate on when he'd be home so the two of you could start planning it. Bradley's stomach was growling for dinner as he pried his eyes away from your photo long enough to type out a message.
Hey, Gorgeous,
You're the only woman I'm going to let email me regularly. And I was right. You do look adorable snuggled up in your bed. That photo is going to keep me up at night wondering how cute you'd look in mine...
It looks like I'll have the opportunity to make a phone call soon, and I'd love to hear your voice. If you want to talk. I can't guarantee I won't sound like an idiot, tripping over my words the whole time, but hey, a guy can dream. Will you let me have your phone number?
Yours Truly,
Bradley
And now, once again, he would wait for you to respond, hoping his luck wasn't about to run out.
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Cregan thinks his little brother is not worthy of a woman like you, which is why he takes the opportunity to show you that he is the one for you.
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PAIRING â Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader / (Side) Masc!OC x Fem!Reader.
TAGS â smut (f!oral sex, p in v, praise kink, loss of virginity), mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, OC is a terrible man, older!cregan, widower!cregan, age gap (early 20s and early 30s). If something is missing let me know!!
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How cruel were the gods when they put you in his brother's arms instead of the ones you craved the most.
The first time that Lord Stark laid his eyes upon you, he felt the air leaving his lungs, and his voice being caged inside his throat. His eyes immediately widened at the beautiful sight of you, bewitched by the way you so politely greeted him, and mesmerized by the way you uttered his name. Cregan was in awe, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut and the quickened pace of his heart as he smelled the sweet scent of vanilla coming from your hair. He wondered if you were some kind of nymph, effortlessly enchanting him with a single glance.Â
After the loss of his wife, few were the women who managed to catch his eye. A couple of balls were made, and they all resulted in the same thing; a group of ladies following him around, showering him with shallow compliments and words that he did not wish to hear.Â
How lucky he felt when he saw you walking in with your father, Lord Reed, into the ballroom, and how miserable he left that night after learning you were betrothed to his young brother; Edrik, a careless young man who âaccording to Lord Starkâ is not worthy of you. At all. He's ruthless, the opposite of a chivalrous man. Cregan knows that while you were waiting for him for dinner, he's fucking some whores in brothels and paying with gold that he would steal from Cregan's chambers. He despised him. He was ashamed of him, and his behaviour towards you. You were a lady, a delicate and sweet girl who could have found someone better.Â
Someone like himself, he would think.Â
At that moment, while you were nervously chewing your nails sitting at the small table of your chambers as you drank tea, Cregan was out there searching for his younger brother, and trying to force him back to the Winterfell castle. That very same day was supposed to be your wedding, and the groom was nowhere to be seen. You knew better than to cry, you didn't want to suffer for him anymore; so you just sat there, slowly tapping your fingertips against the delicate porcelain of the cup, staring at the crackling fireplace and thinking about something else.Â
At that point, you were just begging for him to be alive and well. Nothing more.Â
A few minutes passed when you saw Cregan entering your chambers with his grey eyes staring intensely at you as he walked inside. His heavy boots stumped against the wooden floor, prompting you to stand up a bit too quickly. You noticed the pitiful look in his eyes when he noticed you were still wearing that white wedding dress; his heart shattered for you.Â
âDid you find him?â you dared to speak first. Somehow, your voice came out colder than both of you expected.
âWe did,â he nodded. âHe was in a brothel⊠drunk and enjoying his last hours of freedom, as he said.â The annoyed tone of his voice was quite clear to hear as he spat every single word with rage and even shame.Â
Gods forgive him for this insurmountable wrath towards his kin.Â
âWhere is he now?â The question slipped out of your lips merely out of habit.Â
âIn his chambers, being bathed by one of the maids,â Cregan explained, unable to bear the vision of your tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. He sought to look at a place over your shoulder, just to ease the ache in his chest.
It wasn't sadness, not at all. It was ire; he knew it. It was supposed to be your special day, and your betrothed decided to ruin it, though you were not surprised.
âIs it the maid that sucks his cock every morning? Or is it the one that let him fuck her in the arse?â you mockingly mentioned, lifting the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. The knot in your throat was becoming unbearable, too tight and barely letting you utter a word.Â
Cregan's eyes softened with sorrow. âMy lady,â he started, daring to take a step closer to you. The small rounded table was the only thing keeping you two apart. âAllow me to apologize for the misbehaviour of my brother, you deserve the utmost respect from whoever is lucky enough to marry you. Edrik is childish, and his actions often bring shame to our family name.â
âYou shall not apologize for your brother's mistakes,â you softly said, sighing tiredly at this situation repeating over and over again. âYou're an honourable man, Lord Stark, it's a pity your brother is not even half of the man you are.âÂ
Cregan felt his heart tapping against his chest, even under those thick layers of fur, he was still able to hear how fast it was beating. His eyes briefly looked away from you out of shyness, feeling so flustered by your mere presence. Oh, gods, this was excruciating; seeing you there with your beautiful eyes staring up at him, looking so fragile and bewitching. The white dress fit you perfectly, you were radiant that night, and he cursed at his brother for looking down on you.Â
Edrik was a dumb boy. Luckily, Cregan was a wise man.Â
âIt pains me to know he doesn't appreciate you,â he muttered as he took unhurried steps closer to you. âYou deserve so much more.âÂ
âIt's the best I can get, I suppose,â you shrugged. âAt least my betrothed is indulging his uncontrollable lust with whores instead of forcing himself on me. It could be worse.âÂ
âBut it's not supposed to be bad at all,â Cregan discussed. âA husband has to provide for his wife, and treat her with respect.â
His hand approached your left cheek and he placed it there, cupping your face. Your soft skin felt his calloused fingers and suddenly all the air of your lungs vanished. Your lips parted, and that simple gesture blurred Cregan's mind with the urge to devour them. As he looked down at you, you could see in his eyes that there was a rare sparkle in them. It was so mesmerizing.Â
âI guess you're asking too much from your brother, my Lord.â
He scoffed.
âIf only the gods had been more merciful of us, you would be my wife instead,â he mentioned with a wistful tone. He took another step, and now you were able to smell the pine scent from his clothes. âWe probably would be in our private celebration by now.âÂ
You sighed delightedly as his thumb went to your lower lip, lightly touching it as he glanced at it. Falling in love with him had been so easy; he was so kind, so courteous and gentle. Whenever his brother was cruel and mean to you, he was always there to make you feel good. Many were the times you imagined this wedding being with him instead of Edrik.Â
âI would be looking at your beautiful body as you remove this gown. Only for me to see,â he whispered, his touch going downwards until he grabbed the pearls around your neck. âI would take my time to appreciate every single inch of your skin, touching you⊠kissing you, making sure you know you're the most beautiful maiden in Westeros.âÂ
His face leaned towards you, and you felt his nose rubbing against your cheek as you closed your eyes. His deep, low voice sent shivers down your spine while your mind was imagining every single word that came out of his plump lips. His touch reached down your sides until you felt his strong grip on your waist.Â
Cregan took a deep breath as he smelled your sweet perfume; he couldn't help but sigh.Â
âI would pleasure you in so many ways,â he continued, his voice so raspy it made your knees weak. âWith my mouth, my hands⊠until all that comes from your lips is my name.âÂ
âCreganâŠâ you breathed out, and he hummed in delight.Â
âYes, just like that.âÂ
You dared to open your eyes, meeting his and seeing how they were dilated and glazed with lust; yours were probably in the same state. You were able to feel the heat between your legs, almost causing you to squirm to make you feel something. Something to sate the intense desire crawling around your body.
âI would do so many things to you, my darling,â he murmured. âWould you like me to do them?âÂ
You nodded.
âYes?âÂ
âYes,â you replied, embarrassingly fast.Â
His hands went to your back, calloused fingers finding their way to untie your gown. Your chest was against his, and the closeness did nothing but increase your desperation to have him.Â
âMy brother doesn't deserve you, does he? He is just a stupid boy, and you deserve a man.â You felt the dress loosening around your body and you swallowed hard at the expectation. âPlease, let me be that man for youâŠâÂ
You were unable to bear it any longer, the temptation being too much. You closed the distance between you two at the same time he started to slip the dress down your body â until it pooled around your feet. His lips fit perfectly against yours, they were slightly chapped due to the cold, yet they felt heavenly. He moaned against your mouth when you boldly deepened the kiss by grabbing Creganâs nape and pulling him closer to you, all while his hands pressed your lower back.Â
It was slow and passionate, taking your breath away as he claimed your mouth with his tongue, swirling against yours and stealing soft whimpers from you. Soon, he grabbed your thighs to lift you and sat you on the table; the cup of tea spilling to stain your white undergown, you couldn't care less. His lips on yours were all you could think of as his hands gripped your body, pressing you against him.
The thin skirt of your undergown lifted as you wrapped your legs around Creganâs waist, and his hands began to sneak under it to touch the soft skin of your thighs. He left a heat on your body with his fingertips, one that made you desperate to feel him. All while his mouth was reluctant to leave yours, obsessed with the sweet taste of you. He would unconsciously groan, and as he pressed his hips against yours you could easily notice the effect you had on him.Â
He pulled away to take a look at you, he found your swollen lips glistening with remains of your and his drool. Your eyes were sparkling as stars and your breathing growing agitated. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Cregan Stark had fallen in love with you once again at that moment.Â
âYou should belong to me instead,â he huskily said. âI should be the one who takes your body-â
âDo it,â you interrupted without doublethinking it. Your tone was decided and demanding, it shocked him a little.Â
âOh, my little oneâŠâ he murmured with a strained voice as if the thought had left him breathless.Â
âI don't want your brother⊠I never did.â Your confession drew a small smile on his lips. âSince day one all I've wanted is you.âÂ
He took a deep breath before cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye.Â
âLook what you do to me,â he murmured as you stared at his face, noticing a rare glow in him. âBelieve me when I say your feelings are mutual⊠you've been on my mind ever since you arrived. It was torturous to see you being disregarded by Edrik while I was sitting there wishing I could just hold your hand. My heart, my body, my soul, it all aches for you. I'm desperate to feel you, and I cannot bear it any longer.âÂ
The despair in his voice, so clear and vivid.Â
âAllow me to do it,â he pleaded, âI'm begging you to let me have a taste of you, at least for a night⊠so I can finally end this torment.âÂ
âI will accept,â you managed to say in small gasps. âOnly if you promise me this won't be the last time.âÂ
He nodded. âI promise.â
The time was not wasted, you quickly leaned forward to kiss him again with the same intensity and need as before. Both of you moaned against each other while your hands were swiftly untying his snow-covered coat at the same time his were pulling down your undergown until it fell down your arms. Your breasts were freed and you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed; no man had seen you in such a vulnerable state before. However, all insecurities vanished from your overthinking mind once he laid his eyes on your chest and sighed, enamoured by the view.Â
He gave you a single glance at you to ask for your permission and, once you nodded, his fingers travelled down your body until they trapped your nipples. He gently squeezed them between his digits, soft enough to not cause you any discomfort but hard enough to make them peak. Your mouth was slightly parted, allowing silent gasps to fall down your lips as he admired your pure flesh. He leaned forward then, and you instinctively leaned back; before you noticed his tongue was lapping at one of your sensitive buds, swirling around it and nibbling on it from time to time. You held your body up with your forearms, closing your eyes once he sucked on it. A moan escaped you as he pulled apart from it and went to the other one, giving it the same attention.Â
His hand was grabbing the small of your back as you touched his hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks and pulling them whenever his tongue made you feel butterflies in your belly. It was so good, and you were blissful thinking that you were doing it with him. Your ever-kind and loving Lord of Winterfell.
Suddenly, his mouth traced a path down your body, licking and kissing your belly until he reached your pelvis. You lifted your hips once his hands started to pull down your last vestiges of coverage, and in mere seconds you were completely exposed to him as your cheeks got warm once again.Â
Your legs were spread by his hands on your inner thighs, and Cregan was able to see the mess in your core; you were soaking, and his mouth watered with the urge to taste you. For a few seconds, he was just there admiring you, and then he started to kiss your legs from your ankles, all the way to your hips, shamelessly marking you and leaving red bruises behind; you loved it.Â
Cregan gave you a quick look, noticing how you were almost shaking with expectation; your eyes reluctant to leave his frame as his thumb spread your swollen lower lips and exposed that little, throbbing button begging for his attention. He stuck out his tongue, slowly brushing it against your clit. You almost died there. Your hand immediately went back to his hair, pulling it a bit too harshly for his liking.Â
âShâŠâ he cooed, kissing your inner thighs in the meantime. âCome on, little one, let me make you feel good, I know you want it.âÂ
Gods, you did. You need it.
âKeep your legs open for me, and let me have my feast,â he murmured before his tongue lapped on your pearl again.Â
The way he teased your flesh so sensually made your limbs shake. You were gasping as he licked and kissed every single part of you, lurking around and trying to discover your most sensitive spot. Once he found it, you saw stars.Â
Your betrothed was far from your mind when Cregan dared to push one of his long, thick fingers inside your weeping hole. You cried out his name as your legs shook around his head and, as he curled up his fingers to rub your walls, you felt a knot in your belly starting to form and begging to be released. Goosebumps erupted over your stimulated body.
âGods⊠Cregan!â you found yourself whining. He hummed delighted with the way his name sounded from your lips.Â
His tongue fervently began to flick your clit as he added another finger, pumping them slowly but deeply. The sound of your juices coating his digits was becoming addictive; so sinful, yet heavenly. He was desperate to feel you all.Â
As he moaned and whimpered against your soaked flesh, you couldn't help but feel an unknown sensation in your gut; as if you were about to explode. Your heart was beating incredibly fast as you leaned your head back and let your mouth spill thousands of obscene sounds; Cregan's cock twitched in his pants the moment he looked up at you.Â
Gods, you were so fucking beautiful. It was not fair that you belonged to someone else.Â
Suddenly, with a shout of shock, you felt yourself peak. You gasped loudly and you clenched your eyes shut. Cregan felt your walls squeezing his fingers so deliciously as he drank from you and licked you clean. By the end of it, you were sweating, breathing fast and your hips twitching. You turned into a quivering mess.
Cregan lifted his face, giving one wolfish look before quickly grabbing your cheeks. He desperately kissed you as he groaned in ecstasy. You tasted yourself on his lips as he picked you up and took you towards the bed⊠the very same bed you were supposed to be sharing with your betrothed that night.Â
The guilt hit you, briefly making you feel dirty and sullied. But then, as you saw Cregan slowly removing his attires, you remembered who was your betrothed, and what he was doing earlier that day. If he could fuck a whore, why couldn't you fuck another man? You doubted the lesser brother would even notice.Â
Besides, it wasn't just a man, it was Cregan. Your Cregan.Â
So, now, as the handsome man in front of you removed his last piece of clothing, you felt your walls clench around nothing as you glanced at his cock. His head furiously red, already leaking and twitching as he started to crawl from the bottom of the bed until he was between your legs. He kissed you again, this time slower⊠more tenderly. You sighed against his lips.
âYou're still a maiden,â he said as a statement rather than a question. You nodded, either way, confirming his words. âThen I'll go slow⊠though I must warn you, it might hurt for a bit, but I promise you, little one, it'll all be worth it in the end.âÂ
âI trust you,â you whispered as your hand reached his cheek, gently caressing his stubble.Â
âOpen your legs for me, my darling,â he commanded, and you did as he said. He looked down at your entrance, âseven hellsâŠâ he groaned at the sight, before spitting down to his cock and stroking it a few times. Cregan swiped the ruddy tip of his prick against your folds, teasing them to hear you moan one more time before carefully pressing the blunt head against your entrance.Â
You cried out once he started to stretch you out, feeling the slight burn that left you breathless as he made his way inside the tight hole between your trembling legs. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth; Cregan noticed your discomfort, so he brought his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles on it and trying to make you relax. You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving through the pinch.
Your tightness would try to push him away as tried to go deeper, yet he found a way to keep going until he was fully buried inside of you, whimpering your name. Your soft walls felt so fucking good around him, almost making the man drool against your shoulder. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your cheek and you could hear his ragged breathing in your ear, causing chills down your spine. He gave you a moment to forget about the pain, all while he peppered your neck with soft kisses and gentle bites.Â
âI think I have just reached heaven,â he murmured, his voice sounding so deep and seductive. âSo tight, so small around my cockâŠâ he continued words that left his mouth before he could even think about them.Â
âI- I feel so fullâŠâ you muttered, feeling his length pulsing inside of you.Â
âShh⊠I know, my darling, just take deep breaths for me,â he commanded you, and you obeyed. His thumb pushed slightly harder against your clit and you hummed. âMhm, does that feel nice? My beautiful girl, you're doing such a good job for me,â he praised you, âtaking me so well.âÂ
âFeels goodâŠâ you nodded.Â
âIt does, doesn't it?â he softly chuckled. âGods, the way your sweet little pussy takes my cock makes me fucking crazy. Can- can I move? Fuckâ Is it okay if I start moving?âÂ
His gentleness and softness did little to make you forget about the way he spoke to you. His dirty words made you clench around his girth, feeling butterflies in your lower belly. You needed Cregan to move and bring back the effervescent heat.Â
âPlease, do,â you begged, and he wasted no time in obeying.Â
His mouth dropped open as he dragged his cock out of your tightness, noticing how it was covered by your slickness. He pushed in again, filling you and causing you to moan in simultaneous discomfort and pleasure. His left hand went to your hip, grabbing your skin and going deeper inside of you. Slowly at first, he started to fasten his pace until the sound of your bodies colliding against each other was mixed with your moans.Â
Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he hid his face on your neck, his harsh breathing causing chills on your skin as he moved slowly but forcefully; such a perfect pace to make you see stars. Your legs were bent at each side of his body, while he took you and claimed your shaky frame. Soon you realized that he had not lied, it felt magnificent once the pain started to fade away.Â
His name would escape your lips as if it was an endless chant, incentivizing him to keep going, to continue his movements until you couldn't bear it anymore. A layer of sweat would cover your body as Cregan's weight was on top of you, it felt as if you were burning yet you didn't want to push him away. You craved to feel his skin on you, loving the way his pelvis would brush against your throbbing clit each time he thrusts into you.Â
âFuck, my darling,â he groaned in your ear, âyour pussy was made for me to fuck,â he whimpered, biting your earlobe. You replied with a whine. âSo fucking delicious, feeling so tight around my cock.âÂ
Cregan lifted his face to look at your messy state. The eye contact that followed almost made you reach your peak once again, it was all so intense it made your head spin. Your nails dug into his flesh and he whispered your name; you hummed in response.Â
âSo fucking beautiful,â he murmured.
He further quickened the pace, his cock now touching that sweet spot of yours. Your walls would clench around him as you felt the much-needed orgasm approaching. A ring of your juices appeared on his cock, and he changed positions so now he was on his knees, grabbing your hips and fucking you faster, rougher.Â
He saw your breasts bouncing on your chest as he thrusted into you, the sight so arousing that he felt his cock twitch inside of you. His stones were full, ready to burst at any moment now. However, no matter how much he desired it, he knew he just couldn't release inside you. No risks must be taken if he wanted to do this again.Â
With your legs spreaded, his thumb effortlessly reached your exposed clits, flicking it and smearing your wetness around it. Your limbs shook as your mind went numb, and soon your orgasms washed over you. You cried out his name, tightening your grip around his cock.Â
That's when he pulled out and poured himself on your soaked flesh, staining your folds with his pearly seed.Â
Once he took a quick look at you, he felt a coil of raw pleasure snake around his body. A whine left his lips as he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking it a few times to make sure he would cover you with every single drop. He was overstimulated already; sweaty, breathless and flushed. He looked so beautiful like that.
âThank you,â he breathed out, caressing your thighs.Â
You frown, slightly confused. âWhat- what for?âÂ
Instead of answering you right away, he leaned and joined his lips with yours, gently and tenderly kissing you. His hands cupped your face and yours laid on his thick arms. A few minutes later, he pulled away only to leave soft kisses all over your face making you giggle.Â
âFor giving me the honour of making you mine,â he replied. âThough I must confess that I don't think I will be able to live without having you in my bed every night.âÂ
You felt a smile appearing on your lips and a familiar warmth on your cheeks.Â
âWell,â you sighed, âperhaps, you should do something about it.â That flirtatious tone was a bit odd coming from you, but Cregan loved it.Â
âYes,â he nodded, softly chuckling as he leaned to kiss you once more. âI will definitely do something about it.â
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omg escort!reader and divorced!art is so well written you are an artist⊠i need to know what happens when she gets back from hiatusđ«ą maybe she is taught to not reveal too much personal stuff but art is just so desperate and lonely that she caves⊠maybe she gives him the most intimate and passionate blowjob of his life and heâs so pathetic because he hadnât gotten his dick sucked in like two years and itâs so good that maaaaybe he cries a littleâŠ
art calls one more time, exactly a week after his first one. he asks politely to the woman on the other end, your boss--is she back yet?
and just by the breathy desperation in art's voice, she knows who is calling. who he wants so badly.
"look--she'll give you a call when she comes back. i'm not sure when that is. you may hear from her before i even do. are you sure you don't want to book a session with another girl in the meantime?" she explains that there's another girl who looks a little like you.
"that won't be necessary." art takes a sip of his gin and tonic. "i'll wait for her."
she sighs, lets it go. tells art to have a good night and art wishes her the same. but his head sinks into the pillow, the bitter curl of gin still on his tongue and he wonders where you are.
three days later you come back. your boss had flagged you down when you came in to talk money with some of the other higher-ups.
"hey, a client of yours called a couple times while you were out."
you plunge the applicator of your lip gloss back into the sticky tube.
"really? who?"
"guy named art, i think he said. sounded like you really made a lasting impression."
art. of course you remember him. dirty blond hair with salted white strands around the crown of his head. sunken in eyes that turned boyish when he smiled, although the wrinkles around his eyes revealed wisdom, experience. the smell of musk and tobacco radiated from him like the cradle of his body heat.
"long time client?" she asks you.
"no. just once." it surprises you, that he cared so much to call.
"you must've made a good impression." she winks.
your heart sinks a bit when you remember how you forgot the money. that maybe he only called to urge you to pick it up, not wanting to be caught up on the bad side of a system like this one.
so you go to his hotel room. you remember art telling you he was taking a break from tennis, that he would be staying at that hotel down by the highway for as long as they'd let him.
and art is watching shitty reality television when he hears a knock. your knock. three open-palmed bangs and art is opening the door in an old t-shirt and cotton pajama bottoms. somehow, he looks even better than before.
"hi." a smile creeps up. a big one.
you blush and look down at your feet. that's so unlike you. "hi. im back."
"please, come in. i'm sorry." he ushers you inside and latches the door. "i was about to make a gin & tonic. you want one?"
"no, thank you. i heard you had called the service about me?" you sit on the desk chair across from the bed.
"yes--I" a pause, like he's trying to really gather himself. "i'm sorry if that was inappropriate. you forgot the money and--I just really wanted to see you again. if i'm being completely honest."
you try to hide how your face contorts, disappointment as art mentions the forgotten cash, bliss as he admits the calls were to ask for you.
"here i am." you scoot forward. "not inappropriate. i promise, you're much more respectful than most of the callers we get."
art asks to cradle you in his lap again and you oblige. you like to feel small with him, and he likes to feel strong and protective and push your hair away from your forehead to kiss you there. it all feels so much more intimate than sex could ever be.
"have you been feeling any better?" you ask art.
he ponders, and then nods. "yes, actually. since meeting you ive felt better."
"good. that's good." you latch your lips under his ear. "i thought about you while i was away."
blood rushes to arts face. "really? in what way?"
"i didn't pleasure you at all."
art pulls your face close to yours. stares at your lips and the dip of your cupids bow.
"you did pleasure me."
one of his hands cradles your head, the other resting on the top of your thigh. you grab him, making his fingers trace up your torso, your throat. and then you suck his fingers into your mouth. you swirl your tongue and let the spit drool out of you and make a mess.
for the first time, art groans. it's guttural and surprises you. the both of you. because it came out involuntarily, a dormant beast that the warmth of your tongue pulled out, inch by inch.
a twitch under your ass. he's hard. but the skin of his fingers is so, so soft. regardless of the callouses on his palms from tennis rackets.
"i want to make you cum."
this vocabulary. this depth of conversation, of laying each other out in the open and digesting stories and vulnerabilities is not your job. using such straightforward verbiage is not your job. your job is to be pretty and be used and be paid for it.
but this isn't your job right now. because art never paid you, and you still haven't brought up the $800, although you saw it in an envelope with your name in small, capital letters, blue ink.
you're not his escort. no, right now you're his lover.
art tilts your chin up. "do whatever you want to me. even if it hurts me, i'll want it."
and god, he's so fucking ridiculous with those puppy dog eyes and furrowed eyebrows. pathetic but in a way that made you want him to use you even more. but he won't.
you untie his pajama bottoms.
"do you want me to make you cum?" you yank them down, along with his boxers.
"yes. fuck. yes." his erection slaps his stomach and he's long. pink and wet with pre-cum; it looks just as pathetic and needy as he does.
you wrap your hand around him.
"pretty, pretty cock." you stroke him, pretty painted nails wrapped around the length of him. "so hard. god, i bet it feels so good to be touched like this."
it does. god, it does. but art can't speak. his mouth hangs open because you're touching him like it means the world to you to do so. so, so, slow. intentional how you feel the ridges of him.
he closes his eyes, just for a second. but then he misses seeing your face, how it mirrors yours in terms of pleasure, even though he isn't touching you at all.
his eyes open to see a glob of spit falling from your lips as you stare at him. his micro-expressions. he nods.
"do you want me to get it nice and wet for you?"
you already have, bubbly spit warming his cock so nicely.
"yes. please--"
the sounds of you touching him are louder now. he hasn't been touched like this in so long he feels like he may just cum right now. spill into your hands and apologize profusely. tell you he isn't usually like this.
but then he feels your lips. a soft kiss to his tip and he groans. instinctively grabs your hair and you open your mouth all the way for him.
"fuck my throat." you say it so sweetly, his erection still in your hand, ghosting over your mouth. tempting him.
"i dont want to hurt you."
you bat your eyelashes. "fucking doesn't necessarily mean fast or hard. fuck me how you want to."
he wants to worship you. he wants to feel you from the inside out. but he'll take this.
he holds the back of your head and tells you to tap out if you're in pain. as if he forgot the nature of why you're here. you kind of have.
you nod and you're drooling for him. over a year of doing this and you've never felt your heart beat so assuredly. knowing that you want him more than it's healthy too. that this is more than a contract between seller and buyer.
he pushes in. slowly, inch by inch and your eyes water. he holds your hand tightly and you squeeze him back. you're completely still. you trust him all the way as he fucks your throat slowly. his spongy head hits the very back of your throat and every movement makes art whimper, moan, swear. it makes you wetter than his hands being all over you. just pleasing him. he deserves it and so much more.
"fuck--you look so pretty. taking all of me. want you to take everything i fuckin' have--"
his hips stop moving, they stutter. and you pull off him, opting to do all the work yourself. it's messy; spit drips between his thighs and you kiss his shaft up and down. kitten lick him, worship him. softly stroke him and tell him you want him to cum, you want him, you want him.
it's not a lie, but art wouldn't care if it were. hearing the words makes him cry, makes him finish, makes him pull you onto his lap as he's still coming down. to hold you close. you wipe his tears and stay all night.
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7x10 coda. beware the spoilers
Three months pass, and Eddie still isnât used to it. Itâs too quiet at home, and too awful at work, and he still grabs two bowls every morning even though heâs the only one eating.
He thinks about quitting, again. Leaving behind Captain Asshole and following Christopher to Texas. He knows he canât. Heâd promised. Eddie clenches his fists and forces himself to finish buttoning his uniform.
He sends Christopher a text, the same one he sends every morning, then shuts his phone in his locker.
âLine up in five,â Gerrard bellows from the loft. âIf youâre late, youâll be scrubbing the rig with a toothbrush, no exceptions.â
Eddie stands mechanically and walks over to the bay.
Another day, another goddamn reason to bury himself in blankets and hide until the world ends.
Buck invites him over for dinner most nights, or offers to go home with him. Eddie says no more than he says yes, but Buck⊠Buckâs always known Eddie better than he knows himself. He doesnât stop asking.
âCâmon Eddie, itâll be funâyou, me and Tommy, we can come up with ways to drive Gerrard insane.â
Buck looks at him, soft and imploring, an expression Eddie rarely knows how to refuse. But despite everything thatâs happened, Buckâs managed to carve out a small sliver of happiness, and Eddie doesnât want to drag him down.
âYou go ahead,â he says. âIâm picking up half a shift at  the 136 tomorrow. Need to get some sleep.â
Itâs true and itâs not. He is picking up the shift, but he doubts heâll sleep.
He goes back to therapy, but he never knows what to say. It was allâeverything was in his head, last time. Itâs not, now. Itâs all real, and it all hurts, and no amount of talking about it makes it hurt any less. He says as much to Frank.
âThen why are you here?â Frank asks.
Eddie looks away. âI donât know,â he says.
Thatâs not quite true either.
Kim calls him, and Marisol doesnât. She leaves voicemail after voicemail, apologizing for that night. Eddie can never bring himself to answer the phone. Eventually, he blocks her number.
He texts his own apology to Marisol, but it never goes through. Itâs probably for the bestâhe doubts the message wouldâve made either of them feel better.
Eddie needsâhe doesnât know. Before, he wouldâve said time. Now though, heâs got all the time in the world, and heâs desperate to get rid of it.
Buck calls. Eddie canât answer him, either. He lets it ring out, then listens to the voicemail.
âHey Eds, itâs me. I uhâjust wanted to check in. Itâs been a couple days. Call me when you can.â
Eddie tells himself he will, but he has no idea when thatâll be.
Christopher doesnât text him, but he does text Buck.
Eddie never asks what he says, and Buck usually doesnât offer to tell him.
âJustâheâs okay, right?â
Buck smiles, a little bit sad, and leans into Eddieâs space. âHeâs okay,â he says. âHe misses you, even if heâs not ready to tell you that.â
Tears streak down Eddieâs face before he even realizes heâs crying. Buck wipes one away and pulls him against his chest.
âWhat if he never comes home,â Eddie whispers into the soft material of Buckâs sweater.
âHe will,â Buck replies. âHe will.â
Good morning, Eddie texts on the one hundred and second day since Christopher left. I love you, and I hope you have a good day.
He drops his phone on the table and tries not to hope for a response. A second later, though, it dings. Eddieâs heart leaps into his throat as he scrambles to open the message.
Morning, Dad.
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Bakery âĄ
Summary : your bakery is struggling till one evening a cute guy steps in through the doors.
warnings : none just fluff <3
There was nothing you got out of your little bakery other than unpaid bills and reminder for deadlines of other bills. It was rough to say the least but your will to make things work out was stronger.
You knew your breads and little pastries were good, even if they didn't sell you knew from their taste and the few friends that tried them that they were good.
The big conglomerate in front of you would say otherwise though, as none of their little workers would even turn to look at your little shop across the street. They all just flocked to the little coffee shop next to you.
What was so interesting about the small place, the coffee was fine from what you had heard, nothing special.
You pull another batch of cookies out of the oven seeing the office crowd march it's way back from the coffee shop with the signature cups of coffee in their hand.
As you closed that afternoon with little to no business as usual, you were taken aback when that angelic looking man stepped into the bakery.
He walked up to the counter with a sheepish smile ordering a couple things which you quickly packed.
"Hi" he muttered softly "Hope i didn't interrupt you packing up" he says as you chuckle softly telling him it wasn't a problem.
The man seemed attractive enough to let it pass but what he uttered next made you still.
"I run the cafe next to you" He spoke smiling as if you were gonna smile back but the scowl on your face said otherwise. This was your sworn enemy.
You still threw him a fake smile and handed him his food. He pulled out a cupcake proceeding to take a bite. "This is soo good" He remarks his eyes dripping with love.
You just fake smiled before telling him how much he owed, he frowned at your hostility but still proceeded to praise your food.
It felt hurtful to be rude to him when he was being so nice as he stood there with bit of the sugary icing smeared on his upper lip.
You motioned for him to wipe it but he just tilted his head to the side with a soft "Hm?".
God you couldn't be mad at him not when he took the small tissue from your hand while smiling cheekily and wiped away the sugary icing.
"I bake too but not as good as this" He says and you couldn't tell what was more sugary his words or your cupcakes. He muttered a "I'll see you around" before turning around and leaving.
No you definitely didn't love your sworn enemy, no you didn't think about him as you fell asleep last night or when you added icing too the fresh batch of cupcakes.
Something felt different today when those robotic looking office workers didn't instantly bee line to the coffee shop, when some of them didn't instantly turn their feet back to their building.
Even weirder when their coffee clad hands pushed open the doors to your bakery, buying a good amount of baked goods which you eagerly packed.
Closing up felt better today when you had practically empty shelves but you felt disappointment when the familiar coffee shop owner walked in and frowned at the empty shelves.
"No cupcakes?" he asked before his eyes fell on the only remaining two in the tray and his eyes lit up. I smiled packing up the two for him
"I didn't know recommending you to those office guys would lead me to have no cupcakes" he spoke pouting as you froze. 'He did this?' you thought, handing him his cupcakes.
Like clockwork he took one out again biting into the sugary treat. Your eyes were stuck on him as he ate, how could someone make even a cupcake look so delicious.
Next day you found yourself making an extra batch of cupcakes just for him and saving them at the side. The smile on his face is worth the extra effort when he sees the cupcakes on the tray.
But this time he brings a cup of coffee along, handing you the small cup as he takes the cupcakes from you.
This went on for a week, your feelings growing for him with the small interactions.
You set out the tray of cupcakes you made for him expecting him to come in any minute but when the door opens a mysterious man steps in.
He walks up to the counter, his stature blocking your view of the exit, he looks at the counter before pointing at the only remaining cupcakes.
You gulp at how to explain to this scary looking man that those cupcakes were saved for a special someone who you prayed would walk in any minute.
You thank whatever god heard your prayers as you hear the door open again followed by the familiar sound of footsteps before he finally comes into view.
He glances between you and the man, your frowning distressed face enough for him to sense something is wrong as he clears his throat.
The scary man asks for the cupcake again before being cut off by him "Sorry man i already ordered those" He says smiling but his face is threatening enough.
The man doesn't take the hint as he stands there looking between the two of you.
"Leave my cupcakes and my girl alone man" He sighs crossing his arms. The scary guys eyes widen at his words, he grumbles something before walking out.
'My girl?' the words he spoke still left you in a daze but you came back to reality as he cleared his throat, you looked up at him noticing the pink hue on his cheek as he stood looking at you awakwardly.
Embarrassed you quickly packed him the remaining cupcakes as he pulled out his wallet to pay but you quickly stopped him "No no this ones from me, for saving me from that guy"
"Nonsense i still wanna pay" He says but you insist he doesn't have to, he sighs putting the wallet back in his pocket before turning back to you.
"I'll only agree if you let me take you out on a date" He says crossing his arms as he refuses to take the cupcakes from you.
Your eyes widen at his words but you nod with a small "sure" and he smiles taking the bag from you.
"You know i meant that 'my girl'' He says as he walks out of the store leaving you blushing.
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strange pains | remus lupin
remus lupin x fem!reader
cw; abuse of power (doctor x patient), (much less) innocence kink, dub/con, vaginal fingering, p in v, oral (r!receiving), kisses (eek), blasphemy and god stuff, tiny tiny bit sad in places (poor reader is so sweet), rem is possessive (<3), implied daddy kink at the end, one use of y/n
notes; pt two of this fic for my lovely anon <3 thank you so very much for your patience
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your second appointment with dr lupin came quickly, having spent the past two days obsessively thinking about your doctor and the way he made you feel.
you still half considered confessing to your priest, feeling sinful for the way you clearly took advantage of the man who was only trying to help you, coming undone from his touch in a way that felt too good to be proper. instead of talking to your priest, something that would most likely end up in you being disowned and kicked out of the church, you decided to apologise when you next saw dr lupin. that way, you could atone and hopefully earn his forgiveness.
just before 6pm, you walked into the waiting room, repeating the words youâd planned to say in your head. however, at the sight of dr lupin stood at the receptionistâs desk, eyes locked on you as he slowly smiled, causing you to stumble slightly and your mind to go completely blank, so much for apologising.
âcareful, sweetheart. i need you in one piece,â strong arms wrapped around you, lingering as to make sure you werenât going to fall again.
you flushed, his head ducking down to meet your eyes when you let you head fall forwards. you whined quietly, too mortified to speak, he rubbed at your lower back kindly, guiding you down the hallway to his office.
âgo straight to the bed, honey. all your clothes off and put on the gown like last time, okay?â
you nodded meekly, turning away so you were unable to see the way remusâ eyes drifted over your bare form, having to adjust himself in his trousers at the way you delicately undressed and folded your clothes tidily on the chair.
he âturned aroundâ when you said he could, snapping on his gloves before easing your feet into the stirrups and locking them in, standing between your naked legs.
âhow have you been the last couple of days? any changes at all?â
you can barely think at the way his hands massaged at your legs, drifting up from your ankle towards your knee, slowly making his way up. you shifted your hips in a pathetic attempt to ease the tension, the ache deep in your belly starting up again.
âit was better when i left you, but it started up again just before bed that night, and itâs been worse ever since,â your cheeks flushed as memories flickered in your head of your last appointment, silently praying that heâd use that lovely tool attached to him again.
âoh dear, maybe i should start doing house calls with you. it sounds to me like you need some more regular attention, iâll have a talk with your parents about it afterwards, sound good?â
his hands were now so close to your heat that you couldnât focus, heat radiating from your body, nails digging into the bed as his fingertips grazed the edge of your cunt, teasing touches prompting you to buck your hips up.
âokay-,â you gasp sharply, his fingers finally making contact as he spreads open your pussy lips, gloves already thoroughly coated in your pooling arousal.
âyou poor thing, it looks really swollen and painful right now. are you ready to start, dove? itâll be just like last time.â
he grins at your eager nod, gliding the tip of his finger along your slit, just barely brushing over your sensitive pearl. you bit your lip, little teeth indents forming on the tender skin as you tried to hold in your noises, chest heaving beneath your dainty little cross necklace, the symbol of your devotion to something supposedly pure whilst doing something so sinful.
he gently pinched at the nub, chuckling when you flinched, head rolling back into the bed with a whine, âuse your words.â
âyes please, iâm ready doctor lupin,â
âgood girl,â remus hummed, pressing painfully slowly against your sopping hole, teasing touches making tears pool in your waterline, threatening to spill over. breathy moans escaped your pouting lips, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of the medical gown. the material had slipped down your shoulders with all your wriggling, so close to exposing the soft flesh of your tits. he longed to tug it down properly, or to even rip it off fully, to make you reveal yourself to him, to lay there beneath him, vulnerable for only him.
he finally pushed inside, glistening slick coating your skin as his fingers slipped through, pumping unhurriedly in and out, sliding against that sweet spot that made you keen beneath him, back arched and eyes scrunched shut so tight that colours exploded behind your lids, such sweet moans escaping from chewed lips in the most beautiful song.
he couldnât take his eyes off of you even if he tried, mesmerised by your movements and your mouth, almost desperate to see more of you, to make you his fully. he sped up his fingers, groaning loudly when the gown finally fell down enough to expose you to him. he had to fight to keep himself from cumming just from the sight of you. pebbled nipples arched up as the delicate flesh bounced with his motions.
you cried out, strings of mewls so pretty. heâd never heard anything as saccharine as you. you were already nearing your first orgasm of the night, thighs trembling as they tried to close themselves around him, restraints on your ankles the only thing holding you back. you writhed, hands clasping for anything to clutch onto, trying to push him away even though you needed him to keep going. it felt so good you thought you could die. you panted heavily, whining constantly until you went silent, mouth gaping as your eyes rolled back, shaking violently as you fell over the edge.
his digits pushed you through, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible, before easing his fingers out with a lewd pop, blue gloves soaked with your creamy cum. you whined at the loss, feeling so empty and desperate for more, for him.
head cloudy with lingering pleasure, you opened you eyes, meeting his gaze as you tried your best to silently beg him to continue, body heavy with exhaustion despite the need already building back up deep inside of you. thankfully for your sanity, he took pity on you, smiling down at you as he removed his gloves, tossing them in the nearby bin before easing you to sit up.
he held your body close to his, and only then did you realise that your gown had slipped down, gasping at the feel of your ripples grazing against his shirt. you flushed, clinging to him as you tried to cover yourself up.
âhey, no, no- itâs okay, you can keep it down, even take it off, if youâd like. thereâs things we can do to your breasts, and i think it would help your treatment a lot, if youâre up to it.â
he half expected you to say no, to find it far too inappropriate, already regretting taking the gamble when heâd lucked out with you; a patient so pretty and so innocent he could do whatever he wanted, and you enjoyed it.
âokay, iâve just never- um,â you buried your face in his chest, so embarrassed and aroused. you found it strange that you wanted him to see you, you wanted to feel his eyes on your bare body. you wandered if this was a side effect of your illness, or something more.
remus nearly creamed his pants at that, already knowing it but hearing you say it out loud was- fuck. he muffled his involuntary groan into your hair, breathing in the ambrosial scent of your shampoo. âno oneâs ever seen you like that?â he grinned when you nodded into his shirt, âoh poppet, thatâs okay. more than okay, iâd be delighted to be the first.â
he eased your head away from him, cupping your jaw to tilt your head back, his hands engulfing your smaller face. your cheeks were rosy and skin was shining with the light sweat, lip snug between your teeth as you bit down, doe eyes looking up at him so innocently as your hands slid down from his chest to just above his belt, blissfully unaware of how much you were affecting him.
he spent a few moments just watching you, caressing your skin as he tried to make you more comfortable, eyes never leaving yours. he knew that heâd never cope without you, that there could never be anyone else after meeting you. he wasnât sure how he could go about it, how to make things happen organically without alerting your parents to his malpractice, but heâd find out a way. there was no way heâd ever let you go.
âwould you like me to help you undress?â
he raised a brow at your nod, praising you when you quickly corrected yourself and nervously spoke your consent. his fingers trailed up your arms, along and over your shoulders before meeting on your back, making your shiver as he untied the strings, careful not to catch any of your hair in the knots. the material slowly slid down your arms, and you pushed off the bed slightly as he pulled it from underneath you, letting it fall to the floor.
remus trailed his eyes over your form, taking in your even curve and dimple and imperfection. you sucked in a sharp breath when he made contact with your bare skin, hands tracing and squeezing, taking in every little detail. you arched into him when he cupped at your tits, feeling your cunt pulse at the way his palm covered you, thumb rubbing at your cross briefly before he flicked your nipple.
âmy god, youâre breathtaking,â
you blanched slightly at the blasphemy, not used to people talking about god like that, and certainly not from seeing you naked. you guessed that meant you were very pretty,
âthank you, sir,â
his cock twitched at that, and he longed to fill you with his seed again, but he wanted to taste you more. heâd known that it was too soon last time, but feeling you now, he couldnât resist. he needed to feel you on his tongue as your naked body shook for him, and only ever him.
âare you ready for the next part, sweet dove?â
âyes sir, please itâs starting to hurt again,â
laying you back down, he let you watch him unbuckle his belt, teasing down the zipper, making you wait for what you knew was coming next. you whimpered at the sight of his hard cock, eyes widening at your first proper look at the âmedical toolâ. you were shocked to find it skin coloured, pale flesh with a couple of protruding veins running up the side to the tip, which was an angry red, leaking some sort of clear fluid, dripping down his cock.
if youâd been in your right mind, you wouldâve questioned it, suspicion souring the experience as you wouldâve started to think that this wasnât a normal treatment. however, with one orgasm already mollifying the rational anxious part of your mind, you only cared about getting the tool inside of you and soothing this horrendous ache.
you couldnât take your eyes off of it as he palmed your cunt, coating his hand in slick before using it to lube himself up, reading himself and tappping the tip against your soaked slit, remusâ focus shifting to your face to make sure you were ready.
you both groaned when he finally began to sink into you, heavy cock forcing your silky walls to accommodate him, steadily pushing in until your hips met, stretching you open. it somehow felt bigger than last time, maybe from the way he stood still for a minute, head tipped back as he breathed slowly, barely able to cope with the way you squeezed him so tight.
you watched him through blurred eyes, tears clouding your vision at the desperation that tore at you, thighs trembling around his body as you tried your best to patiently wait for more. you were a good girl, you swear. just needed to prove it and youâd get what you wanted, had to show him.
only when you let out a tiny sob did he look back down at you, brows furrowed in concern at the distressed noise, so sad sounding that it pulled at his heartstrings. he gave you his hand when you reached for him, letting you cling and fiddle anxiously at his fingers.
âwhatâs wrong, sweet girl?â
âneed you, please. wanna feel like that again- iâll be good, promise,â
âfuck, honey. okay- okay. you are being good, so good fâme. iâll give you what you want, i always will,â he pulled out until only the tip was left inside of you, waiting until you clenched down around it to thrust back in quickly, wasting no time in warming you up when you were already so soaked and pliant for him, and only him.
you were given no option but to take it, still clutching at his one hand with both of yours, his other grasping your hip so hard that you wouldnât be surprised if he left little purple and blue bruises there, marking you as a reminder of how he makes you feel. you were excited to feel over them later in front of a mirror, to take a couple of polaroids to capture the memory and press down on them until the sweet pain sent shocks of pleasure to your cunt.
âoh- please, feels so good,â
âso tight around me, taking it so well,â
he fucked you so deliciously, you both let every sound out, your moans and whimpers intwining with his groans and grunts, creating a song that would play in his head when he fisted his cock to the thought of you whenever he couldnât have you near.
he treasured you like your mama always said a man should, he made you feel oh so good, head empty with everything but him. no one else had ever occupied your mind like remus had. sure, he was openly blasphemous and he wasnât religious, so your daddy would never approve, but you didnât care. as long as you were forever his and he was yours, you would never care about your daddyâs opinion again.
your high built up, toes curling in the stirrups as you clung to him the best you could, slick coating his thick cock as he pounded into you, most definitely creating a mess. his free hand slipped from your hip, causing you to be jostled further up the bed as he started swirling tight circles onto your clit.
he knew you were enjoying the more sensual side of sex that heâd shown you, but he briefly wondered how youâd react to him being a little rougher with you, maybe a scarred hand wrapped around your pretty little neck, fingertips pressing lightly into the sides as your tight pussy spasmed around him.
instead, he settled for leaning down, his warm breath tickling your breasts as you arched your back into him, screaming when his lips enclosed around your nipple, teeth grazing the tender skin. but, only when his mouth deviated did you cum for him, he hovered between your tits, glanced up at you, holding eye contact as he sucked your cross necklace into his mouth, teeth holding it between his scarred lips.
you knew in the back of your mind that this had gone too far, but it just felt too good. his mouth was perfect. you cried out, tears trickling down your cheeks as pleasure thrummed through you, fluid squirting out around his cock as he continued to fuck you, hips speeding up at your unrestrained noises.
remusâ cock twitched uncontrollably at the way you milked him, walls constricting so tightly around him that it almost hurt. his balls tightened, and he folded more into you, head buried between your tits as his mouth gaped open, cross falling from between his teeth as he came inside of you, filling you up to the hilt.
you both panted, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat that made his shirt stick to his skin, still fully clothed as pushed up, hair flopping down from where it had been so perfectly styled to the now messy locks, strands curling slightly at the ends.
you both groaned when he pulled out, you hating the horribly empty feeling and him from overstimulation. you were barely aware of him tucking his cock back in his boxers, only sign being his belt clinking as you fought to stay conscious, still wracked with the onslaught of the powerful aftershocks that left you shaking, growing disappointment filling you that it was over already.
âare you up to trying else something new today? i promise itâll feel very good,â
head still spinning from pleasure, you had no choice but to comply, almost too fucked out to even register that remus was speaking to you. you nearly blacked out at the feeling of a soft, wet muscle gliding over your clit, heartbeat pounding in your ears as he began to lick at you, pearly cum leaking out of you and onto his tongue, making him groan at the taste of your combined fluids. he sucked and slurped, cleaning you up with his mouth, making you writhe uncontrollably and mewl loudly.
still ever so sensitive from your previous orgasms, you didnât last long, stuttered breaths causing your lungs to ache from the lack of oxygen before you fell apart, the blood rushing around your head too loud to hear the sugary praises murmured by remus, repeated âgood girl,âs and âthaaatâs it, there you go, baby.â
you completely consumed his every thought, and he knew heâd spend the next couple of days until your next routine appointment replaying this moment in his head again and again, the way your head tipped back, back arching once again and hair mussing on the thin pillow. the way you screamed at the pleasure that only he could give you. the way you tasted on his tongue, the tanginess and sweetness of your cum that could never be replicated.
you collapsed back against the bed, body quivering from the intensity. he rubbed at your thighs soothingly, massaging at the sore muscles that had now relaxed, pressing kisses on your inner thighs, one just above your clit just so that he could hear you whimper again.
âsay thank you,â he teased, voice low and honeyed, unable to keep the smile from it.
âthank you- mm- thank you, sir,â
âfeeling any better?â
âmhm, much. i think youâŠâ you trailed off, head lulling to the side sleepily.
he chuckled quietly, not wanting to disturb your peace as he unbuckled the restraints on your ankles, âyou think iâŠâ he prompted gently, before he carefully cleaned you up with a warm, damp cloth.
âi think you broke me, feels so good. mâlike jelly,â
he couldnât help but smile, his rough hands sliding beneath your bare back to pull you up, encouraging your head against his chest again. his heart fluttered when you melted into him, fully allowing yourself to go slack in his hold. you trusted him so much, he felt a little guilty that heâd taken advantage of you in such a vulnerable way, but he knew that this mightâve been the only way he couldâve gotten to have you. and now that heâd had you, he could never let you go.
he brushed stray hairs out of your face, the strands damp with sweat from where theyâd stuck to your skin. resting his chin on the top of your head, he savoured the moment as much as possible, clutching your naked body close to clothed one,
âyour heart is beating so fast,â you whispered, glass heart so hopeful that he might be feeling the same as you, biting you lip as you pulled back to meet his eyes again.
he leant down slightly, his face was so close to yours, far closer than appropriate. a part of your naĂŻve, little self couldnât bear that you were participating in something that god wouldnât approve of, with someone that you werenât even close to married to, but you still loved it. and you still allowed him to do anything he wanted to you.
his attention flicked between your eyes, his brown irises consumed by the blown out pupils, before it flicked down to your rosy lips. he held your face, just enough to keep you in place as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, pulling it from between your milky teeth.
you gasped when he closed the gap, eyelids fluttering shut as you pressed against him, unsure movements showing your inexperience as you desperately tried to copy the way his lips moved against yours. he took it slow with you, wanting to savour it and not make you panic, but also enough to entice you, to make you need more, not just want.
remus swiped his tongue along your mouth, taking advantage of the way you gasped again, swirling it inside briefly before drawing back, allowing you a moment to breathe. you trailed after him, trying to follow his lips for more.
smiling, he leant your foreheads together, still keeping you close as you panted, having not yet learnt how to breathe and kiss at the same time. it was okay, heâd love to teach you. in fact, he needed to be the only one to teach you these things, wanted to be your first and last.
the two of you spent as long as possible just holding each other there, silently sucking in each others heat. he eventually moved back, leisurely redressing you with sweet kisses in-between each item. a kiss to your hipbone for your underwear. a kiss to the tip of your nose for your top. a kiss to the sole of your foot for your socks, making you squeal.
as you slowly came back down, you began to realise that what had happened was definitely sin, but you wondered why god was so against something that felt so good. why would he not want you to be happy, when this was certainly the happiest you had ever been.
remus eased you to stand, holding you up in case you still wobbly legs gave out, but also to selfishly steal as much affection from you until two more days time. he wasnât sure how he was going to last that long without feeling you, touching you and tasting you. he yearned to take you home and teach you everything he knew. to taste you until the sun came up, and then a little more. he was infatuated with you.
one hand on your back, the other cupping the back of your head, he bent his head down, nuzzling your nose lovingly before kissing you again. you couldnât get enough of the feeling, kisses with him were indescribable, you only wished that you could get to do it more.
you giggled when he turned around, handing you a red lollipop meant for little kids, unwrapping it for you as he tentatively watched you wrap your lips around the sweet, not realising the not so innocent thoughts that were tormenting his head.
âdid so very well for me today, youâre responding perfectly to the treatments. i think we will go ahead with making these appointments house calls, and much more regular visits too. how would you feel about that?â
you nodded eagerly, gasping excitedly at the thought of him being around more often, and maybe even in your bedroom, âyes please, but youâll have to talk to my daddy.â
âof course, iâll be looking forward to seeing you again, y/n,â he smoothed down your hair, returning your grin. luckily for him, you missed the way his eyes darkened at the way you referred to your father, and the way he had to subtly rearrange his already re-firming cock beneath his trousers.
remus walked you to your parents car again, his hand straying a little too low when no one was around. your father didnât hesitate to agree to the house calls, nor to the even more regular appointments when he saw you beaming, visibly happier than youâd been in months, if not years.
you couldnât wait to see remus again, nor him you. when he returned back to his office after waving you off, he couldnât help but palm at his length, thinking of all the things heâd be able to do to you in the very near future.
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