#Anyway it just hit me how young 18 actually is

[backpackingspace]

......oh. I just

Sometimes I know things about a character that I've latched on to that I don't think that deeply about. Until it hits me that that was me. I was that age the character was when I was going through the exact same trauma and i just.

If they didn't deserve it. If they were a child then so was I. So was I.

[nerdie-faerie]

It seems to really be hitting my mum just how young she was when she had me in light of her upcoming birthday

[slut4thebroken]

Dad/stepdad finding your vibrator hcs

Tommy Shelby, Cillian Murphy, Raymond Leon, Jackson Rippner, Lenny Miller

(All accurate to the universe’s time period)

Tommy Shelby - To say he was shocked would be an understatement. At first he was concerned— were you suffering from hysteria and he didn’t even know? But then he remembered that vibrators have very recently started being used for more… personal activities. He confronted you about it anyway though. You blushed and stuttered out “I- I can explain..” and he found it amusing at first, but he kept his expression stern. It was when you broke down crying that he suddenly softened. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t be mad..” You cried out, making him pull you into a hug and shush you, trying to calm you down. “I’m not mad, love.” He said gently. “Just… tell me what it’s for.. I promise I won’t be mad.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes to see if he was being truthful. When you found no sign of a lie, you whispered that you use it for self pleasure, which he already knew. He just wanted to hear you say it. He sighed and shook his head. “You think you’re old enough to be playing with adult toys like this?” He asked, and you muttered out an excuse of how you just turned 18. “Maybe so, but I still don’t think it’s appropriate at your age.” That triggered something inside of you and you whined about how you’re an adult and you can do what you want, acting far too bratty for his liking. “Is that so? An adult, are you?” He had a condescending smirk on his lips and he pretended to think it over, then scoffed a laugh. “Fine then. If you’re an adult I guess I should start punishing you like one.” His tone was noticeably darker now. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Cillian Murphy - He knew he should’ve ignored it, respected your privacy… But he just kept thinking about you using it. The pretty sounds you probably made, the way your cheeks probably became flushed… But then he started thinking about you using it with someone.. Did you have a secret boyfriend? Or were you exploring your sexuality all on your own… Deciding to do the responsible thing, he started planning out when and how to talk to you about all of these new things you may be feeling as a developing young woman. One day he sat down with you, gently told you what he knew and reassured you when you immediately became embarrassed. He told you that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed of… “A young girl like yourself needs someone to guide her, teach her what’s right and how to be safe.” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “As your father, I’m afraid that role falls on me.” He tried not to seem too excited by the idea. Standing up, he walked over to where the toy was hidden and brought it back over to the bed, handing it to you. “I need to make sure you’re using it the right way. I’d hate for my little girl to get hurt.” He frowned, watching as your eyes widened. He didn’t let you protest as he helped removed your clothes and laid you down on the bed. “Now show me exactly how you’re using it, sweetheart.”

Raymond Leon - At first, he almost mistook it for something else, but when he did a double take, he realized what it actually was. A rush of emotions hit him, the main ones being anger, disappointment, and arousal. Were you turning into a whore? Did he do something wrong when raising you? When you came home one day, he was waiting on your bed, the vibrator next to him. You were immediately hit with a wave of embarrassment and humiliation- good. You started trying to defend yourself, saying it’s not what it looks like. “Don’t try to play innocent.” He scoffed. “Get over my fucking lap.” His voice was so harsh, it made you tear up as you begged him not to. So he roughly grabbed you and pulled you over his thighs, then flipped your skirt up. He spanked you until his hand was burning and there were little welts on your ass. You were sobbing loudly, the pain becoming too much, and with the way you kept squirming and rubbing against his cock, he eventually got hard. He forced the vibrator between your legs, making you apologize for your whorish behavior as you came over and over again until he was satisfied. “Get on your knees.” He demanded and you slid off his lap to the floor, still sobbing and almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure. “There are consequences for acting like a whore.” He spat, quickly opening his pants to free his cock, making your breath catch in your throat. “So, be a good girl for once and finish what you started.”

Jackson Rippner - He had been trying so hard to be a good father figure- god knows you desperately needed it. But as soon as he found a vibrator hidden away (very poorly) in one of your drawers, he just lost all control. He managed to wait a few days until it was only the two of you in the house, then confronted you. This wasn’t his proudest moment… but he didn’t regret it. “What would your mom think, huh?” He asked, subtly threatening you. “I would hate to have to tell her… but maybe we can work something out.” He said coyly, enjoying the way you blushed and squirmed and pouted. He made you beg for it, for his cock and for him to not tell your mom. Once he had you underneath him with his cock fully sheathed in your little cunt, he practically plowed into you until you cried. “This is your own fault.” He hissed. “The only reason this is happening is because you teased me by leaving it somewhere for me to find.” You sobbed harder and shook your head, unable to do anything else to protest. “You’ve been a fucking tease since day one with those tiny little shirts and the skirts that barely cover your ass… I’m fucking sick of it.” He growled, getting more worked up. “From now on, you’re gonna let me use this cunt whenever I want, or I’ll tell your mom about your little secret, and how you seduced me and begged me to fuck you.”

Lenny Miller - You should’ve known better than to think you could hide things from him. Just like you should’ve known better than to think you could lie to him. But when he confronted you, you denied it. Which he figured you might do… That’s why he set up a camera in your room, hidden in a vent but angled perfectly at your bed. The quality was not the best, but it was good enough to still obviously show what you were doing. He can’t even count the amount of times he came to that footage of you. When you tried lying, he sighed and reached for the remote, already having the tape ready in the tv. The second it turned on, you lips parted in shock and your face paled, then a very dark blush took over your cheeks. “There are a few different ways this can go. Option one: the camera stays up and you can keep the vibrator. Option two: I punish you, then confiscate it, but I’ll take down the camera.” He paused, lowering his voice into something darker and thick with arousal. “Or option three: you show me just how sorry you are for owning something like this. I’m still going to punish you, but if you do a good enough job begging, I might just let you keep it.” He said coyly. He waited impatiently for you to choose and when you couldn’t get any words out, still glancing at the tv, he chose for you. He spanked you until you cried and made you suck his cock to prove you were sorry, then forced you to ride him while you begged for his forgiveness.

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Just a little distraction

Pairing: JJ x Pope x fem!reader

Summary: You admit that you can't get into oral because you always overthink it. JJ suggests you might just need to be distracted.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (male & female receiving), threesome

Based on Oral Exam by drcjsnider.

JJ put the joint between your parted lips.

"Beer me, Pope" he hooted, too loudly, at Pope who was sitting in the lounge chair next to the beer cooler on the porch of the Chateau.

Pope tossed both you and JJ a beer.

You had been lounging on the porch of the Chateau all morning, slowly getting stoned and slowly getting drunk. Once again, you guys had landed on your favourite topic of conversation: your sex lives. Or, lately, sadly, the lack thereof.

You took a long drag from the joint and sighed "God, I just really wanna get laid..."

Immediately you felt JJ scooch closer to you. "Y'know..."

"In your dreams, Maybank," you laughed.

"And it's not just getting laid, really, I mean that's the easy part..."

"Speak for yourself," Pope interrupted with a pained grin.

You and JJ giggled. "... it's finding a guy that can get me to cum that's harder."

Pope coughed out the smoke he was trying to inhale rolled over onto his stomach. JJ just grinned. "Oooh, we're getting to the good stuff now. All those mainlanders weren't up to the task, huh?"

"Not a single one of them."

"Wait so you never..." Pope trailed of at the end of his sentence.

"Not with anyone else present," you rolled your eyes.

"That's really hot," JJ smirked.

"And really sad," Pope added.

"Isn't it?" You sighed.

"So, like, none of these tools could get you to cum? Not even from oral?"

You grimaced "Nope. And I don't really like oral anyways."

"What?! Okay, how can you not like someone going down on you? It's like the best thing in the world?"

"Yeah, like you'd know." JJ chucked an empty beer can at Pope.

"I don't know. I just can't relax, y'know? I can't turn my brain off. I'm just constantly overthinking everything. I, like, need someone there to relax me or something."

"Looks like you were wrong JJ, now we're getting to the good stuff," Pope smirked.

You laughed. "I didn't mean it like that," you hit Pope on the arm playfully, "then again... It might not be the worst idea. If it means I finally get an orgasm, I'm all for it."

"Y'know..." JJ's fingers traced over your stomach. You tried to hide how his touch made your breath catch in your throat. "JJ..." You sighed. "I'm serious, Y/n. You not being able to enjoy someone going down on you is a travesty. It must be remedied at all costs, right Pope?"

"I hate to admit it, but JJ does have a point."

"Okay, so what exactly are you suggesting? You saying that you two could give me an orgasm?"

"I mean, we're two able and very willing young men, aren't we Pope? I think we're up to the task."

It was Pope's hand on your knee that did it.

You were crazy for even considering it, you knew that. But Pope's fingers softly grazing your knee while JJ's were still tracing circles on your stomach set your insides on fire. They'd finally made you an offer you couldn't refuse.

"Are you two sure about this?"

Their eyes widened briefly, surprised that you'd actually agree to this, then they both nodded faster than lightning.

You turned to JJ, slowly pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and pressing your lips against his. JJ's arm was firm against your back, holding you close as he kissed you back. He kissed you like he spent his whole life waiting to, deeply, passionately, all in.

You pulled away from JJ and took Pope's hand, letting him pull you up to your feet so your bodies were touching. Running your hand along the side of his face before finally, achingly slowly, you leaned in and let your lips fall against his. Pope kissed you like he'd spent his life dreaming about you, drawn out and featherlight, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let's go inside," you smiled as you peeled yourself off of Pope, taking both boys by the hand and guiding them into the Chateau. As soon as you were inside, JJ tugged you against him again, his mouth heavily on yours. You let go of Pope's hand to instinctively tangle your hands in JJ's hair. JJ tapped the back of your thighs and you hopped up into his arm, your legs wrapping around his waist.

While JJ was all over you, you noticed that Pope had drawn back a little, always more hesitant than his best friend. You tossed your hair over your shoulder and beckoned for Pope to come closer. "Don't be shy."

You held out your hand. Pope took it and let you guide him closer to you. You put his hand on your waist and then tapped the crook of your neck slightly. "I want you to touch me, Pope." JJ groaned at your words and reclaimed your mouth with his as Pope's lips slowly touched your neck.

You nodded your head at their movements, spurring them on. Pope's lips made their way along your neck, his chest pressed up against your back. He was sucking at the tender spot below your ear as his hands started roaming over your hips. JJ's fingers were trailing patterns up the back of your thigh, his tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. It all felt incredible.

You let out a soft, whimpering moan and felt both their mouths quirk up into a smirk against your skin. JJ's hand hesitated slightly. You pulled back from his kiss and whispered against his lips. "It's okay, JJ, you can touch me." His hands moved to cup your ass. JJ gave you a squeeze. "God, do you know how many times I've wanted to grab that great ass of yours?" He groaned.

You suddenly noticed that Pope's hand was stroking the side of your stomach, his hand travelling down until he reached the top of your shorts. "May I?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded vigorously and his hand dipped into your pants. Pope's fingers trailed down to your folds, stroking you lightly. You moaned loudly as he started rubbing slow circles on your clit.

"JJ?" His questioning baby blue eyes immediately met yours. You snapped the strap of your bikini top. "Untie this, will you?"

He looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulled the strings of your swimsuit and watched as it dropped to the floor. For a brief moment, both boys stood staring at you in awe.

"Christ, you're gorgeous, Y/n." JJ cursed as he kissed his way down your neck. You let your head fall back on Pope's shoulder, who captured your lips again in an instant. Every doubt you'd had, had already faded away into the background. Your two best friends were already making you feel better than anyone else ever had.

Slowly, JJ put you down on the couch. Both him and Pope started trailing kisses down your body, covering every inch of you. JJ slipped your shorts down your legs as they kissed down your inner thighs. Instinctively, you pushed your knees together, not used to this much exposure.

"You alright?" Two soft pairs of concerned eyes met yours. God, how you loved them...

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Just, feel a little exposed, that's all." You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

JJ looked between himself and his friend. "Pope and I are a little behind in that department. Want us to catch up?"

You nodded gladly. "Yes, please."

You'd seen them in next to no clothes so often, and yet your breath hitched in your throat as they stripped down to their underwear. You didn't appreciate it often enough how fine these boys really were.

You reached out your hands and ran them down their torsos. When you reached their boxers you gave both bands a snap, a tentative question in your smile. True to character, JJ pushed his shorts down with an almost obnoxious speed, while Pope was a lot shyer about it. Not that he had any reason to.

"You guys are gorgeous, you know that, right?" The sight of them practically had you salivating. "Look who's talking," JJ chuckled. "Yeah, Y/n... We're nothing compared to you," Pope's hungry look made your stomach twist. "Strongly disagree," you smiled. "Now, will someone please touch me again?"

You did not have to ask twice.

JJ's hands tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips down on yours. Pope's eyes caught yours as his fingers traced over the top of your underwear.  You nodded and Pope slipped the fabric down your legs.

JJ's lips were once again making their way down your neck as Pope's were softly trailing up your thighs. You were all throaty moans as you squirmed underneath them. Pope's fingers found their way back to your clit, making you gasp.

You noticed that JJ had made his way down your body, now kneeling next to Pope. Wordlessly, Pope moved aside to let JJ take his place. Pope took over the assault on your neck and torso as JJ caught your eye, not unlike Pope had done mere minutes ago. Once again you nodded. JJ winked at you before he hooked your leg over his shoulder and flattened his tongue against your core.

Like always, your body tensed. This already felt so much better than it did with others, probably because you trusted JJ with your life, but even so, the sensation felt strange.

JJ's palms smoothed over your legs as he gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of his tongue against your skin.

"You sure you're good with this, Y/n? We can stop anytime you want to," he said when the tension didn't ease.

You shook your head quickly "I don't want you to stop."

JJ's smile could light up the entire cut. "Well, then you gotta relax, Y/n. Try not to be in your head so much. Don't focus on me or what I'm doing, just focus on Pope while I take care of you."

You nodded. Maybe he was right. You beckoned for Pope to come closer to you and pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss. You felt JJ's tongue on you again, but tried to focus on Pope fully. While he was great kisser, it wasn't enough to keep your attention away from JJ.

You pulled back from the kiss slowly. You reached out your hand and ran your fingers down his body, pausing at his upper thigh. "Can I?" Pope nodded eagerly. You wrapped your hand around his base, focusing on the movement of your hand as you stroked him. The small whimpers that Pope let out at your touch made you wanna clench your thighs together, hadn't it been for JJ's head in between them.

After some slow strokes, you licked your hand and started pumping him for real. You worked your hand over his length, suddenly aware of the sensation between your own legs, where JJ's tongue was expertly lapping away at you.

Involuntarily, your free hand tangled into the blonde's hair as a low moan escaped you.

The three of you looked at each other in pleasant surprise before JJ's smug smile disappeared between your legs again.

You genuinely felt good now, and it spurred you on. You wanted to make Pope feel just as good as JJ was making you feel.

You leant up on your elbow and slowly ran your tongue underneath Pope's base before sucking his length into your mouth. Pope moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut as  he desperately tried to keep his composure.

You let go of Pope with a pop. "Pope?" His eyes were one wide-eyed question. "Would you do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Stop holding back." You gave him a quick kiss on his upper thigh before taking him back into your mouth.

Pope let out a surprised groan that made your chest flutter.

"That's it, Pope, I wanna hear you."

Pope smiled as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. His thumb stroked your cheek as you let your hollowed out cheeks glide along Pope's length. You were so focused on Pope that you'd stopped worrying about JJ's tongue against you. His thumb circling your clit was hard to miss though. You let out a yelp as your back arched off the bed.

" 's that good?" JJ asked. You nodded furiously. JJ's touch made it increasingly harder for you to focus on Pope. It wasn't long before you had to replace your mouth with your hand. You did your best to keep stroking Pope as you threw your head back. One hand was still tugging on JJ's hair as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I'm so close, JJ," you moaned out. Your hand movements were becoming more erratic, and eventually you let go of Pope entirely. You recognized the familiar coiling in your stomach, but it felt so different from when you were on your own.

"Fuck, JJ!" You screamed as you came, back arched off the bed, one hand tangled in JJ's hair, the other gripping Pope's hand. You rode out your orgasm on JJ's tongue, before falling back onto the bed.

"Holy shit," you panted. "That was..."

"The hottest thing to ever happen in the history of the universe?" JJ finished your sentence.

Pope nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

You pulled JJ in for a kiss. "Thanks, JJ."

"You are so, so welcome, sunshine," he smiled widely.

"And you..." You gave Pope another kiss, too. "Best distraction ever," you winked. "But, um, I don't think I'm done with you."

"Oh no, Y/n, you don't have to. This whole thing was about you. It's okay."

You pulled Pope down so he was sitting on the bed next to you. "As someone who knows all too well what it feels like when a sexual partner leaves you unsatisfied, I have absolutely no intention of being that person. So, unless you don't want me to, I'd love to finish what I've started."

Pope swallowed harshly before he nodded. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly. "If you want to."

You sank down onto your knees, eyeing Pope as you did. "Trust me, Pope, I want to."

You sank your lips back down onto Pope. You bobbed your head, your hand wrapped around his base. You were giving him your full attention now, able to set a much faster pace than you did earlier.

"Shit, Y/n," Pope groaned as he tangled his hand in your hair. "That feels so good." You smiled around him.

When you heard another moan, you pulled off of Pope with a pop, working your hand down his length while you talked. "Pope?" You asked. "Is JJ jacking off behind you?"

Pope nodded.

"JJ?"

"Yeah, sunshine?" JJ's small voice sounded from behind Pope.

"Don't you dare finish yourself off."

"Jesus Christ," JJ groaned. "Don't go saying shit like that and expect me not to cum, that's no fair."

You chuckled. "Well, I'm just saying, JJ, if you don't want me to touch you, by all means, make yourself cum."

"Fuck, alright."

With that confirmation, you sank back down onto Pope. "Oh fuck, Y/n, please keep going. I'm so close." Pope's breathing was getting erratic. You picked up your pace until Pope's fingers tightened in your hair. "Fuck," Pope moaned out as he came.

Slowly, you moved your hand along him, coaxing him through his orgasm. You swallowed his load and then kitten licked his tip until he was completely fucked out.

"Holy shit, Y/n, that was fucking fantastic," Pope panted. Pope pulled you up onto the bed again and kissed you deeply.

"Wow," the word left you involuntarily.

"Yeah..." Pope smiled. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I think JJ's about to combust."

You chuckled. "How about we fix that, huh?" You rolled over on the bed so you were facing JJ. "You wanna come over here?"

He nodded eagerly as he scooted closer to you. You nestled yourself in between his legs. "Fuck, you're gorgeous... Can't wait to taste you."

JJ's head fell back onto the mattress. "You're trying to kill me, right, that's what's happening here? Oh, fuck!" You couldn't wait any longer, so you wrapped your tongue around JJ's head instead.

JJ sat up on his arms, taking in your every movement. You worked him slowly, teasing him until he was panting shallowly. You stopped rubbing his base with your hand, digging your fingers into his thighs as you took all of him.

Instantly, JJ's hand fisted your hair, his hips bucking into you.

You looked up at him through your lashes, devious smirk on your lips as your nose brushed against his stomach. You pulled back slightly.

"You want to fuck my face, don't you?" You smirked.

"I..." JJ seemed flustered, guilty almost.

"Go on then," you winked.

JJ's hips jutted into action, slowly, torn between keeping his composure and giving into his desire. His fingers were tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he bucked his hips up into you. He rolled his hips over and over again, but his pace was still so incredibly measured. You could see the tense muscles in his thighs.

You cast your eyes upwards, instantly being met with his. You smiled and gave him a reassuring nod, silently begging him to let himself go.

Finally, JJ seemed to flip a switch. He picked up his pace, bucking into you faster. You were soon salivating around him as he occupied your throat. He bobbed your head to match his pace, his thumb softly caressing your cheek.

After just a minute, JJ was letting out the most gorgeous little moans, a string of lewd, uninhibited, guttural sounds that he couldn't hold back if he tried. His hips started faltering, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"Fuck, Y/n, you feel so fucking good," JJ whined. " 'm so close..." His hips jerked desperately, chasing his high.

Suddenly, he held your head still, pushing his hips up as far as they would go. He came into your mouth, holding your gaze as he did.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" He pulled you up after his orgasm had crashed through him, holding you close to him and kissing you so fondly your head spun. "That was fucking incredible. You're fucking incredible."

"I think we've proven today that we're all pretty damn incredible."

You reached out for Pope, pulling him down on the other side of you.

"I still can't believe you made me cum," you said after a while.

JJ smiled cockily. "I knew I would. Best skills on the cut."

God, he was gonna lord this over you forever...

"Well, I don't know, JJ, maybe it's just really not that hard when I've got someone else to occupy my mind with. Guess Pope's gotta try it next time, then we'll know for sure."

Pope's breath quickened in your ear. "Next time?"

You shrugged. "Figured we can't uncross this line, might as well take advantage. If you guys want to, that is," you added hastily.

The way Pope whispered 'of course' in your ear had you clenching your legs again, starting to imagine exactly what that next time might look like.

"We will forever be at your service, ma'am," JJ grinned.

"Ma'am, huh?" You repeated suggestively, "don't mind if I do..."

JJ's smile dropped into his throat. "Seriously?"

You looked between the two of them, hanging on your lips, practically salivating at the thought and you shook your head laughing.

"Jesus Christ, I'm kidding!"

Both boys instantly deflated.

"Tease," JJ hit you with a pillow.

You shrugged, a pensive look crossing your face. "Then again..."

[writingoddess1125]

Just a Peak- 👀

Crack-Head Headcanon

You accidently see the guys naked

Spicy Themes 🔥 including oral 18+

Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks,

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Also a quick side note for everyone, This took forever since I had to do actual math! I looked at ALL of these damn characters and their height then based off of Odas fucking drawings figure out how their anatomy would lay in how he drew pants. Was it excessive- Absolutely 💯 was it worth it IDK

Buggy

• You all had been drinking on the ship, it was a fun party in all honesty. Buggy of course wanting to be flashing and show off how fun he was. Buggy who was fairly well drunk stumbled out for some reason you didnt hear-

• You stumbled out to potentially puke over the rails, However when you did you saw your Captian standing there clearly having finished relieving himself and now simply too drunk to put himself away as he stared out over the open ocean.

• You now knew why Buggy was so damn confident all the time...

• Thicccc, easy 8 inches flaccid and fit so well in his gloved hands it damn near looked picturesque.

• Have you ever seen a pretty cock!? When are cock pretty!? It's literally a perfect shape and color, with nicely trimmed ocean blue curls at the base.

Mihawk

• "AHH!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Buggy screamed as he caught you staring- His face as red as his nose as he quickly tried to tuck himself away with sloppy hands.

• You quickly doing a U-Turn back into the hull of the ship- Face as red as a cherry and the image now seared into your brain.

Crocodile

• Being acquainted with Mihawk definitely had its benefits, in case really good drinks and the Bartender giving you free drinks cause they were hitting on The famous pirate!

• Mihawk had disapeared around 4 drinks ago, so you walled out of the bar to see if you could spot him. Turning the corner you spot him, but he definitely wasn't alone.

• There he was with thay flirty Bartender, her on her knees sucking him off. He looked mildly bored as well as he glanced down at her- However you couldn't help but stare when you saw her pull back for air.

• Long a solid 9+ inches , A bit thin for what you expected but clearly he made up for it in length. Pale, Slender, curved ever so slightly and thick hair at the base.

• You now understood the wide walk-

• Seeing the young female Bartender taking him fully into her mouth once mkre with a deep blush. Her nose pressed against the thick layer of black hair at the base- You see his eyes go up from the Bartender right to you

• His eyes met yours and he smirked- Like he was amused you had caught him this way, or that he was turned on by this possibly.

• Your face burned as he stared such strong eye contact with you. Quickly you snapped from your thoughts and hurried back into the bar. Finishing your drink quietly as the memory played in your mind.

• When Mihawk returned he sat next to you, not saying a work but you felt his eyes following you.

• Being a secretary was hard- being one for a famed dangerous pirate was harder- and then there was Crocodile

• He was a very picky and meticulous man that you knew better then to displease. So you had gotten his clothes from the cleaner (sands a bitch to wash out) and was dropping them off at his current residence. You had a key anyway so you walked right in, not expecting him there anyway.

• You were dead wrong however- Walking in it seemed Crocodile had just left the shower and didn't bother with a towel either. Stepping out steaming and having water running down his form.

• He was a big man (8ft3in -253 cm) you knew that... however you never connected it how that would translate in terms of.. his other anatomy however this just didn't seem fair!

Shanks

• It was easy 11 inches, the size of some people's forearm! Paired with it being very girthy it looked more like a weapon then an organ

• Paired with the lazy mess of wavy black curls at the base he clearly didn't bother taming.

• His eyes locking on your shocked face and how red you looked. A noise similar to that of a chuckle leaving him as he didn't even bother closing his robe.

• "Come here-" He said, taking a drag from his cigar and waving you to come back in... it seemed you would have a much closer look now-

• It had been a eventful day- A successful treasure hunt were the whole crew had pulled in a few billion berries for their own pocket. So you had all celebrated, Getting far too drunk in a short amount of time- Paired with delicious food.

• You still feeling buzzed you decided to drift off to get some rest before you got totally shitfaced

• Walking into one of the near by rooms to get some rest, the alcohol still making you fuzzy you realized far too late you'd stepped into the Captian's Quarters- and Far far too late into noticing their was your Captian half undressed clearly about to retire himself.

• A lovely white and pink member laying at a easy 8 in flacid and a forest of untamable red curls are the base of his cock that just lead your eyes there and only to there.

• He blinked at you surprised before cracking one of his signature smiles-

• "You okay Darling?" He said with a laugh, seeing your face so red and shocked.

• A twinkle in his eyes as he gestured for you to come fully inside.

• "Seems something has caught your eye, why don't we close up that door and talk about it?~" He said with a smirk. You nodding and closing the door behind you with a shy smile.

• Now how could you refuse that?

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Offshoot of my "team Ro time travels to the founders era" post because @prinzgnomeovonchaos infected me with brain rot in the notes

So buckle in baby it's time for

Sakumo and babyKashi time traveling to the warring states ✨️

So first thing to get out of the way; Modern Hatake's and warring states era Hatake's do not hold up to the same standards.

The Hatake's during the states were a very small clan with a very big reputation. Hailing from Iron, they were an almost famous wild clan even all the way in fire country. Distantly related to the Inuzuka's but leaning more towards wolves than dogs.

They had a proper kekkei genkai and everything, unnaturally fast and strong, often born with some form of enhanced senses— be it smell, sight, taste, or even touch. Their white chakra fed into it, and they'd feed their chakra with diets of raw meat and the occasional light cannibalism during some special clan celebrations and rituals.

Unfortunatley Sakumo knows very little about the above because he was very young when his clan was pretty much all wiped out. He was raised by the only other survivor, his grandmother, who was pretty young herself when the clan got wiped, and unfortunatley was never all too concious of many of the rituals and traditions of her clan until it was too late.

Sakumo grew up to village standards and was mostly declawed because of it, and Kakashi is only doubly so. And with that dulling of all the different traditions and specific diets also came the slow fading of their bloodline limit, which was already pretty subtle if you didn't know what you're looking for.

Anyways moving on, and if you want more details for my headcanons ab warring states Hatake's vs modern standard Hatake's look at my other time travel post bc I talk ab it more there.

So Kakashi is like 6 (holy shit he's a BABY baby)

Google keeps giving me conflicting numbers for Sakumo's age at his death so we're just gonna shrug and say he's in his early 30's.

Then for the founders;

Madara (23)

Hashirama (23)

Izuna (19)

Tobirama (18)

Sakumo is staring at these guys going through it bc they are BABIES to him. And like look, he's used to working with or even occasionally under people much younger than him, but like. Oh man that's the shodai hokage. And he's like a toddler.

(He's a 23 year old man but Sakumo is kind of having a crisis so he can't register that)

So like. All the founders have major daddy issues, right? Like we can all agree that's plausible? I'm so sorry I just think it'd be *really fucking funny* if they look at Sakumo and just kinda. Yeah.

You know what I mean.

Anyways;

No idea how they got there!! This is set maybe a week before Sakumo offed himself but now he can't kill himself bc that'd mean abandoning Kakashi to the fucking warring states.

Kakashi fits the warring states standards alarmingly well actually. Honestly I think even for that time period he's still scarily young to be on the field. People are giving Sakumo looks like 'it's so hard what we've been forced to do to our children, the battles we've pushed them into, the things they've seen and done all too young'

Sakumo is going *hrrg.* and having a good long look in the mirror actually. Proper crisis, lots of guilt, Kakashi should not be out in the field this young and at least before he was mostly getting baby missions but now they're stranded in time and keep running head first into trouble.

I want Izuna and Kakashi to fight and even though Kakashi absoloutley should NOT win that battle I want him to win just so that Madara and Tobirama can make fun of him for losing to an actual child

Izuna is mortified he wants that brat DEAD

Uhh I have some more but I'm at work and actually hit post too early on this post so I had to come back to rush add all these edits bc I meant for it to stay a draft I could keep adding too later. So I'll just come add more later fr

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Jack & Coke - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: When your best friend Eddie betrays you, you head to The Hideout for a drink—and maybe something more.

Note: This is what comes from late night conversations and texts that say “I had another angsty eddie thought.”

Warnings: angst, family issues, smut, p in v, age gap but both parties are well over 18, oral, m receiving

Words: 4.8k

“And then you put your middle finger riiiiight here,” Eddie explains patiently, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he adjusts your grip on the guitar neck. “Perfect. Now, give a little strum.”

The A-chord doesn’t sound as good as when he plays it, but it’s an improvement since you’d started this impromptu lesson half an hour ago.The fact that butterflies flapped their wings in your stomach every time he touched you didn’t help your concentration, either. 

“I still like it better when you play,” you tell him shyly, lifting the guitar and handing it back to him. “You’re, like, a natural-born rockstar.”

Eddie grins, leaning back against your bed. “Yeah, well, you can’t teach this kind of bad-assery,” he teases, booping you on the nose playfully and inadvertently sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine.

You’re about to muster up the courage to nudge him back when you hear the front door open.

“I’m home!” Andrea shouts obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. You miss the initial flash of fear that washes over your best friend’s face, mistaking his grimace for a mutual dislike of your older sister.

You know that everyone has issues with their siblings; even ones that are close-knit still have their share of rivalries. But your relationship with Andrea goes beyond the usual bickering. Since you were very young, Andrea has bullied and tormented you incessantly. As kids, Andrea would break her old toys and tell your parents that you did it, that way they would buy her newer and better toys. From the moment that Andrea hit puberty, she was the “hot one.” Never mind not being the “pretty sister,” you had to deal with being invisible because all eyes were glued to Andrea. Then you practically were invisible when you started high school and Andrea pretended she didn’t even know you. It didn’t matter that you’d never ratted her out for all the times she snuck out of the house after your parents went to sleep. But any little thing you did wrong, Andrea went straight to your parents and snitched. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if you squealed on your sister anyway since she was quite obviously your parents’ favorite.

When boys did talk to you, it was because they wanted to get to your sister. Some of them thought treating the little sister as a charity case would get them into Andrea’s pants. The only time it was ever different was when Eddie Munson started talking to you your freshman year. He plopped down next to you at your lunch table and started talking to you about the copy of The Hobbit you had been reading. At first you thought this was another ploy to get to Andrea through you, but the longer he talked about things far nerdier than the book in your hands, you figured this guy might actually just want to talk to you. It was an odd and gratifying feeling. The first time you’d mentioned that you were Andrea’s sister, Eddie actually seemed surprised. “You two share blood?” he said. “She’s a goddamn tornado that destroys everything in its path. And you…you’re like a rainbow.” It’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

As your friendship with Eddie grew, you began to tell him more about how Andrea treated you. How she’d hurl the meanest, most vile words your way with no provocation. You didn’t need to provoke Andrea, she was constantly on the offensive. “Why does she treat me like shit all the time?” you’d ask, and Eddie would reply, “She doesn’t need a reason. There’s just venom in her blood.” 

Andrea was the walking embodiment of those luminescent fish that were so beautiful and shiny on the outside, only to lure the smaller, weaker fish in so that it could crush them. Her jet black hair was always shiny and never a strand was out of place. No blemish ever dared to appear on her skin, leaving her with the smoothest, most glowing complexion. Her curves seemed to be perfectly sculpted, defying anyone to not look at her and either want to be her or want to be with her. Obviously, it was impossible for you to keep up with her current flavor of the week. 

“Are you going to play for me?” you ask as Eddie just sits with the guitar in his lap. You scoot until your thigh is pressed up against his. It would be so easy to tilt your head and rest it on his shoulder. The comforting scent of cigarettes, Old Spice deodorant, and a hint of weed floods your senses as you try to be as close to him as you can—without being creepy about it, you remind yourself. 

“I, um,” Eddie mumbles, his eyes watching your bedroom door intently. “I thought you said your sister wasn’t going to be home?”

“I didn’t think she was,” you say with a shrug. “But you know Andrea, she does whatever the hell she wants. Maybe she met her quota for making children cry today and decided to come home early.” 

Eddie nods and looks back down to the guitar in his lap. He swallows so loud that you’re able to hear it, which has you raising your eyebrows. 

“Look, I know she’s demonic,” you say. “But she probably doesn’t even know we’re in here. Besides, if she was going to torture someone, it would be me, not you.”

“I don’t want her to hurt you. I’d rather she hurt me, actually,” Eddie says, still looking down at the guitar in his lap. More words rest on the tip of his tongue, but the bedroom door flying open stops him. 

“I said, I’m—oh, hi, Eddie,” she trills, giving a tiny wave. “Come back for round two?”

Round two? You glance over at Eddie, waiting for an explanation, but he just turns beet red and sheepishly drops his gaze. 

Andrea takes in the puzzled look on your face and laughs harshly. “Aw, did your best friend not tell you?” There’s nothing but malice in her tone, and you feel like a rock landed in your lower abdomen. “Well, let me fill you in.”

“N-No, I should…” Eddie starts, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I swung by yesterday…I forgot you’d picked up that extra shift…”

Andrea rolls her eyes impatiently. “Write a goddamn novel, why don’t you?” she snaps. “I’ll summarize: you weren’t home, I was, and Eddie and I hooked up.”

“H-Hooked up?” The butterflies now have lead wings, and you feel the bile rising in your throat. 

“We slept together,” Eddie clarifies softly at the same time that Andrea quips, “we fucked.”

You try to blink back the tears that mist over your eyes. Your sister knows how you feel about Eddie; you weren’t naïve enough to tell her, she snooped through your diary and has been teasing you about it ever since. And while Eddie has no idea about the massive crush you’ve been harboring, he certainly is aware of how awful your sister is. His betrayal stings one thousand times worse. 

“Your bed is really great for sex,” Andrea sneers as you stumble to your feet. “Not that you’d know.”

This has to be a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any moment, and the idea of Eddie and Andrea sleeping together will be a figment of your overactive imagination. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. But when you glance down at Eddie and see the shame that fills his face, you know. It’s real. Your best friend betrayed you in possibly the worst way he could have done so. All to get his dick wet.

“What the fuck?” It’s all that you can get out of your mouth. You suddenly feel like you’ve run ten miles. You’re lightheaded, your pulse is racing, and sweat is beginning to break out along your hairline. Eddie sets the guitar down and stands up. He reaches for you and you flinch away and pull back from him. The look of hurt that flashes in his eyes would normally make you want to wrap him up in your arms. But now? Now that you know that he fucked your sister in your bed, you don’t want him to ever touch you again. 

“Sweetheart, I’m—”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” you snap. Looking past him, you can see your sister’s face is full of glee as a self-satisfied smirk settles on her lips. “What was in it for you, huh? Just to hurt me?”

Andrea scoffs and brings a hand up to her chest, reminding you of a southern belle clutching her pearls. “Are you insinuating that I don’t have feelings for dear Edward?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Yeah, Eddie, you want to say, that’s the girl you slept with. 

“I would never insinuate that you have any feelings at all. Pretty sure you were born with a lump of coal in your chest instead of a heart. Come here, I’ll stab you with my letter opener and we’ll see the black blood come fucking rushing out,” you seethe. 

“Always so dramatic,” Andrea says with a sigh. “That must be why Eddie doesn’t reciprocate the silly little crush you have on him.”

Eddie’s eyes snap to you, and at any other time, you would’ve said him finding out is the worst possible thing to happen to you. But that’s been usurped now, so you really don’t care how he’s going to react. 

“Must be,” you retort, “or maybe he’s only into psycho bitches.” Clenching your fists, you turn to face Eddie. “I hope her pussy was worth it.” You storm over to your bedroom door, pushing past the both of them. Before you leave, you spin around to face the traitors. “I never want to see either of you again.” You don’t wait for either to respond; you just grab your bag and rush out to your car. 

You’re not sure why you drive to the Hideout; maybe it’s because you still want the comfort of Eddie, but you tell yourself it’s because the drinks are cheap and payday isn’t until next week. 

“I’ll take a Jack & Coke, please,” you tell Lou. The bartender nods, and you add, “you can put it on Eddie’s tab.” He is the reason you’re drinking, after all. 

The thought of their bodies melded into one, him holding her the way you’d only dreamed he’d hold you—it’s too much to bear. And now, like an idiot, you’d left them alone to do it again. 

Lou slides your drink over with a small smile, the most affection you’ve ever seen from the usually stoic man. You down the drink, and then another, frowning when you get the urge to break the seal. 

“Be right back,” you mutter to no one in particular, hoisting yourself off of the barstool and traipsing towards the restroom. You get a decent glimpse of yourself in the mirror: eyes still slightly puffy from when you’d been crying in the car, mascara smudged and smeared. A flick of the makeup wand has you looking a bit perkier already, and you practice your smile a few times before walking back out. 

Lou has another drink ready for you, cocking his head towards the other side of the bar. “Paid for by that gentleman over there,” he informs you, raising his eyebrows. 

You look to where he’s motioning and see a gorgeous older man giving you a little wave. His black t-shirt clings to his muscular frame, and you can’t help but notice the way his biceps ripple with each small movement. He looks to be in his mid- to late-forties, but his hair doesn’t show any signs of thinning. Short brown curls cover his scalp, cropped closely at the base of his neck. His upper body is covered in tattoos, and you immediately wonder where else he has ink. 

You saunter over to him, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously, just as you’d watched Andrea do countless times before. “I guess I should be thanking you for this drink,” you say, giggling and taking a sip. 

“Pleasure’s mine,” he offers, grabbing his green Heineken bottle and taking a swig. “Looked kinda sad, and pretty girls should always have a smile on their face.”

“It worked.” You rest your hand on his bicep, surprising yourself with your own brazenness. Or maybe it’s just tipsiness?

“You gotta name, pretty girl?” the mystery man asks, and you tell him. “Pretty name, too. Damn,” he muses. “I’m Jack. Just, uh, moved back to Hawkins a coupla days ago.”

“Moved back? So you don’t need the welcome tour?” you pout, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Pretty girl, I’ll take you up on anything you offer.”

You consider his proposition. “Let me finish this drink and we’ll see.”

His hand rests on your thigh as he tells you that he’s got a job lined up at the local power plant—immediately reminding you of Wayne, but you push the feeling down. You allow yourself to get lost in his sky blue eyes, somehow both haunting and comforting. 

You kill out your third drink, contemplating ordering one more. Either Jack was paying, or Eddie was, so all you had to worry about was how drunk you wanted to get. 

“What had you all upset earlier, hm?” Jack asks, running his thumb along the denim above your knee. “Don’t tell me it’s some stupid boy.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you then.” You giggle again—you can’t seem to stop giggling around him. “He’s not worth the time.”

Jack shakes his head. “He’s not. You don’t need to play his games. What you need,” he says seriously, “is a real man.”

“And where can I find one?”

His lips crash against yours hungrily, gently parting them with his tongue. He tastes like the hoppiness of beer and stale cigarettes, but you don’t mind. 

“That tour you mentioned earlier,” he murmurs in your ear, “can the first stop be my place?”

You give him a pout, leaning forward into his space, just enough for him to get a peek down your shirt. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

Jack looks around the bar, doing a doubletake when he sees the bathrooms in the back corner. He slides from his seat and takes one of your hands in his. There’s a smirk on his face as he walks backwards towards the bathrooms, tugging you along.

“Just as impatient as I am,” he says. “We shouldn’t wait any longer then.”

Without taking notice of if it’s the men or women’s room, you follow Jack in as he nudges a bathroom door open with his elbow. He’s quick to lock it behind you and his hands are instantly on you, grabbing at your waist as his mouth finds yours again. The kisses are urgent and sloppy, no teasing, just devouring one another. Your hands move down to his beltbuckle, making quick work of it and working on the button of his jeans. Strong, large hands grope over your chest as you shove his pants down, but just as you break from the kiss to get down on your knees, there’s a loud banging on the bathroom door. You’re startled and grab onto Jack’s arm, and he’s quick to wrap it around you reassuringly.

“Not in my bar!” Lou shouts through the door. 

Well, you think, can’t show my face at The Hideout again. Your face is burning in embarrassment as Jack huffs an awkward chuckle and resituates his belt. 

“I guess my place is the first stop on the tour then. That is, if you still want to?” Jack’s eyes meet yours, obviously wanting to convey that if you’re no longer interested, that’s fine. But a little embarrassment was nothing compared to how you felt earlier in the day.

“I want to,” you say. For emphasis, you grab the back of his neck and give him a kiss that proves how much you want him. When you pull away, there’s a dazed smile on his face that may be the most endearing thing you’ve seen all day. He takes your hand in his and slowly opens the bathroom door. Luckily, Lou isn’t standing on the other side of it, but you’re sure he’s not far off, watching to make sure the two of you leave. 

You force yourself not to look over at the bar as you and Jack head towards the door. It’s not like you think the bartender will tell anyone, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at the moment. Jack’s car isn’t the nicest, but that’s not something you ever cared about anyway. If it gets you from point A to point B, that’s all that matters. The gentleman that he is, he holds the passenger’s side door open for you and you slip inside. He practically runs around to the driver’s side and it makes you let out a soft giggle. When’s the last time someone seemed this eager to spend time with you? And seem to be genuinely enjoying it?

The ride to his place is only about five minutes, and Jack makes sure you stay in the car until he can come around and open the door for you again. The apartment complex isn’t the nicest either, but what was in Hawkins? His place is on the first floor and you watch his hands as he fumbles with his keys. They’re large, calloused, from what you can only assume is years of work. Staring at them just makes you want to have them all over your body even more. 

As soon as he swings the door open, he’s all over you again. Frantic kisses keep his lips connected to yours as the two of you clumsily make your way to his couch. The material is worn, but not dirty, and you find yourself once again fumbling with his belt as he sits on the cushions.

“Picking up where we left off?” Jack teases, throwing his head back in ecstasy as you get back on your knees and take him into your mouth. The saltiness of sweat and pre-cum hits your tongue, his cock edging towards your throat when he brings his hands to the back of your head and helping you find the perfect rhythm.

“J-Jesus Christ,” he hisses, bucking his hips slightly and watching the tears involuntarily pooling along your lash line. “First time back in that dive bar in years, and I managed to find the girl who gives the best head in Hawkins.”

As if to prove his point further, you cup his heavy balls as you lick up and down his shaft. You keep at it for a few minutes, swirling your tongue around his overly sensitive tip before he pulls away.

“You’re good–too good; but ‘m not gonna lie to you,” he admits when you stare up at him with a puzzled expression, “I don’t bounce back as fast as those college guys you’re probably used to, and I gotta be inside your pussy tonight.”

You nod, tugging your shirt above your head as he helps you shimmy out of your jeans. “Like what you see?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away; just unhooks your bra and watches it fall to the floor. His gaze immediately snaps back to your bare breasts, beckoning you over to straddle his waist. His hard length presses against your lace panties, and the two of you moan in tandem.

“I don’t think you need these,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the lace before tearing them off completely. His middle finger easily finds your clit as he makes slow, deliberate circles.

You can’t help the way you grind against his touch, begging him to stretch you so good. The finger drags through your folds before he slips it inside you.

“So wet already, hmm? Pretty girl must need another finger.” You cry out in pleasure as his forefinger breaches your hole, pumping faster until you feel the familiar tension building in your core.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you manage, barely able to formulate a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. 

He reaches into the pockets of the pants he discarded and fishes out his wallet to grab the foil-wrapped condom tucked away. Your eyes watch hungrily as he slips it over his cock, fucking his fist a few times to make sure he’s ready for you. His other hand grabs your waist and helps guide you until you’re hovering over his cock. Slowly, you begin to slide down, both of you letting out a groan as he first enters you. The stretch feels so good and from the way Jack’s squeezing his eyes closed and biting at his lower lip, you’d say it feels good for him as well.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Gives the best head and has the tightest pussy.”

Your only response is a whimper as you lower yourself even further, letting more of his cock fill you up. Once you no longer need your arms to steady yourself, you brace your hands on Jack’s chest. When your hands meet the fabric of his shirt though, you frown. Unable to form words as he finally bottoms out inside you, you tug at the dark material of his shirt, hoping he gets the hint. Reluctantly taking his hands off of you, he maneuvers out of his shirt and tosses it on the floor with his jeans. Most of his chest is covered in ink and you find your eyes trailing the different designs as you rock your hips back and forth. You slide your hands down to rest on his abdomen, since there’s no tattoos there, and you can get a better view of the artwork above. A snake is curled near his right collarbone and a little beneath that there are some sort of wings, but you’re not sure if it’s meant to be an angel, a bird, or something else. On the left side of his chest there is a bird, and it looks like a crow. There’s also a small “E” down near his heart that you can only assume is for an old girlfriend. 

Jack starts rocking his hips up to meet yours and it has your mind completely forgetting about the tattoos as you close your eyes in pleasure. His hands feel rough where they rest on the skin of your waist, but it feels so good when he slides them around to the front and grabs your breasts. You give a particularly hard thrust of your hips when his thumb grazes over your right nipple. There’s a breathy chuckle below you as he sees how sensitive you are to his touch. 

“Feel good, huh?” Jack asks. Breaths becoming more shallow, you nod your head. That’s not good enough for him, though. He gently pinches your nipple, just enough to get your attention, not enough to hurt. “Use your words for me, pretty girl.”

“It’s good,” you say. “So fucking good.” 

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So deep,” you say through a moan. “You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.” It’s true. He’s definitely the largest you’ve ever been with, and in your position, it feels like he’s splitting you open. His arm wraps around your middle as he adjusts himself so he’s sitting up more, your faces closer together this way. As your eyes slip closed again, his lips settle on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily. His teeth graze your bottom lip and it causes you to moan into his mouth. 

“You’re close,” he says. It’s not a question, but a bonafide statement; he already knows your body all too well. “Cream my cock, pretty girl. Just let go f’me.”

The coil snaps as he thrusts into you harder and faster than before. He spills into the condom with a groan of your name but doesn’t pull out right away. You keep him inside you as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

“I should go,” you murmur, realizing that there is no way in hell that Andrea won’t rat you out for coming in late and smelling of sex. “Could you give me a lift back to the Hideout so I can get my car?”

Jack nods, discarding the used rubber in a nearby waste bin as you get dressed. You start to look for your underwear before remembering how he destroyed it, and it has you getting wet all over again. 

He kisses you one last time in the bar parking lot. “Sorry I couldn’t stick around for round two,” you tease, “but maybe I’ll catch you here another time?”

“I sure fuckin’ hope so.”

You’re in your bedroom a few days later, frantically searching through your cassette collection for your favorite AC/DC tape. It’s not in the “As” section, where it would normally be, and you realize with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you’d left it at Eddie’s a few weeks ago.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter. He was the only one allowed to borrow it–you’d gotten it signed by Angus Young when you saw the band in concert, and it meant everything to you. You needed it back.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer seems to fly by, now that you’re dreading facing him. You knock on the door once to no answer, but his van is parked in front, so you knock again, louder this time.

“I need my AC/DC tape,” you snarl as soon as he opens the door.

He rubs his face, combing his fingers through his hair. “Can I drop it off later? And then maybe we can talk?” he asks meekly.

“No.” You shake your head and put out your hand. “Go get the tape and give it to me now.”

Eddie glances around the trailer nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Look,” he starts, “now’s really not a good time…”

You scoff. “Why? Are you fucking another one of my family members? A cousin or something?”

A brief look of hurt flashes across Eddie’s face. He shakes his head and looks down at his feet before meeting your eyes again. “No. No, I wouldn’t…” he trails off with a sigh, sensing it’s useless—and he’s right. “My dad’s here.”

That’s one of the last things you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows raise in shock as you stare at him. Eddie hadn’t seen his father in years. Didn’t want to, according to him, no matter how many times his dad reached out. The relationship was tumultuous to say the least, but you felt you never had the right to offer any advice since you couldn’t relate to his situation. And Eddie never asked, so you weren’t going to say anything. 

“Your dad?” you ask, just wanting to clarify. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He keeps speaking, but movement in the trailer behind him catches your eye. You blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing what you think you are. An airy giggle bursts out of you, drawing both the attention of Eddie and the man in the living room—Eddie’s father, apparently.

“What?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing in confusion. He looks behind him to see his dad, then back to you, unsure of what is making you laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Eddie’s dad stares at you, eyes widening as he comes forward to stand next to his son at the door. The shit-eating grin on your face must be confusing both of them, but it’s wholly impossible for you not to find this whole situation highly amusing. 

“Eddie?” his dad asks. “How do you know the pretty girl from the bar?”

Your ex-best friend’s gaze shoots to his father, head moving so fast that the curls whip around his head. Seeing them next to one another, you can see the resemblance. About the same height and build, same nose, and both covered in ink. Their curls are roughly the same color even if one has brown eyes and one has blue. 

“W-What?” Eddie asks, looking from his dad back to you.

“Hi, Jack,” you say, giving the older man a wink. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Eddie asks, the color draining from his face. You wait a beat while the realization sets in. “She’s…he’s…” He turns back to you. “You fucked my dad?”

You laugh, shrugging as you reply, “Guess so.” You waltz past your bewildered friend–ex-friend– grabbing Jack’s hand as you lead him back to Eddie's bedroom. 

“Wanna help me look for my tape?” you ask, hooking a finger through his belt loop and you bring your lips to whisper in his ear, “and maybe we can see about that round two?”

Jack grins, grabbing a handful of your ass as he follows you. “Looks like we found the next stop on our tour.”

[toxicanonymity]

Uhhhh nightwalks Joel and reader getting high off their asses and then fucking

harder - 420 special, can read alone.

2.8k | Joel x f!Reader | night walks masterlist

IMG: dark profile shot of Joel that says, "lift heavy, talk dirty, smoke weed" and "night walks" in the bottom left.

He slowly rubs your thigh and says, “It's ok, pumpkin. Shouldn’ta had the windows open. Got hot workin' out.” He gets up and closes the windows, pulls the shades down, and double-locks the door. He dims the lights, too.  It’s still pretty hot inside.  You unzip your hoodie, and he wets his lips as you take it off. 

Ty 420 Anon, yard-spying bj anon, @missannwinchester, @xdaddysprincessxx , and everyone for all the great Qs, comments, and ideas. 👖

WARNINGS: 18+ Non-outbreak, AU pothead neighbor Joel, reader smokes, unspecified age gap, drinking, fingering, oral, unsafe vaginal sex (PIV), light choking, hard drug use, bad ideas. Mild dubcon bc drugs? (she has the intent before the drugs)

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You start taking your night walks again.  You keep seeing your creepy neighbor Joel out in the wild anyway, and your efforts not to fuck him have been not only futile but increasingly weak. You’re walking your first lap around the neighborhood and a car pulls up to Joel's house.  A young woman gets out of the car.  She goes around back to his man cave where the door must be open because it sounds like he’s lifting weights.   Your stomach drops and your heart races.  Who is she? His estranged wife–if he even has one, you've never seen her–can’t be your age, can she?  Then again, if he can pull you . . . are you just one of many? 

Despite your best efforts, it doesn’t leave your mind.  When you come back around the neighborhood, your curiosity gets the best of you and you quietly prowl into the back of his yard.  His lights are on, so you can see clearly and it makes your insides turn.  In the window to the right, Joel is in the middle of sitting down.  He rubs his nose and eases back into the sofa with his hands behind his head, elbows out.  A look of pleasure spreads across his face. and he says “oh yeah.”   In the window to the left, she’s kneeling on the ground in front of him.  The gap between the windows spares you the explicit details.  Joel looks down, watching her and licking his lips and man, he looks hot.  Yeah, it actually turns you on.  

His eyes drift to the window and you quietly slink away before he sees you.  You walk around the block one more time and light up a joint, hoping to push away your traitorous gut reaction to this development.  You have all these thoughts like I should’ve given in.  . . .I should’ve come when he invited me. . . He finally gave up on me. . .  You know these thoughts make no sense.  They make you feel dirty.  He’s so skeezy and vile.  He’s been preying on you.  That’s what you want?

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As you approach his cul de sac for the third time, she’s driving away.  That was so fast, you have to wonder if he paid her.  

“Evenin’, pumpkin.”  His voice startles you from the treeline.  He’s standing where you were. 

You don’t say anything.  You take a hit of your joint.  

“Yeah I bet you had a pretty good view from here,” he says.  

Your heart races and your face gets hot. 

You respond, “Have a good time?”

“Oh yeah, always a good time.  You wanna try it?” 

You scoff but almost, briefly entertain the idea. “I’m good.  How much does a blow job cost these days anyway?” You instantly regret the question.  Probably sounded resentful.  

“Depends how much you’re buyin’.” 

“What?”

“Ahh, blow job,” he says.  You're embarrassed by how loud he says it.  He slowly walks closer to the street – closer to you –  then stops when he’s a couple of feet away. He crosses his arms and his biceps bulges under his tight t-shirt.�� “Blow job. . . that’s what you thought?  Well damn. I’m flattered, pumpkin. All jealous of my dealer spendin’ time with me.” As usual, you hate it when he’s right.  

“That’s what you call ‘contactless pick-up’?”

“That ain’t the weed girl.”

He walks around you slowly, like you’re a steak he’s about to carve up, then he puts his hand on the back of your neck and lowers his voice.

“That’s Michelle Pfieffer, baby.  Not Mary Jane.”  He looks at your joint and you hand it to him.  He's totally lost you.  "Never seen Scarface?"  He takes a hit, inhales, and holds. His broad chest swells with his lungs. Then he strokes your temple and squints at you, like he’s reading you, as he brings his mouth less than a centimeter from yours and exhales.  You breathe him in so cleanly, so greedily, barely any of it escapes into the air around you.  You hold, then turn your head to release the smoke.  It was too much, too soon, but you couldn’t turn him away. After successfully resisting a glance for several minutes, your eyes fall to the ample bulge in his PJs, sending a warm rush to your core. 

He smirks and strokes the nape of your neck.  You don’t say anything. You just stand there marveling at how genuinely hot he is.  Beautiful, even.  Shit, you’re really high. 

“C’mon,” he says and rotates around so he’s next to you, slightly behind you.  He squeezes your neck, and his forearm is resting between your shoulder blades when he starts walking you towards his basement.  You barely resist at all.  “Real bad girl shit, you’re gonna love it.” 

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By the time you’re halfway to the door, his hand is no longer on your neck.  It’s drifted down to give your ass a brief squeeze, and for the first time since finding out his real intentions, you’re walking into his basement quite willingly. 

He nods to the couch.   “What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever.” You move a throw pillow out of your way and sit down. 

On the ottoman in front of the couch, there’s a mirrored tray with a credit card, loosely rolled $100 bill, and white powder residue.  She was doing a line, not sucking his cock. Now you’re even more embarrassed.  

Joel comes around the sofa and gives you an IPA.  

He sits down right next to you, manspreading with his hand on his inner thigh and his other thigh flush with yours.  He slowly rubs your leg and says, “It's okay, pumpkin. I shouldn’ta had the windows open. Got hot workin' out.”

He gets up and closes the windows, pulls the shades down, and double-locks the door. He dims the lights, too.  It’s still pretty hot inside.  As he slowly crosses the room, he wets his lips and watches you unzip your hoodie  You fold it up and set it in your lap.

"You gotta try this shit." He gets out his drug box. 

You hesitate and decline. 

“Girl as bad as you, never done hard drugs?” 

“Tried it, didn't like it.  It was gross.” 

“Bet it was cut with somethin’ gross.  This is good shit. maybe later though.  Hmm?"  He turns to face you, strokes your inner thigh, and studies your face.  

"Yeah I'm already high as fuck" you admit. 

He laughs.  “High as fuck . . . that makes two of us, pumpkin.”  You can see it in his eyes, too. He extends his beer to cheers yours.  

"Got all stressed out seein' me with another chick?"  

You take a long sip and observe the tent in his pants, resenting that he's right as usual.  He takes a long sip too then puts it down.  He leans in close, puts his mouth against your ear. "You don't have to say it," he whispers as he takes your beer out of your hand and your sweatshirt out of your lap, setting them on the table without fully leaving your space.  His cold hand slides between your legs, lightly trailing up your inner thigh over your thin joggers. Then he adds, "I can feel it."   

You’re already turning to face him.  Your legs open, making room for him.  “Yeah, that’s right” he says. 

You lean back, he gets between your legs, and his hands prowl up toward your shoulders, caging you to the couch.  He presses the hard silhouette of his cock into your inseam.  Then his mouth latches onto yours and your chest swells into him, your nipples hardening against his tight undershirt.  He makes room then his hand slides up under your undershirt – no bra – taking the shirt with it.  You help him pull it over your head.  Then he cups a breast and palms your hard nipple and your back arches.  You’re throbbing for him. 

“too hot for these,” he says, hooking fingers into your joggers. He begins to pull them down, then pauses when they’re at your knees.  He spreads you open with both thumbs and plants his mouth for a taste.  He licks and moans “Mmm’ into your cunt, then plunges his tongue inside, making your hips lift into his face.   

He comes up for air and says, "god damn you're hot," palming himself over his pants. He finishes pulling your joggers off.  "Hotter every fuckin time." He returns to grinding into you and sucks your neck. Holy fuck, he's hard.  So hard.  Your mouth falls open with a soft moan.  

"Yeah, you feel that? C’mon, let's get wild, baby."  He grinds into you a couple more times, says “yeah,” then sits back on his heels and gets the coke baggie. He picks up a small key ring from the coffee table.  Joel opens the bag and dips a key into it, getting the smallest little mountain of white powder on the end of the key, then he puts the baggie down on the tray.  

"C'mere a sec. It's just a little," he says.  You sit up while he makes a vertical fist and puts the smallest hill of white powder on the flat web between his thumb and forefinger.  It doesn't look like much, so you play along, closing a nostril and bringing your nose to his fist. You inhale and he says "attagirl," then with the same hand, he grabs your jaw and pulls your mouth into his for an aggressive kiss.  The back of your throat is dripping nasally, but you're tingling all over as his tongue invades your mouth with his hand holding your jaw.  Then that hand loosens and slides down to your throat and he pushes you back down on the couch, your head landing on the throw pillow. 

"Don't worry, pumpkin.  All yours tonight, every inch,” he says, stroking himself through his pants. That sends a bolt of desire right through you.  His hand slides down your chest  over your stomach to your dripping pussy and he says "you taste real fuckin good, you know that?" as he fingers you.  Then he licks his thick digits clean.  

He pulls down his waistband, frees himself from his PJ pants, then changes his mind and takes them off entirely.  He lays his hips onto yours, his stiff cock resting on  your mound and you tilt your hips in search of friction.   God, you need him so bad.  His face returns to your neck and you claw at his t-shirt.  He takes it off and admires you with red, half-lidded eyes while he's still sitting upright.  

"God you look so fuckin hot. . . “  He runs his hand lightly over your stomach, between your breasts, and back. You badly want him inside you. 

He takes the baggie and dips the key in it again. “Gotta do it, ‘fore I get you all sweaty.”   Then the cold metal on your cleavage makes your nipples harden and he inhales deeply.  He carefully draws a thin line along your cleavage, all the way up to your clavicle, then admires his work.  

"Baby you're the hottest thing ‘ever been in this room," he says and your heart swells a little, to your embarrassment. 

You watch him in a trance, wanting him back against your buzzing body.  He picks up and tightens the rolled up bill.  He strokes his naked cock with his other hand then lets it fall between your legs.  Your hips tilt, and his tip meets your entrance, nudging at your tight, wet hole while he braces himself on the couch.  Your legs open a little wider for him.  Your body is drunk with need.  Then he brings his head to your chest, the bill to his nose, and snorts the whole line, up to the bottom of your throat, and in the same swift motion, he plunges his stiff length into you with a groan, and you moan at the stretch of his girth.  

He tilts his head back and sniffles, staying inside you as he does it.   Jesus, who knew a cock could be so hard, or feel so good.  He retreats half way then pushes all the way into you again, bottoming out with a shudder. 

“God damn, baby,” he says, then begins to move his hips fluidly.  He feels so unequivocally good, you can’t even pretend he doesn’t.  No part of you can.  In a fucked up way, you feel like you’re exactly where you want to be in life, on the couch of this creep’s basement.   He grunts as he buries his rock-hard length inside you and sucks at your neck.  His cock fills you up just right, just the right amount of stretch, and the way he moves his hips, he’s rubbing you just right, too.  All you want is more of it.  

“Harder,” you hear yourself say.  

“What now?” he smirks with a hint of disbelief. 

“Harder, Joel.” He heard you the first time, he just wanted to hear it again. “Fuck me harder.”  Your hips lift into his and you wrap your legs all the way around him.  He rolls into you smoothly again, nodding, and you feel it building in your core.  You watch him in anticipation - his glistening biceps.  His absurd triceps.  His strong torso.  Something animalistic comes across his face. 

“Fuck yeah,”  he breathes.  

He slams into you with a grunt, and you moan.  You don’t bother trying not to.  Not tonight.  He hooks his arms under your shoulders for leverage and pounds into you again and again, to the hilt each time, grunting, breathing heavily.  You gasp.  He’s hitting that spot just right and he knows it.  You’re close to coming.  His messy hair bounces as he rails you.  

“Thought you’d never ask, baby,” he says.  

He moves one of his arms under your knee, putting that leg on his shoulder, and keeps railing you. It feels like your whole torso is being filled by him. You groan loudly, overwhelmed by him all up in your guts.   It’s like he’s been holding out on you – he was already so good and this is just ridiculous.  

“Fuckin’ love this pussy,” he pants, looking at you like a work of art as he fucks you.  Your back arches and you writhe under him, so close to the edge.  He somehow pushes even further.  

“And you love this cock, don’t ya?” You nod, tears prickling your eyes.  Sweat falls off his chest onto yours as he pummels you.  

“Fuck yeah,” he growls.  

“Yeah,” you pant, practically a whisper. You could do this all night.  

He slams into you hard again, tripping you over the edge, and you repeat “Yeah,” louder, which turns into a moan as you squirm under him through your waves of pleasure and your body jerks.  

“I know, baby,” he says. “Attagirl, yeah, come on this cock.” You continue to contract, and manage to stammer, “Oh God, don’t stop.” 

As your climax wanes, he hooks both his arms under yours again and says “c’mere,” as his hips  roll into you more gracefully again.  He kisses you, and moans into your mouth as he fucks you, and you quickly feel it building again.  You moan and he says, “hell yeah.” 

He pulls out and your gut reaction is”no,” before he can even help you into straddling him.  “Well hot damn,” he says and sits back for you to ride him. 

You push yourself up by your elbows, then begin to climb into his lap.  

“All yours, baby.  Ride it.”  

You can’t sink onto him fast enough.  You both grunt as your bodies are joined.  You roll your hips into him and his large hands move you on his cock.  He takes a nipple into his mouth and your head falls back.  You still can’t get over how hard he is.  You could do this all night, you think.  

But it isn’t long before his breath changes and you know he’s gonna come.  Yeah, you know he’s about to come, and yet, you can’t bear to tear yourself off his cock. He pulls you down flush against him with a groan and holds you there.  His head falls back. His hips lift, and he pulses enormously inside you, sending you for your second time.  You whine “Oh, God,” as you clench around him.  And he moans,  lifting his hips into you with each rope.  Then you cut his moan off with your lips on his, and he groans into your mouth.  

You sit on his lap with his cock still inside as you catch your breaths.  Eventually, he gives your ass a squeeze and says, “God I’m thirsty.” 

You agree, and get off him.  He hands you your beer and you take a long swig.  

“I’m spent, pumpkin.  Got too fuckin’ high.  You tired?” 

Yeah, you are.  

“Alright, let’s take a nap and do that again,” he says. 

 And you stay. 

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A/N: I'm curious if anyone recognizes this situation, because it's based on a movie/scene that inspired the neighbor & drugs premise of night walks to begin with. I know where we're picking up from here thanks to @missannwinchester 👖 and still have many night walks ideas on the board from y'all, brewing and welcome.

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A House That Has Everything: Chapter 2

A/N: Chapter 2 of my new series! This one came to me when I saw these amazing AI photos on Instagram made by @blackvelvetep and @_chiara975ep. (Be sure to check out their pages on Instagram!) My fic brain went crazy and this storyline was born.

Set in Regency England, Mr. Presley is the gentleman who owns and resides in Graceland Manor. Annabelle Martin is his newest maid after her parents have died and left her an orphan. Can he resist his affection for her, despite the difference in their social class?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), imagining some sexy things

Word count: ~2.4k

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Mr. Presley sighs and turns from the window. Will the responsibility of this new life never end?

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After two weeks in her new position, Annabelle has settled into a new normal at Graceland Manor. It's not one she particularly likes or enjoys, but it's a routine at least. She's finally learned what her responsibilities are and how to do all of them. She's also met everyone in the house and learned who is worth talking to and who isn't. The other maids are not. They're both young and experienced and spend most of their time making snide comments and whispering about her. The cook, Mrs. Hall, is her favorite person, so far. She has a warm, welcoming air about her that makes Annabelle feel at home even in the big house that has no other home-like feeling. She hasn't talked to her much, but she likes her best of all anyway. And the handsome footman that answered the door when she first arrived is the cook’s son. His name is Jimmy and he's been nothing but cordial, albeit maybe a little too friendly. Most everyone else is nice enough, but she doesn't have a real companion among the group.

One of Annabelle's jobs is tending the fires in every room each morning. This means she's up before dawn every day. She doesn't enjoy that part, but it's actually quite nice to move about the house while everyone else is still asleep. Her favorite room is the library, which doubles as Mr. Presley’s private study. She never has much time to spend in there, but she does take a few minutes occasionally to look around at the books, even glancing at his desk a couple of times. He's a mess. There are papers stacked and sticking out of piles everywhere. She's not sure why, but she finds this a little endearing, even if she has sworn to hate him.

About 3 weeks after her first day, Annabelle walks into the library purposefully, ready to light the fire and try to look at the books a little. She's startled when she realizes there is a candle burning and someone sitting at the desk. There's only one person it could possibly be, so she tries to back out of the room as quickly as she can, but she hits the doorframe and it makes a loud thud. He immediately turns and stands up and she gasps.

Mr. Presley has an imposing presence even when he's not angry, so he feels almost terrifying when he is. He glares at her and Annabelle is overwhelmed with the desire to melt into the carpet.

“Where have you been?! It's freezing in here.” She shakes her head and stumbles over her words.

“I-I I'm sorry-”

“There's no excuse.” His eyes are wild and red-rimmed like he's either been crying or hasn't slept or both and his hair looks like he's run his hand through it about a thousand times. Annabelle recognizes the look of distress and her fear turns to compassion.

“Did you… have you been in here all night?” She asks in a small voice. He's obviously disarmed by the fact that she hasn't just run away from him.

“What?”

“You look like… have you slept?” She chances a step towards him and his imposing presence seems to shrink a little.

“That is none of your business! Just light the fire and get out!” He spits at her and turns away. She walks over to the fire and tends to it quickly.

As she works at the fireplace, he turns back and watches her. There was a hint of something in her voice that he hasn't experienced from anyone other than the Mrs. Hall in a very long time. Could it have been kindness?

He softens a bit as he watches her at the fireplace. Her shoulders are delicate and graceful as she works and he has the thought again that she wasn't built for this kind of hard labor. He feels an insane desire to help her, to take the task of making the fire and do it for her, but that would be inappropriate on every level. Still, something about her makes him want to throw propriety out the window and care for her the way men do in stories about knights and ladies. He's lost in this reverie when she finishes and stands up, turning back to him.

Annabelle is shocked to find him watching her when she turns away from the fire. He moves quickly to look somewhere else, but for half a second she could've sworn his expression was gentle.

“Are you finished?” He hisses, not looking at her.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Get out. Be earlier tomorrow.” His attempt to put her in the right place in his mind comes out as unnecessary coldness.

“Yes, sir.” Annabelle whispers and goes to walk from the room. But at the door, she pauses and turns back.

“You could tell me… why you haven't slept… if you wanted. No one would listen even if I tried to tell them your secrets.” For a second, he meets her eyes and the warmth he finds there soothes an ache he didn't even know he had. And then he remembers himself.

“OUT.” He tries to yell, but falters the tiniest bit. She nods and leaves the room.

Falling into the nearest chair, Mr. Presley sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose. She's right that he hasn't slept. He's been holed up in the study trying to make sense of some documents since last night. Somewhere around 3am, the frustration had turned to grief and he cried for an hour or so. He was making his way back to frustration when she came in.

Why had he responded to her kindness with such cruelty? He knows the answer but isn't ready to face the reality of it.

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In the next room, Annabelle sits in front of the fireplace crying quietly into her apron. She's so lonely and tired of the harshness with which she's treated here. There's not even anyone she could tell about her struggles. She's alone.

And why had she tried to connect with him? Not only is he a gentleman, he's her master, and not a very nice one at that. But something about him and his emotional state touched her and she felt compelled to offer herself in some way. And for no discernible reason whatsoever, his rejection hurts worst of all.

She starts to cry big, heaving sobs, knowing they're audible but no longer caring. Let them get rid of her. Maybe she could leave this miserable place and let Mr. Presley light his own fires.

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On his way to bed, Mr. Presley hears the unmistakable sound of a woman crying coming from the drawing room. He walks quietly to the door and peeks through the crack.

The new maid.

His heart shatters when he hears the depth of her despair as she sobs. She's probably crying because he was so hateful. He lightly puts his fingertips on the door to push it open and go to her. Then he stops. It takes everything inside him to turn from the door and leave her there crying.

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When Annabelle gets back downstairs, the kitchen is bustling with activity. Mr. Presley is entertaining later that evening, so Mrs. Hall is in a tizzy getting everything ready. Most days she does just fine by herself since she's only cooking for one man upstairs and the help downstairs, but when he entertains, she wishes she had some help. Annabelle wanders through despondently and perches on a bench.

“Love, don't you have something else to do?” Mrs. Hall asks, sweat running down the side of her face.

“Not really. I've done all my morning work already.” Annabelle kicks the floor with the toe of her shoe. She's still having to work to keep from crying.

“Get over here and help me, then. I'm assuming you know how to peel and chop.”

“Yes ma'am. I did all the cooking when I lived with my… my parents.” Her voice catches in her throat and Mrs. Hall stops and actually looks at her with her red little nose and tear-stained face.

“Love, what's got you upset?” Mrs. Hall asks as Annabelle washes her hands and takes some potatoes to peel.

“Nothing, ma'am.”

“Call me Gladys, dear.” Annabelle shakes her head.

“Oh, I could never.” Mrs. Hall laughs.

“Even Mr. Presley calls me Gladys sometimes.” Annabelle looks up at her in shock. That's far more interesting than her troubles.

“May I ask why?”

“Sure you can. I practically raised that boy. His mother passed trying to birth his twin and I had Daniel who was nearly the same age. Colonel Presley was lost for a good while after the mistress died and he paid very little attention to his son. The nanny they'd hired wasn't a very nice woman and Elvis- I mean Mr. Presley- used to spend most of his time hiding from her down here with me. He played with my boys and I taught him to cook and play the pianoforte. He's almost like a son to me, despite the difference in station.” Annabelle’s eyes widen with Mrs. Hall’s words. She tries to imagine a young Mr. Presley running through the kitchen, learning to cook and playing with servant boys. But more than the image of him as a child, it's the look that Mrs. Hall has when she talks about him that surprises her. It's a look of deep respect and love. She wonders how long it's been since Mrs. Hall has spoken with him. Maybe he has changed. “Now why don't you tell me what's got you so troubled.”

Annabelle looks down at the potato she's peeling and decides that she needs someone more than she needs to keep her own secrets.

“It's funny you mention Mr. Presley.”

“Why, love?” Annabelle sighs.

“He's the reason I was upset. Well, not the whole reason, but kind of the last thing I could handle. No one here has been very kind to me, him least of all.” Mrs. Hall nods and smiles.

“Hm. He likes you.” Annabelle looks at her with her face scrunched in shock.

“No, he does not. I assure you.”

“He likes you and he knows he shouldn't. He's trying to keep you at arm’s length.” Annabelle shakes her head.

“How do you know? Maybe he hates me?”

“If he hated you he wouldn't speak to you at all. I know my boy. He likes you.”

“No, I'm sure that's not it.” Annabelle continues peeling potatoes in silence, but her heart is pounding. Why does the prospect of Mr. Presley liking her make her knees weak?

******

That evening, Mr. Presley has several friends over for dinner. They eat and play cards and have cigars and brandy and recount their most recent adventures in London. His closest friend, Mr. Jasper Davies, asks what everyone else is wondering.

“When will you be married, then?” They're not eager to lose the company of their bachelor friend, but they know the expectation now that he's the master of a great house.

“I have no designs on marriage anytime soon.” Mr. Presley answers, knowing this won't be realistic for very long. He'll have to marry sooner rather than later. Still, he's never found any particular young lady of his station that he liked well enough to marry. There had been one girl, an actress, that he had loved quite a bit before he joined the army, but she was not a viable partner for him. None of the ladies of the county interested him and he found most of them to be rather one-dimensional and boring.

The conversation about marriage continues, but Mr. Presley has a hard time focusing. For some reason, the new maid enters his mind. He thinks about her slender white hands, too delicate for the work she does. And the way her uniform follows her curves down to her waist and then hides the rest. What he wouldn't give to be able to see her legs and feet unobstructed. He lets his imagination go even further and suddenly a picture of her naked and sprawled on his bed appears. His cock twitches in his pants and he has to adjust and clear his throat to bring himself back to reality. That's a thought he cannot have, especially not in present company.

Eventually, everyone retires to one of the many bedrooms in the house. Mr. Presley stops briefly in the library with the vague hope that the maid might be there. Of course she's not, but the brandy he's had makes his logic a little faulty. He makes it back to his bedroom where his valet undresses him and puts him in bed.

It's not long before he realizes he's staring at his fireplace, imagining the maid on her knees in front of it. This image is quickly replaced by an image of her on her knees in front of him. He curses himself for the inappropriate images in his head and the way his dick hardens at the thought of her, but he can't stop his hand from finding himself under his nightshirt. She's so pretty and kind and graceful and oh, God, he'd give anything to see her and feel her pressed up against him as they tumble naked together in the bedclothes.

He moans softly as his hand pumps his cock, sliding his foreskin back and forth, his thumb sweeping over the tip to collect the beads of precum as they gather. His hips buck into his palm and he strokes himself harder and faster. He tries to focus again on the actress that he normally thought of when he did this, but he can't. There is only the maid. The maid with her hands on him, with her mouth on him, with her thighs on either side of his hips as she sinks down onto him, with her lips parted and eyes closed as she reaches the peak of ecstasy and cries out his name. With that, he whimpers as he cums all over his hand, his cock throbbing and pulsing and leaking until his release has fully washed over him. He lays in his bed sweating and trying to catch his breath. The picture of her in his mind is so clear. He opens his mouth to whisper, but nothing comes out.

He doesn't even know her name.

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Until next time...

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Y'all wanted the lore, so here ya go!

@localcanadiancreature62 tagged as requested

These are both variations of the Timestuck AU, so keep that in mind. Made these two AUs yesterday in the same hour of each other because I have brainrot and there's this really good timestuck fic I've been reading that got my brain rolling (Stan Overboard by itS_JuSt_a_thought on ao3).

Teen Dreams AU

Teen Ford ends up in 2013 with old Stan. Old Ford ends up with teen Stan in the early 1970s. The teen twins are from about a year after the science fair incident; so, teen Stan is a year into being homeless & teen Ford is a year into being in Backupsmore. No one knows how the fuck the Fords swapped places in time, but they need to get them back to their own timelines. This is all about two weeks before their birthday. Old Stan gets to see how teen Ford genuinely missed him back then. Old Ford gets a little glimpse of how teen Stan's situation was for him (this is during Stan's salesman days, think around the time he got banned from New Jersey and is heading to Pennsylvania). Teen Stan learns how much Ford cares about him and is protective of him, and he learns how to let someone else take care of him for a change. Teen Ford learns how much Stan truly cares about him and never meant to actually hurt him, which helps makes his grudge look pretty stupid in the long-run. Might have some 13 yrs old Dipper & Mabel help out in 2013. Would be interesting for teen Ford is get to know his future twin niblings & also talk about them to teen Stan when he gets back to his own timeline. PLENTY of moving parts via angst and hurt/comfort and the idea of Stan & Ford's inner-teen getting healed a bit.

Teenage Challenges AU [may change the name later, idk]

This one is the longer thought-out au, so buckle in! 13 yrs old Mabel and Dipper end up back in time with teen Stan Twins. Early 1970s an entire year after the science fair incident & Stan getting kicked out. Dipper ends up with Stan, and Mabel ends up with Ford & college Fiddleford. Fiddleford is about a year older than Ford because I say so. Their dymanics with their future niblings are more like older siblings and younger siblings than uncles and nibling because of being closer in age. Reminder that everyone is still in their teen years. The young Stan twins are between 18-19, and Fiddleford is about 19-20. So, in this context, there's like a 5-6 year age difference between the Stan twins & Mabel and Dipper. ANYWAY: Stan thinks Dipper is some homeless kid and he can't just leave him on the street in the cold, especially not when he kinda reminds him of his brother. Dipper mentions just wanting to get back to his twin sister, and well that's hits Stan's heart because that sounds a bit like himself in regard to loyalty to family. On the other side of things, Mabel has this very broken Time Tape she needs to fix to get back home. She mentions needing to find her twin brother, and with the fact that she reminds Ford of his time's Stan, well he's conflicted with feelings but he does his best to help her anyway. Fiddleford and Mabel get along quite well, especially when Mabel suggests a few ideas for his death bots that he "may never use but keeps the blueprints for because he may snap one day" & Fiddleford thinks her ideas are genius. Ford starts to see a little of himself in Mabel with her optimistic outlook when it comes to discovery and circumstances. She's also pretty good at certain math stuff and Ford admires her intellect. There's so much more with this, but this is so long already.

There, it's a post now. Have fun! And if anyone wants to write something or draw something for these, feel free to do so! All I ask is that you tag me 'cause I wanna see it :D

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Could you write Nod nsfw hcs??

MUCH LOVE ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Nod NSFW Headcannons

Reader: female

Warnings: not too detailed in nsfw area, I mean it's there and well implied,

Note: GIRLY POPS, DID WE KNOW NOD WAS VOICED BY OUR BELOVED JOSH HUTCHERSON !??! BECAUSE I SURE DID THE FUCK NOT,

Ex. Note: also I almost didn't write this bc when I first watched Epic I was really young and I knew Nod was around my now current age; 18-19 and I was like "hes alot older than me" but then remembered that me and Nod are actually around the same age rn then I remembered alot of characters I crushed on as a kid are like...my age now and now its putting me in a crisis

This man is vanilia with a dash of spice. He enjoys comforting sex

Straight up: sets you down for dinner he attempted to make and burnt a little and candle light and everything.

One-night stands? Nah, he tried once, bro was like "I gotta go" not even a minute into it.

Though he's very vanilla, he enjoys messing around in other places *cough* unground ponds and pools.

He doesn't know why there's something so beautifully and calm about it.

He also really likes the way any light from above comes down to hit your skin.

Moonlight over sunlight 100%

His first time is definitely with you,

Also, you on top of him?

Mind blown,

Turns out he enjoys light neck grabbing; like start with your hands on his chest as you're riding him: they going up to his shoulder and onto his neck, just for you to lay down ontop of him while riding him and run your hands to the back of his head and into his hair.

He's respectable enough to not sneak into your parents' house,

Brings your mom flowers always, especially before he takes you out on a date.

Just to go and bang you in his room after the date.

Let's take a moment to thank ronin for working so much.

Thank you, Ronin.

Well except for that one time.

You know. That one time that he caught you both

It was early on in the relationship, a quickie finished as you had told Nod. Adamantly, you had to go to this family dinner.

And he was all for it, but you both wanted to bang so. Thats what you did

Ronin caught you walking the walk of shame out of Nod's room. Nod trying to convince you to stay or at least let him walk you home as he was still halfway undressed.

"Baby let me just walk you home-" "Nod please. It's okay. I appreciate it but I know you're supposed to go do things today too-" "Oh? With Ronin?" He chuckled, "He can wait- I'll make anyone wait for you-" "Well Ronin doesn't want to wait." Ronin cut in. "Ronin?!" Nod spoke, nerves laced his voice as he was quick to push Y/n behind him, "hey! Ronin, how's your day!" Nod finished putting on his shirt, "Hey- Didn't know you were-" "Good afternoon, Y/n." Y/n looked out behind Nod, the embarrassed expression told it all to Ronin "...good afternoon commander, sir..." "Nod walk her home. We'll have a talk about it after." Nod only agreed with silence and along they went.

For sure got in trouble after by Ronin,

Birds and the bees talk, from Ronin? Nod rather die.

but of course Ronin's gotta be a hard ass and ground him for a week; Nod could care less

"You can't see her for a week," "What!?" Nod argued, following Ronin's walking away form, "T-That's not fair!" "Wanna make it two?" "You know I wanted to make her a gift anyways-"

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Olalla – Chapter Three

Josh Kiszka x female OC

8025 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere. Even though this chapter is still smut-free, the rest of the story won't be.

Warnings: angst, yearning, kissing, fluff, conflict and violent behaviour, alcohol consumption, slowburn, mental breakdown, LGBT themes, homophobia (World's not perfect and some people suck...not the main characters though, don't worry).

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What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

No, I don't wanna fall in love With you

Every once in a while, you experience something nice that somehow leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth. Just like when you’re watching a beautiful sunset, thinking about how trifling and unimportant our daily feuds and worries are in comparison to the macrocosm and its wonders. The moment feels so precious. …but the world keeps spinning and as soon as you turn around, you once again find yourself submerged in the stale waters of your petty life.

Not that she felt that her life was in any way stale. It was just that as soon as she closed the door behind him, the whole encounter seemed like a fever dream in retrospect. One she wished would continue, because during those few hours, everything felt so new, so out of ordinary, including the fact that it did not continue. 

So, she tried to rationalize it and eventually concluded that she didn’t want more. This felt right…albeit weird, because it was simply different. He was different, and therefore dangerous. 

Much more casual encounters often ended in fucking. It was her reality. The guys she willingly chose to spend time with were either not interested at all in the end, or didn’t want to let go. At least not until they got a taste of all of her. Either way, it ended up in relief. Rinse and repeat. Joshua’s touch remained imprinted on her skin like some sort of sensory tattoo, and it left her mind racing. The effect he had on her was pretty much unwelcome, the feelings that came with it were not particularly pleasant, but she involuntarily clung to them anyway. 

His goodnight was definitive, and even though it didn’t feel like a rejection, it stayed outside her threshhold, just as he did. The night that followed was not good at all. The subconscious mind is a bitch. She spent it tossing and turning and waking up in between shallow dreams filled with images of his face just within reach, yet she couldn't bring herself to touch it. Before the actual dawn, she dreamed about them sitting on top of a mountain, watching the Sun rise. He was singing again. 

Reality hit back when Agnieszka’s alarm clock rang at 4:30. Having fallen asleep long past midnight, and then again around two and three – because she couldn’t get the feeling of his lips on her cheek out of her head – she woke up with stinging eyes and a burning headache, with a long day ahead of her. She slowly dragged herself from the cozy bed to start preparing breakfast and snack-to-go packages for early hikers. 

She usually enjoyed this. Morning chats over coffee were generally warmer and gave her the opportunity to talk to the guests about more than just how their day went and to connect with others on a more personal level, while sitting at the same table with them. They were a nuisance today. It wasn’t their fault. Just a group of young women in their early 20s and a nice couple getting ready for their last hike before going back home the next day. Definitely not an unpleasant company. Without admitting it to herself, or even consciously thinking about it, she just wished he’d be one of them. 

He was probably still fast asleep when she left to do some early shopping before her daily chores. He was already gone when she came back. Visitors kept their keys, but they were asked to leave special hangers on their door handles when leaving, which proved useful in case they wanted to have their bathrooms cleaned or sheets changed. So, of course she checked his door. And then scolded herself for her unhealthy curiosity. 

She almost forgot about him by midday, too immersed in cleaning vacated rooms and getting them ready for new arrivals. Fridays and Saturdays were the most hectic of the whole week, with people generally coming or leaving at weekends. Finally, after three pm, she could get some rest and enjoy her afternoon coffee (with just a drop of Bayleys) behind the reception desk, reading the book she abandoned the previous evening, with just a few interruptions that day. 

At half past four, the bell above the main door chimed again and there he was, entering quietly, but turning to a full theatrical mode the moment he saw her. This guy must be fun at parties, no doubt about that. He spread out his arms and trotted like a musical actor right towards her in his brand new attire. “How do I look?” he asked while wiggling his eyebrows. 

At first she thought her heart would jump out of her chest when she saw him for the first time since the previous night, but his easygoing, comical behaviour immediately made her relax. “Like a walking Columbia advertisement,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, well, I normally prefer flannels, but the guy at the store said this is more appropriate. I hate polyester…unless it’s sparkly…but I’m willing to try this,” he shrugged – tugging at the fabric demonstratively – and leaned familiarly on the counter. “How was your day?”

“Busy and boring at the same time. I should be the one asking that question. Have you seen or done anything interesting today? I mean, apart from becoming one of us,” she finished the sentence with a quasi-sultry whisper and dared to lean in closer to him. The truth was that the dark tight-fitting crewneck accentuated his lean and firm figure in a way that made her feel a bit uneasy. That man wasn’t just “quite attractive”, he was sexy! Humour and banter was her usual way of dealing with unwelcome butterflies in her stomach. And it worked, because they both giggled before he answered. 

“Nothing much, just wandering around. I didn’t dare venture far before breaking in these,” he demonstratively lifted one leg to show her his right trekking boot. “Besides, I don’t know it here. I tried to follow some folks, but the path turned to a steep and stony one pretty soon and my feet hurt like hell after just a couple miles and…” 

“Wait a minute,” she started rummaging under the counter. “I forgot to give you these. Here are some maps and leaflets with touristic tracks. Stick to those if you don't want to be chased by a bear. Also, it’s a national park, so you just have to anyway. Also, tomorrow’s going to rain all day, so you might want to visit the Tatra Museum.”

“Oh, bummer. The whole day?” The meaning of everything he said was amplified tenfold by his wild gesticulations and body language. It was like watching a silent actor, except he wasn’t silent at all. “Thank you so much for these? Any recs for a good place to eat? I tried the one right at the end of the street yesterday. It was good, but I’d like to try something more local.”

She reached behind her for some more leaflets and handed him a couple. “There are a few nearby. We serve dinner to our guests as well, but you need to preorder it at least a day in advance…but that’s usually just a plain, home-cooked meal, nothing fancy.”

“But that sounds fantastic! I’m pre-ordering dinner for tomorrow then,” he beamed, and added hopefully: “Care to join me today?” “I can’t, I need to go help with the dinner in about an hour and then I have some more things to do in the evening.” His face fell with a silent oh and for a brief moment she actually did hate her job. Was he asking her on a date? It certainly felt that way. Maybe he just didn’t want to be alone. It didn’t really matter. He wanted her to say yes and she didn’t want to say no, and even if it meant just two people eating together, it would be just fine. He lingered awkwardly for a short while before he wished her a pleasant evening, hoping to see her again soon. She didn’t want to let him go just yet, not just like that… “Joshua, wait!”

“yes…?” he turned back to her with his arms flailing around like a marionette. 

“My dad throws a garden party for our guests every Sunday evening...if the weather allows, that is. His grilled pork chops are delicious,” she tried to sound as casual as possible to hide the fact that she really wanted him to join them. “I…ummm…am supposed to invite everyone,” she added. 

“That sounds great, but…I don’t really eat pork…or meat in general.” He looked almost sorry that he didn’t. 

“Oh! Well, there’s always mom’s redcurrant pie, and some grilled vegetables, too…” Pathetic. 

“Lovely! I'll be there.” And with a beaming smile, he disappeared upstairs. 

The next day started as blue-ish gray when she woke up and soon turned to just gray. Breakfast didn’t need to be served before seven, as half of the people were leaving that day and the other half simply weren’t in a rush. Some even cancelled, preferring to go have fancier pancakes with ice-cream and forest fruit in some café nearby. Heavy rain was drumming on the roof and terraces, and the clouds were hanging low, turning the surrounding hills into a haunting, misty landscape.   

It was a lazy, sleepy day. A perfect day for a massage, or to go to the sauna…if you were staying in one of the fancier lodgings. The residents of Willa Eulalia were mostly bored, with just TV or board games to pass time. 

Nothing really changed much for Agnieszka. If anything, Saturday proved to be even more hectic, because mother wasn’t feeling well. So, the usual routine consisting of vacuuming, changing the sheets and cleaning the toilets turned to be even more tiresome, as she had to do it all by herself. 

The house went almost completely silent after lunch. It was already almost two pm when she finally reached the attic to make the room opposite to Joshua’s ready for a new visitor. She didn’t have much time left; new guests would start coming shortly. 

It looked like he was still in his room, possibly having a nap. The rain only intensified after lunch and it was fairly easy to get drowsy here, right under the roof. She turned on the vacuum cleaner on the lowest setting and proceeded to do what she was supposed to, while fighting off obsessive thoughts about getting drowsy with him… 

She was almost done when she heard some disturbance coming from the other room. It sounded like him arguing with someone. Honouring the house’s number one rule “privacy first”, she collected all her things and aimed to leave the attic as quickly as possible. Not quickly enough, though, because his sudden loud “I don’t fucking care,” followed by something hitting the wall, stopped her in her tracks. It was followed by even more incoherent yelling. “Something was not his fault and some Sam should do something instead, and someone was advised to suck his dick (Figuratively speaking – she hoped, half amused.), otherwise she couldn’t make sense of the one-sided argument. The call ended and she was finally about to descend the stairs, when he suddenly opened the door, making her jump. She shot him a terrified look and his own expression wasn’t much different. “Sorry for the noise,” he finally mumbled. “...I…need some fresh air.” With that, he ran past her down the stairs. 

The whole encounter troubled her, but she didn’t have much time to ponder over it, as she already had to hurry back to the reception to resume her afternoon duties, noticing him on the veranda on her way there. 

She couldn’t stop thinking about it though. The lobby was connected with the back veranda by a wide, transverse corridor, so when she leaned forward a bit, she could easily see him from her place behind the counter. He was still standing there, leaning against the balustrade with his arms outstretched and his head bent down. It triggered her inner caretaker. She couldn’t just leave him there like that, so she poured some fresh water in the electric kettle behind the counter and rummaged through her little box of teabags. 

“Hey, I made you some tea,” she approached him with the steaming mug and placed it carefully on the balustrade next to him. He looked at it and smiled weakly. “Thanks, Sheldon.”

She laughed at the reference but he didn’t reciprocate, so she continued warily: “The ghost called again? “No, that was my twin brother this time.”

“You sounded a bit agitated. I thought…”

“Olalla, I really, really don’t want to be rude, but when I said I needed fresh air, I really meant I needed to be alone.” 

She was taken aback by that and her eyes widened at him. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Thanks for the tea,” he sighed and left, leaving her alone with her thoughts again. Slightly shaken this time. 

He disappeared for the rest of the day. 

He didn’t come to dinner that evening either. 

She stayed on the veranda for a few more minutes after he left, drinking the tea she made for him and watching fat raindrops splashing on the stony path leading to the fireside. She was mad at herself for letting him occupy her mind the way he did those past few days. For the first time in years, she allowed someone to get under her skin, and for what. Now it stung, and it would eventually get worse if she continued with this nonsense. Rinse and repeat. So, she just shrugged it off with an annoyed huff and put her walls back up, just like she always did. The path from hurt to pissed off to indifferent was a short and safe one. 

And then, just like a gift from above, the bell at the front door chimed and she hurried back to greet three young and carefree handsome men who were waiting for her at the reception desk. 

She knew them. They were their frequent guests, one of them being also her regular hook-up. She had been looking forward to seeing him and his radiant smile again, but then nearly forgot they were coming. It was a welcome distraction now, the only downside being her sister Maya who was also arriving the next day to spend a week…and Maya hated him. 

Agnieszka knew very well why. Maya hated fuckboys and Bartek was the epitome of that. Pretty and vain and often notoriously bad-tempered when challenged, which meant he hated her sister back with passion. However, that never stopped Agnieszka from welcoming him with open arms, because he always gave her what she wanted and he never wanted more. He was one of her wolves. So screw tomorrow, she needed some comfort now. As soon as she finished her daily tasks and he freshened up and got comfortable in his rented room after the long ride from Poznan, he joined her in her quarters for one of their regular “movie nights”. They hardly ever finished watching any.

She found no comfort in his touch that night, though. After snuggling closer to him on the couch, she felt nothing. His thieving hands and intrusive tongue started to annoy her after a while. The excuse of being maybe a bit too tired was a lame one. It was not a complete lie and he knew she worked hard, but he seemed annoyed all the same. After she literally invited him to join her, she couldn’t really blame him, so she just slid on her knees on the floor and gave him head instead. 

There was something strangely calming about giving head and gagging on a cock. Those brief moments of not being in control made her feel like she could control everything else.. When it was finally over and she rested her head in his once again clothed lap, feeling his fingers scratching her scalp affectionately (but not too much), she felt calm at last. They were both half asleep when they heard a knock. Agnieszka slowly scrambled up on her feet, excused herself and opened the door to find Joshua standing there. 

“Hey,” he bounced on the balls of his heels with a tentative smile and his eyebrows furrowed. “I feel like I should apologize for being such an ass earlier. And…I’m making some mint tea and I thought, maybe you’d like some, too? Just to reciprocate your kindness, you know?” he nodded towards the common kitchen in the hall. 

Agnieszka bit her lip to stop her from smiling back. Not that he didn’t deserve it, she just didn’t feel worthy of giving it. She had her own kitchen unit in her apartment, so this was just a nice, albeit awkward gesture and they both knew it. He just didn’t want to approach her completely empty handed. 

“It’s ok.”

“No, it’s not, and I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, Joshua. I’m basically just a maid and I had no right to bother you when you were clearly upset by…whatever’s going on in your life. It’s not like we’re friends.”

He sighed and nodded solemnly. “I really hoped that we would be. I…anyway, I went to this store today. They sell crystals and stuff, and this kinda reminded me of your eyes. Please, keep it.” He took her hand, palm up, and placed a small malachite pendant in it. “Good night to you, Olalla…” He bowed his head down and was about to leave when a loud “kto to jest” made it snap back up to see a man suddenly standing in the doorway right next to her, his hand squeezing her shoulder almost possessively. Bartek looked first at Josh, then at the piece of stone in her hand and his eyebrows shot up. He was athletic and broad shouldered and, being taller by at least 5 inches, he towered over Joshua menacingly.

He was also shirtless, with the waistband sitting dangerously low on his hips. That, together with Olalla’s sheer bathrobe, told him everything he needed to know. 

“Oh, I see I’m interrupting…again, my apologies Olalla.”  Bartek didn’t even wait for him to leave; he slammed the door shut right in his face. The bang made Agnieszka jump. 

“Who the fuck was that, Olalla!?”  

“No one. Just a guest.” He had no right to do that, and she should have been angry, but his sudden shift in mood made her defensively meek. 

“Guests don’t come knocking on your door this late to give you trinkets unless they want much more than just room service. I thought one at a time was your rule,” he raised his voice and slammed his fist against the door. “Guests don’t call you Olalla!”

“Bart! Stop overreacting! He just…”

“Is that why you’re so frigid today? Bitch…” 

He grabbed the rest of his discarded clothes from the couch and before Agnieszka could even react, threw the door open again and stormed out. She started after him, only to watch him pass bewildered Joshua, who really was making tea in the common hallway kitchen. Bartek stopped in his tracks and hissed in broken English, gesturing back at her: “Already you can go back, Frodo. The dirty whore is your now.” 

With that, he disappeared down the stairs and left them standing there in silence. He with a jug kettle in his hand, frozen in motion; she clutching the door frame for dear life. From the look on his face, she could tell that he had overheard them arguing too, though he thankfully couldn’t understand a single word of it, though he must have gotten the general idea. They watched each other with wide eyes for a few long seconds, until hers welled with tears.

He could see hurt and shame and panic in them. “Olalla,” he whispered and slowly made his way towards her, but she quickly closed the door shut, crouched down and, overwhelmed with all the emotions from the past few days, started crying in earnest. She tried to suppress her sobs so that he wouldn’t hear her as soon as she heard soft knocks again. This time, she didn’t open. The whole house fell quiet again after a while. She slowly got back on her feet and unclenched her fists. 

A warm piece of polished malachite was burning a hole in her palm. 

The clouds finally dissipated during the night and the inhabitants of Willa Eulalia were once again greeted by a clear, pinkish sky on the eastern horizon, the Sun painting the whole mountain range orange. Most of the people left early, so after 7 am, only families with young kids were still in their rooms or on their balconies, enjoying the breakfast as well as the fragrant air after yesterday’s rain, already warmed by the sun. 

Agnieszka had lulled herself to sleep the previous night with a little help of a significant amount of vodka and not even the fresh breeze was of much help in easing the consequent nausea. 

She suffered through the morning, thanking god that both Bartek and Joshua were gone, hopefully for the whole day. It was just a postponement of her torture, but it was welcome all the same. 

Her younger sister Maya arrived shortly after lunch, and – seeing both her mother and her sister looked like they might fall asleep on the spot – she quickly took over their duties. Agnieszka excused herself and climbed in her bed, wishing to disappear. Maya tried to get her back on her feet a few times during the afternoon, but failed miserably. It was already past 8 pm when she arrived again. Agnieszka could hear that the garden party had already started outside her window, and she just wished Maya would understand that she didn’t want to join them. Apparently not…

“There’s a gentleman asking if you would join us.” 

“Tell Bart he can fuck off.”

“Pfff,” Maya scoffed. “I already did. That fucker and his idiot buddies went out anyway, probably to the World’s End. And by ‘gentleman’ I mean a real gentleman. Though he’s a bit of a weirdo.” 

Agnieszka suddenly had a huge lump in her throat, but didn’t say anything, so Maya continued: “He also told me what happened.” 

“He did what?”

“I was at the reception about an hour ago when the German lady from room 9 made a complaint about a noise yesterday evening,” Maya started to explain while she was rummaging in her sister’s wardrobe. She was obviously determined to drag Agnieszka out of her room and into the garden by sheer force, if necessary. “I obviously didn’t know what she was talking about, because my sister doesn’t tell me anything anymore. Duh! That’s when he walked in, overheard us, said it was his fault and apologized to her. Then he explained to me what really happened,” she finished and threw black yoga pants and a fluffy powder-pink pullover on Agnieszka’s bed. 

“It wasn’t his fault,” Agnieszka mumbled into the pillow.

“Now you’re finally talking! Yeah, no shit. I figured. The poor guy obviously got dragged into your mess. And yet he still wants to see you. Seriously, who is he? And why is your face suddenly red like a baboon's ass? Is there a legitimate reason why Bart behaved like a total jerk this time?” she wiggled her eyebrows at Agnieszka theatrically. 

Agnieszka gave her an annoyed look. “I don’t even know who he is. And we just talked a few times. And…yeah, just talking. We spent an evening talking and then he kissed my cheek goodnight and that’s it.” She rummaged in her pocket and showed Maya the green pendant. “He also gave me this yesterday. Said it reminded him of my eyes. That was before Bart’s temper tantrum. I can’t go there, Maya. It’s better if I stay away from him, for the sake of his own wellbeing.”

“Wow. Interesting! So you’re saying the two of you are treating each other like real human beings? Didn’t know you had it in you. He’s sweet though, no surprise there. I think he likes you. His smile reminds me of…”

“Don’t!”

Maya knew she overstepped. But she wouldn’t budge. Instead, she sat on the bed and started stroking Agnieszka’s hair.

“Olalla, baby, stop shying away from people. Just go. Spend another evening talking. In spite of what you think, it will do you good. Besides, you invited him, and he’s there. It’d be rude not to show up.”

She could spot him immediately when she set foot in the garden. He was sitting on a piece of log by the fireplace, facing her. He was deep in conversation with some other guests, but as soon as he saw her, he gave her a radiant smile. His face was enchanting in the firelight, sparks dancing around it like fireflies. On her way to him, she stopped just briefly by the long table to grab a glass of wine. 

“Hey…” She still felt uncertain and a little ashamed when she reached him. “I…didn’t have an opportunity to thank you for this,” she continued, while toying with the pendant and looking down at him bashfully.

“Good evening, Olalla,” he beamed and gestured to an empty spot to his left. “Please sit.”

“You had the opportunity,” he added as soon as she sat down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Your reaction was more than understandable. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

“You must think low of me.” 

“I think highly of you! You’re a hard worker, you obviously love nature and those carrot cupcakes are delicious! Maya told me you baked them this morning even though you weren’t feeling well. So,” he cleared his throat and giggled. “Now we both apologized to each other, I’m gonna need your advice.” 

“What advice?” It was Maya, the nosy brat who just couldn’t miss an opportunity to stick that nose into anything that didn’t concern at all. 

He was taken aback for just a millisecond before he resumed his quick babbling again. The fact that he was now forced to turn his head from side to side gave him also the opportunity to start gesticulating wildly, which he clearly enjoyed. 

“So, I decided to go for a proper, all day hike today. But apart from the fact that I absolutely don’t know where to go – I was never good at reading maps – there were sooo many people everywhere! Which was a good thing, in a way, because I didn’t get lost. BUT…”

“Where did you go?” Maya interrupted him. The two of them were like two peas in a pod.   

“Kash…kashp…dammit! How do you guys do that? My tongue, ouch!”

Agnieszka finally laughed, for the first time that day. “Kasprowy Wierch?” 

He nodded eagerly. “Yea! That’s the one! Nice place, don’t get me wrong, but my god! It was crowded up there.”

“Of course, it’s Sunday, and you chose the only place with a cable car,” she explained, as both she and Maya laughed. 

“Well now I feel like a complete moron,” he responded to that in a cheerful tone and even wilder gesticulation. 

“So, what advice do you need, Joshua?” 

“Well, I was thinking…since you said that you work as a guide occasionally…that you would just go with me? I’d love to see some more secluded places and I can’t go alone – you said that yourself – and I wouldn’t even know where to go, so…please?” He grinned, batting his eyelashes at her. 

“But that’s mostly for families or older couples or…”

“But that’s a wonderful idea!” Maya interrupted her. “You should definitely go.” 

“I have work to do,” Agnieszka spat back. 

“Bullshit. I’m here until Wednesday, I can do that. And tomorrow’s going to be even more beautiful than today, according to the forecast.”

“Perfect! Olalla, pleeeeeease,” he turned to her. “Hey, you have nothing to drink,” he gestured to her already empty glass and took it from her. “Lemme refill it while you’ll decide to say yes.”

“Hey, who’s the guest here?”

He gave her an “oh, come on” look, took her glass and excused himself. 

“What are you doing?” Agnieszka hissed at Maya as soon as the coast was clear. 

“It’s been a long time since you looked so radiant. You’ve been miserable for way too long. Enjoy life for once. You like him! And he obviously likes you,” Maya said, nodding towards the long table. Agnieszka looked up too and they watched him shooting glances back at them.

“It’s irresponsible,” Agnieszka hissed back. “He’s leaving by the end of the month.”

“Yeah yeah, totally out of your character,” Maya responded sarcastically. “Since when does this bother you? And what exactly do you expect to happen? Just go have some fun. Two friends enjoying a hike.” 

She planned a beautiful hike. Secluded, just as he wished. Away from selfie hunters. The whole trek was on the Slovakian side of the mountains, but that wasn’t an issue. They would start right at the border and cross the whole mountain range from north to south, taking the bus back to the starting place. It was a physically demanding, long trek, with almost no shelters along the road and no escape routes. That’s why not many people ventured there, even though the first half was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful places here. Joshua was beyond excited. 

They agreed to meet by her car at half past six the next morning. She would take care of all the necessities. All Joshua had to do was to show up on time with a backpack and some spare clothes. He failed miserably. 

At quarter to seven, she finally decided to knock on his door. “Joshua, come on! We need to leave NOW if you don’t want me to change the plan.” A moment later she heard a loud “oh fuck!” and some scrambling noise. “COMING!”

“Coming,” he breathed out when he finally opened the door, shirtless again, still in his sleeking sweatpants and with a literal nest on the top of his head. “I’m sooo sorry! Gimme ten minutes. Ten minutes max!”

“I’ll be waiting by my car,” she rolled her eyes and sighed. 

He finally showed up after another 25 minutes, overflowing with joy and…

“What’s that?” she pointed at his face. 

“Sunglasses,” he shrugged with a beaming smile. 

“You call this sunglasses?” 

“I’m a diva! Deal with it,” he responded affectedly and threw his backpack on the backseat. 

It was almost eight when they finally set off. The track was an easy one for the first ten kilometres, with just a slight ascent. It was – however – breathtaking from the very start, with the whole amphitheatre of jagged peaks opening up before them in the distance. Joshua was taking pictures the whole time. He was also talking the whole time, stopping only when the pathway became very steep all of the sudden. 

They surmounted a few levels and finally decided to take a break by a beautiful mountain lake. 

It was almost noon, but there were still barely any clouds in the sky and it was getting really hot, even at this altitude. Agnieszka wiped the sweat off her brow and splashed her bare arms with some cold water, while Joshua stripped from his shirt and jumped on a large stone sticking out of the water. He was now standing there with his arms outstretched and his head tilted back. She watched him in amusement, shielding her eyes with her hand. “If you want to go on like this, you’ll definitely need to apply more sunscreen.”

“What? Are you saying that pink wouldn’t suit me? I beg to differ, my lady!” He turned towards her in some sort of clumsy pirouette and nearly lost his balance, flailing his arms and leg around in an attempt to stay dry. “Watch it!” She laughed, but was also already rummaging in her backpack. “And no. I’m serious. Come here.” He jumped back and she handed him her bottle. 

“Hmmm, coconut ice cream,” he sniffed at the healthy amount of lotion he just poured on his palm and started rubbing it in the skin on his arms and chest. “I was delicious before, but now I’m going to be practically irresistible.” Agnieszka was just taking a sip out of her bottle and his cheekiness made her cough. 

“What, you don’t think so?” He wiggled his eyebrows on her. “I might need help with the back,” he added. 

“I’d rather not answer that question. Come sit,” she motioned to the flat stone in front of her. 

He turned his back on her and sat between her legs, throwing his messy braid over his shoulder. It was adorned with silver dreadlock beads today and she couldn’t help but smile at his unashamed quirkiness. “Why don’t you wanna answer that question?” he asked with a low voice when she started applying the sunscreen between his shoulder blades. 

She took a deep breath through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut for a second. This close, she could smell his own musky scent under the overpowering aroma of the sunscreen, and it made her dizzy. She watched tiny droplets of sweat running down his sides from under his armpits. Running her hands over his lower back, she involuntarily imagined the same thing in a completely different scenario. She really wanted this to be just two friends on a trip, just as Maya said, but his delicate, yet manly form and his direct, spontaneous personality made it almost impossibly hard. She just couldn’t get the feral thoughts out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. “You don’t need coconuts, Joshua,” she muttered under her breath.

He…giggled? This man was either completely unaware of his power or too comfortable with it. Either way, she just wanted to push him in that water. She was sure it would make a hiss. 

She squeezed more lotion in her palm and started rubbing his shoulders. “You’re a bit tense here.”

“Yeah, my lower neck’s been hurting lately. I haven’t had much exercise in a while,” he sighed. 

“Here?” She pressed both thumbs in his higher trapeze muscles and he let out an involuntary moan. They both chose to act as if he hadn’t. 

“So…you exercise? What exactly do you do?

“Yoga, mostly. Some light weights, too. I need to keep fit because of…work.”

“Work, huh? You told me quite a lot about your family, but I still don’t know what your job is.” He looked like one of those contemporary circus acrobatic dancers – she contemplated half-jokingly – but that probably wasn’t the case. He was too clumsy. 

It took him a while to respond. “A secret agent,” he finally let out. “And unfortunately, now I have to kill you.” That made her slap his shoulder in amusement. “Ok, ok, I work as a costume mannequin. It’s an extremely important job. They pay well, too.” 

Sighing exasperatedly, she pinched his side, making him squirm and squeak. He was keeping something from her, but she had learned not to pry. “Ok, done.” She wiped the rest of the lotion on her things and he shifted and sat next to her, still laughing, until she handed him a water bottle. “Now drink. I haven’t seen you drink much and I don’t want you to collapse on the road. You’re tiny, but I still couldn’t carry you all the way down.” Everytine she felt vulnerable, she resorted to this strategy of making clear that she was in charge of the situation, could take care of herself and should take care of others…or whatever. It was her way to weed out the toxic people. Some guys would be mortally offended by such a treatment. Joshua? He just saluted her with a “yes, ma’am” and obeyed. 

They sat in silence for a while, only an occasional hawk screech or an intelligible chatter of two girls sitting further up breaking the zen-like piece of the place. “Thank you,” she finally spoke, toying with the malachite pendant hanging around her neck. 

He looked at her with amusement. “You already did.”

“No, I mean for not treating me like…what were the words he used? Oh yeah, a dirty whore. Which I guess I am. But you’re not judging me. So, thank you.”  

He rested his face on his fist and looked at her. “Why should I be judging you? People need human touch. That’s completely normal.” 

“Some more than others, I suppose. I’m just pathetic.”

“I think you’re just lonely,” he said, toying with the water bottle absentmindedly. 

“I’m not,” she huffed.

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t respond, silently watching the ripples on the lake. The idea of being lonely was one she willingly chose not to entertain a long time ago. She had her people. She had sex. She had this. She was ok. 

His palm that gently cupped her face brought her from her reverie. His fingers slid down to the nape of her neck while his thumb continued to caress her cheek. She instinctively leaned into the touch with her eyes closed and when she opened them again, she saw him watching her intently. 

Her heart started beating wildly. “What are you doing,” she whispered. He just shook his head and bit his lip before he moved even closer and closed the gap between them. She could feel his plump lips on hers and her whole body twitched in shock, making him break the contact. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyelids drooping, but she grabbed his face in her own shaking hands and pressed her parted lips to his again in silent plea. The tip of his tongue brushed against her upper lip, inviting her own to touch him. Their mouths finally fully connected in a soft, deep and sensual kiss that made them both feel completely light-headed. None of them wanted this to end and they continued for at least a minute, swallowing each other’s shaky exhales. At last he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “What is this? she whispered again. 

“I don’t know… and I don’t care, to be honest,” he mumbled, finally opening his eyes as they broke the contact entirely. She didn’t know where to look, didn’t even know how to process her own thoughts, so she just checked her Garmin matter-of-factly, only to see how late it already was. “We should get moving.” 

“I don’t think I can,” he giggled in embarrassment. “Just…give me a minute.” She nodded weakly in acknowledgement and got up to re-pack their things. 

They resumed their way up the steep and stony path in complete silence save for their laboured breath until they reached another levelled post-glacial terrace with yet another alpine lake right under the narrow saddle that divided the northern set of valleys from the southern mountain range. They were now approximately in the middle of their journey and the route was getting slightly more exposed. At one point, they had to traverse a narrow ledge above the lake. It was the first passage with safety chains they had to cross that day, and by far the easiest one, as she assured him, which only made him nervous. 

They took a short break before ascending to refresh themselves when they reached the crossing and had two ways to choose from, both leading to their final destination. The one to the left was fit for more seasoned adventurers, and – based on the people coming and going – that included also kids in their early teens or older women, so it could be done. She knew it could, she had gone there a few times before. But, seeing him watch the narrow and jagged depression between two peaks in the distance warily, Agnieszka finally decided on the path leading right up to the more easily accessible saddle. It proved to be a wise choice just a short while after. Watching him struggle while descending on the other side, clawing the chains with terror in his eyes, was fun. Him falling or panicking in the middle of the ascent wouldn’t be. 

He even misstepped eventually when they were descending down a set of cramps onto another ledge. His foot slid down the last iron bar clumsily and his bare back collided with her chest, nearly knocking them both down. 

She caught him and steadied him and they laughed it off, but there was something strange about the whole situation. She felt an underlying tension between them after she released him and they genuinelly looked each other in the eye for the first time since the kiss. He brushed the back of his hand against her arm, trying to communicate something, until the people behind them gestured to them to move. 

He led the way this time, jumping from stone to stone, high on endorphins, as if his knees were made of rubber. A wild chamois. Her own shins started to burn, the exhaustion of the past few days already taking its toll. He was unstoppable though, basking in the afternoon sun and once again taking pictures of everything around him, including her on a few occasions. Some things were still left unsaid and the more tired she felt with each passing hour, the more it troubled her. The events of the day made her simply wonder, but one specific feeling that started to rear its ugly head scared her.

It was half past six when they finally reached Stary Smokovec, both completely exhausted and thirsty, but happy they made it in time. The last bus to Lysa Polana was leaving at 7:05. They had just enough time to use the restroom at the electric train station and to buy some bottled water to relieve the headache. 

Reaching the bus station, they found the girls they had previously met by the lake already waiting there. They took the other route at the crossing and were now also headed back to Lysa Polana. They were a nice and friendly couple, so when the bus arrived, Agnieszka and Joshue took the seat right behind them. 

The sun was already low in the sky, covering the world outside in a warm hue and a fresh, lukewarm breeze was flowing through the open roof window. The sound of the moving machine made them drowsy and they watched the changing scenery in silence. It was suddenly so peaceful. One of the girls in front of them rested her head lovingly on the other one’s shoulder and Agnieszka wished to do the same, but just couldn’t muster enough courage to do so. 

As if he read her mind, he took her hand and – just like the first night – started stroking her knuckles gently. She just smiled and looked in the distance. Whatever it was, she was now determined to enjoy every single minute of it. More people boarded the bus in Tatranska Lomnica and soon they were on their way again. The girls in front of them started kissing and Joshua watched them stealthily with the most heartwarming expression on his face she had seen so far. Suddenly, they heard the driver saying something with his voice raised and angry, while looking at them through the rear-view mirror. 

The girls tensed and started whispering something to each other in Polish. Joshua looked confused. Agnieszka didn’t understand the driver at first but when he repeated those words she finally grasped the meaning behind them and gasped. He stopped the bus and opened the back door. Joshua turned his head to Agnieszka, looking positively alarmed now. “What is he saying?” She tried to translate it but her own words failed her. He got it, though. The guy wanted them out. 

One of the girls tried to negotiate with the driver, but that made him even more visibly angry. He stood and made his way towards them. The whole bus was whispering by then, all eyes on the girls. “Do kelu, vypadnite uz, lesby zasrate!” he roared and grabbed one of the girls by the elbow, trying to push her out of the bus with force, if necessary. An older lady in the back shouted something at him, but he ignored her and continued with his speech about not wanting such filth inside his bus. Joshua clenched his jaw, stood up abruptly and went after the driver, only to be thrown back into his seat aggressively. Agnieszka didn’t even know that she started screaming. The whole situation escalated pretty quickly and resulted in the four of them being left standing by the side of the road. 

The girls were the first to recover, one of them already tapping ferociously on the screen of her phone, while Agnieszka was still just standing there in disbelief and repeating “he can’t do this, he can’t do this” over and over again. Joshua sat on the grass, his elbows on his knees, clutching his head. He felt as if he was in a haze, watching her in slow motion having a heated conversation with the girls. He rubbed his temple and tried to calm down as she finally crouched down to him after a while. 

“Joshua, are you ok?”

“Yes,” he whispered. 

She placed a hand on his shoulder tentatively. “Are you sure? You look…”

“I am ok, Olalla. I’m ok…” but his shoulders started shaking and he lost it, startling her. She sat down next to him and pulled him in her arms in a vain attempt to soothe him. “Hey! Shhh, big boy. They’re fine. One of them just called a taxi from Poprad. But…it’s a long ride and neither of us have enough cash, so…do you, perchance, have some spare Euros? I’ll pay you back once we get back to Eulalia.” 

That finally made him take a deep breath and calm down a bit. “Yeah…yes, I do. I’ll pay for the ride, don’t worry.”

“No, we’ll split the expense, I’ll just need…”

“Don’t argue, Olalla!” He was resolute. He also didn’t say a single word after that. 

No one spoke during the ride back to Lysa Polana, only the radio disturbing the complete silence. The girls crammed themselves in the back seat while Joshua took the place next to the driver. Agnieszka was watching him from the back seat. They were both deep in thought and – while she couldn’t read his mind – her own was racing. It all made perfect sense all of the sudden. Still with the aftertaste of his kiss on her lips, she felt a sudden wave of bittersweet tenderness for him. Oh, my sweet Joshua. My dear…friend. 

Back in her car, they still didn’t speak. They had wished the other two a safe journey back home and Joshua hugged them both, but other than that, he seemed distant, watching the passing trees outside the window absentmindedly. 

“Thank you for today, Olalla,” he finally spoke, not looking at her. “It was really nice.” 

“No need to be polite now, Joshua. Just tell me what’s troubling you…if you want to. If you don’t…then don’t...”

He opened his mouth, only to move his lips in vain like a mute fish, and started crying. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The incident itself, however unpleasant, couldn’t possibly shake him that much. Something else was going on, and she had a feeling it was related to the previous phone calls he had. It seemed impossible to return to Eulalia now. Her notoriously curious sister would be waiting behind the reception desk, no doubt. It was not her place to explain why they were both behaving as if they just returned from a funeral. She couldn’t muster enough strength to do that, anyway. And then there was Bart and his buddies, whom she just didn’t want to see now. AND she didn’t want them to see Joshua. Not like this. 

He didn’t even notice that she took a different turn, coming back to reality again only when they passed the town centre and were now heading towards a much smaller Gubalowka mountain range on the northern side of town. 

“Where are we going? he asked, looking confused. 

“I just thought you might appreciate a change of scenery…”

To be continued...

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Nine crimes (part 2)

(Aemond x fem reader)

Summary: Betrothed from a young age to an older man you endure your loveless marital life, until the day you meet Aemond Targaryen.

This chapter: Both you and Aemond struggle to keep your true feelings from each other and jealousy emerges.

I was inspired by a few quotes from Rose Dawson in Titanic for this chapter, if you can find them let me know ;)

Word count: +5300

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms. Some angst/fluff.

Cheating/jealousy for the whole fic.

Part 1

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It was another three weeks later when you knocked on his door again. It was late at night and you’d been horny and distracted all week, nothing on your mind but Aemond. His mouth, his hands, his fingers, his cock. Your body craved him so badly you thought you might go crazy if you didn’t get to have him soon.

You were so lost in your impure thoughts of him you forgot about the secret knock to let him know it was you.

You just hit the door twice and hard and it didn’t take long for the door to swing open bringing you face to face with Aemond, who looked more than a little surprised to see you.

“What…what are you doing here?” he blocked your view from his room by standing in the doorway, towering over you. His hands were nervously fumbling with his shirt that seemed to be half unbuttoned, the look on his face was serious, slightly irritated even.

You should have known right then and there.

It was an unusual reaction from him. He’d been surprised to see you before but he always welcomed you with open arms. Right now he seemed genuinely annoyed that you were standing in front of his door and your heart sank.

“You said anytime,” your voice came out weaker than you’d had hoped,”Is this not a good time?”

“Actually no,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I am fine, I just need you to go.”

“Okay,” you nodded and you opened your mouth to ask him why but decided against it. 

You had no claim on him and Aemond had no obligations whatsoever towards you. It wasn’t your place to demand anything from him, no matter how badly you needed it.

“I am sorry,” Aemond spoke, picking up on your disappointment,”You could come by tomorrow, I’ll be here and…we can take all the time we want.”

He leaned against the doorway, creating a small gap through which you could look inside his room. You instantly wished you hadn’t. 

There was a woman sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing absolutely nothing besides a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

It felt like someone had stomped you in the stomach and you stepped back immediately. The rejection you’d felt at his words had been nothing compared to this and you could feel the tears well up. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him so you tried your hardest to bite them back and not show him how hurt you felt.

You knew you had no reason to feel jealous, he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. He had every right to see whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. You went home to your husband every night, it was completely unfair to expect him not to see other people. 

Besides that, he had told you more than once that it was nothing but sex, he had never led you on to believe it was anything more.

But your heart had believed it anyway. Until now.

Aemond noticed the change in your expression and knew you had looked inside his room.

“That’s not what it looks like,” he sighed.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted him too quickly, trying too hard to sound casual about it,”You don’t need to explain, it’s…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come tonight…”

“Wait, let me…”

“No, please,” you turned away from him, knowing if he came closer or dared to touch you right now you’d burst into tears and really make a fool of yourself. You just wanted to get away from him. “It’s fine, Aemond, I have to go.”

You rushed away from him without looking back. You didn’t even make it to the end of the hallway before the tears were streaming down your face.

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Several weeks passed after that and you tried your hardest to get back to your life, the one you had before you’d met Aemond.

You spent your days not doing much of anything at all and spent your nights either in bed alone or with your husband.

Your marriage was a loveless one, betrothed at a very young age to a man you had never met and who was more than twice your age. The only times your husband touched you in private was when he wanted to fuck, which luckily for you didn’t happen very often at all. 

There was no affection or even friendship in your marriage, let alone any form of love for each other. What you two had was a business arrangement. Your husband was a stranger to you, but one who provided for you and your family, made sure you were all taken care of and kept safe.

Being his wife was your burden to bear and you endured it. Even when he started keeping several whores on the side you endured it and continued performing your duties as you always had.

Until the day you ran into Aemond Targaryen.

The first time Aemond laid eyes on you was in the dining hall during one of the countless feasts. He’d been bored out of his mind all night, tired of having to remain polite to people he’d rather not be in the same room with. Throughout the night his mother had given him several warning looks from across the table, urging him to just endure it and keep the peace. So he did, he stayed in his seat and didn’t engage in any conversations he knew could lead to trouble.

But right now his patience was wearing thin and he was ready to just retreat to his rooms. 

Everyone around him was either drunk or talking and laughing too loudly and Aemond was pretty much done with the whole thing. 

That’s when he noticed you, sitting a few tables away, the only other person in the room who looked like they didn’t want to be there either. 

It was your quiet composure in a room filled with noise and movement that drew his attention. It was the look on your face, that blank expression telling him you were zoned out, somewhere else entirely in your mind, that intrigued him.

You weren’t sitting alone. An older man, one he could only presume was your husband, had a protective hand on your arm while he drank and talked loudly with the other men sitting at the table. Neither of them seemed to engage you in the conversation, it was as if you weren’t even sitting there.

You seemed bored, and a little sad. And somehow Aemond couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were beautiful, way too beautiful for a man like that he thought.

It wasn’t until he had been staring at you for a good while that he noticed you were crying, and none of the idiots on that table even noticed, least of all your husband who was laughing obnoxiously loud and taking another long sip from his wine. It was clear they were all drunk of their asses.

Aemond sighed, annoyed, part of him itching to just walk up there and take you away from them. That thought caught him by surprise, he wasn’t one to be easily taken by a woman. He’d been a loner for most of his life and he preferred it that way, not interested in the complications of female company nor the emptiness of casual sex with someone he didn’t truly care for. 

Before he had time to reflect on his thoughts he watched you take matters into your own hands and excuse yourself from the table, fleeing towards the halls of the castle. 

Aemond didn’t hesitate, he stood from his seat and walked after you.

Tears were blurring your vision as you ran through the dark halls, away from all the noise and the people and the pressure of everything you did not want. You felt like your world was crumbling around you, this was your life but somehow it felt like someone else was living it. Every day, every conversation, every decision was already planned for you. You had no control, over anything. 

Even now as you were running away you knew there really wasn’t anywhere for you to go, no place to hide, or disappear to.

You stopped to catch your breath at the end of the hallway, trying to control the heavy sobs and the way your hands kept shaking.

You didn’t cry that often, in fact you hadn’t cried in many months but tonight it felt like everything came crashing down upon you all at once. That bubble of pent up emotions finally burst and turned you into a pathetic sobbing mess and you hated it.

You didn’t want to feel sad or cry in a corner, you wanted the opposite. You wanted to remember what it felt like to truly be alive. To make your own decisions, do something spontaneous, something crazy or unexpected, anything to make you feel something other than this endless dull boredom that had become your life.

That’s when you noticed him stepping out of the shadows, as if the gods themselves had sent him to you.

Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Everyone in Westeros knew of the One Eyed prince, he was said to be cold and quiet, dangerous and unpredictable but loyal above all. Unlike the rest of you, Aemond wore his trauma on his face for everyone to see. 

You had seen him around King’s Landing a few times, always keeping to himself. He walked with such confidence but you had a feeling his outside demeanor was just a mask to hide the insecurities underneath. You’d always found him interesting and intriguing. And beautiful.

“Your grace,” you greeted him politely, casting your eyes down and bowing your head.

He greeted you with the same courtesy but then added,”You don’t need to address me so formally when we are alone, my lady.”

You looked up at him, instantly regretting it because now he looked directly into your teary eyes.

“Are you in distress? Do you need assistance?” he took a few steps closer to you, the concern in his voice sounded so genuine it took you by surprise.

You had never spoken to him before and yet part of you wanted to unload everything onto him, just blurt out every bad thought from your head as if this man you didn’t even know could take it from you and fix it.

Of course you didn’t actually do it, you just nodded your head and blinked away the tears,”I am okay, your grace.”

“Aemond,” he spoke softly,”Call me Aemond. I insist.”

“Aemond,” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips,“I am okay, Aemond, thank you for your concern.”

He looked at you without speaking for a while, trying to read your expression. It was clear your words didn’t match your true feelings but then he was a stranger to you, you would not confess your sorrows to a complete stranger.

Carefully and slowly he took another step closer to you, trying not to invade your space too much but still feeling the need to be closer, somehow letting you know it was okay to let your guard down. He lowered his voice ,“You can tell me, you don’t have to pretend. Not with me.”

You weren’t sure what it was exactly but his words combined with the sincere tone and look in his eye were enough to break down your walls. Tears streamed down your face again and you cursed yourself for it.

The words flowed without thinking after that.“Everything is just so heavy…it's like I can see my whole life as if I had already lived it. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter, nothing even matters. And all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up, no one cares... or even notices.”

Aemond didn’t say anything right away and you were thankful for his silence, giving you the time to control your emotions.

“I noticed” he then spoke softly.

You wiped at your tears,”I’m sorry, I’m just bored and tired and I should have told none of this to you, your grace. I am fine, really, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”

You looked away from him, ashamed now over your honest outburst. You had never been this open to anyone about your feelings before and you had no idea why you blurted it all out to the One-Eyed prince of all people. It made no sense to trust him and yet you did with your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” you cried softly,”I don’t usually cry this much, fuck, I hate this, I hate this entire night.”

You bit your lip, stopping yourself from blurting out more and scaring Aemond away completely. You didn’t want him to go yet and you definitely didn’t want to return to the feast and your drunk husband and his idiot friends.

Aemond just looked at you, lips curling up into a little smile, amused by the fire he saw in you, mixed in between the tears.

Then he carefully took another step closer, placing himself right in front of you. His voice was soft when he spoke,”Do you want to get out of here, my lady?”

Your eyes met his again and this time you couldn’t look away. How did he know exactly what to say and what you needed to hear? And why did it feel so right to be so close to him? To have him call you my lady?

You longed to hear him say it again.

“Where would we go?” you asked, not answering his question yet but leaving it open.

“You wanted something less boring? Maybe even a little dangerous?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his eye as he reached out his hand to you. You knew in that moment you would have said yes to anything he suggested, no matter how crazy or immoral. The thought both scared and exhilarated you.

You nodded slowly and carefully placed your hand in his, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

Aemond offered you another sweet smile, laced with something else now, a fire that awoke something in you that had been dormant for a really long time. His voice so enticing it was making you shiver“My lady, would you like to ride my dragon?”

Aemond was true to his word when he said he would offer you something less boring. That night he took you out for a ride on Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, giving you a taste of real danger. Throughout the entire journey he had kept his arm around you, keeping you  close to him and making you feel safer than you ever had before.

When you kissed him afterwards he teased you by asking if you wanted to ride his other dragon. You said yes again.

It was the start of an affair that lasted many months and changed your life. For once you were in control, doing something nobody would ever expect you to, something entirely for yourself and it felt liberating. Your husband didn’t care where you went at night as long as he found you in your bed by morning.

You were happier than you’d ever been, even the rare times your husband wanted sex with you were more bearable. You just closed your eyes and thought of your beautiful prince.

Sex with Aemond had been indescribable, you never knew it could feel like that, having only ever been with your husband before. Aemond showed you things, made you feel things and want things you had never imagined in your life. He was like a drug and you were the addict.

But you had been foolish to think it could ever turn into something more than that, or that you were the only one who shared his bed.

The image of the girl was still engraved in your mind, and however much it hurt maybe it was also a good thing. Maybe it was what you needed to distance yourself from Aemond before your feelings would grow stronger and eventually cause you more pain. You forced yourself to stay away from him believing that to be your best and only solution to get him out of your mind. 

But you soon found out absence only made the heart grow fonder. Every part of you missed him, not just your heart, your body started to crave him a little more every day as well.

You were walking the halls of the castle early one morning, on your way to the town’s market, when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, into a dark corner under the stairs, away from prying eyes.

Panic washed over you and you tried to shake free and push whoever was holding you away but their grip on your arm was too strong.

“Let go of me,” you hissed.

“Stop, it’s me,” Aemond pulled his cloak down, revealing his face,”It’s me, calm down.”

“Aemond,” you breathed a sigh of relief but it was quickly replaced by anger and you hit him in the chest,”Calm down? What the fuck, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry,” he stepped back to give you room,”I didn’t want to approach you where everyone else could see. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes met his and just like that your anger faded,”It’s alright.”

You both stared at each other for a while without saying anything. He was so beautiful you couldn’t look away, his features were almost ethereal, unlike any man you had ever laid eyes on. Being this close to him again made all your doubts melt away like snow before the sun.

The time apart hadn’t made any difference, you still wanted him.

Aemond’s lips curled into a smile when he noticed your flustered gaze. He stepped closer again, studying your face, from your eyes down to your lips and back up, the same hunger in his eye as there was in yours.

You finally forced yourself to look away from him. “What do you want, Aemond?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Do you not…wish to meet me anymore?”

Your heart ached at his words and you shook your head,”I’ve just been busy, that’s all.”

Aemond reached for your hand, gently lacing your fingers with his,”Are you sure that’s all it is, my lady?”

You nodded. “Why do you care anyway?”

He stepped closer, ignoring your words and trapping you between the wall and his body. His hands came to rest on your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek as he leaned in even closer. “I miss you terribly, that’s all.”

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh when he placed a soft kiss on your jaw and then another one in your neck. All your pride and stubbornness vanished into thin air. You’d let him take you right here if he asked.

“Gods, I miss you too,” you whispered, grabbing his cloak to pull him close.

Aemond’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile and he hummed softly into your ear,”Come to my chambers tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Please, I need you,” his lips brushed against yours, fighting the urge to kiss you but knowing it wouldn’t end with a kiss if he did and this was nor the time or place.

“I…I don’t…”

“Say yes,” he breathed against your mouth,”Please, don’t make me beg…because I will if you don’t say yes.”

His lips curled up into an eager smile and you smiled back against his mouth.”Yes.”

***

You didn’t get a chance to knock twice that night, the door swung open immediately and Aemond grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. Hands on your waist and lips on your neck, continuing where he left off that morning without even greeting you.

“Someone is horny tonight,” you teased with a smile, biting your lip at how good it felt to have his mouth on you.

“You have no idea,” he breathed against your skin, hands fumbling at your dress clumsily while he kept kissing your neck.

“What are you trying to do?” you giggled.

“Get you out of this,” he growled impatiently, pulling your dress down your shoulders.

You helped him untie and unlace everything until you wore nothing but your thin underdress.

“Get on my bed,” Aemond ordered.

You gave him a look.

“Please,” he added with a little grin.

You moved towards his bed and lied down on your back,”How do you want me?”

Aemond pulled off his shirt and licked his lips while he made his way over to you.”Any way you’ll have me, darling.”

He moved his body over yours, his mouth capturing your lips in a filthy, hungry kiss while his hand moved underneath your dress to caress your thighs.

Your legs spread for him immediately, weak and needy under his touch.

“Aemond,” you whined.

“I got you, princess,” he smiled against your skin and moved his hand in between your legs, fingers finding your clit, teasing you ever so slowly while he licked your skin.

It took so little from him to put the fire in you and make you forget about all the rest, your mind only focussed on one thing and that was his touch and how much more of it you needed.

“Please,” you begged.

“Begging already? My lady, I haven’t even started yet,” he gave you a devious look while he moved down in between your legs, putting soft kisses on your inner thigh,”I want to show you how much I’ve missed you, is that okay?”

His words pulled at your heart strings even though you knew he was only talking about sex.

All you could do was nod and watch as Aemond’s kisses moved closer and closer to where you needed him. A heavy moan on your lips when his tongue circled over your clit. He took his time, kissing and licking your most sensitive parts until your back arched off the bed and your fingers tightened into his hair.

Your mind was definitely empty now, all you could think about was being filled by him.

But Aemond wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet.

He moved back up, sitting next to you on the bed while he cupped your face and kissed your lips, soft and slow before he pulled back to look at you.

“Are you going to tell me what happened now?” he asked softly.

“What do you mean?” you moved your hands over his bare chest and stomach but he grabbed your wrists before you could move them lower.

“I am not fucking you until you talk to me.”

You pouted at him.

“Don’t give me that, you ignored me for a month, I’d like to know why.”

“Why? It’s not like I’m your lady, we’re just fucking, why do you care?”

His gaze hardened and then he looked down in a heavy sigh,”Right. That’s all you want then, is it?”

“What else would I want?”

“Nothing,” he sighed,”Forget it….”

“Aemond…”

Before you could say anything else he hovered over you and pushed you down on the bed, one hand on your throat while the other pulled down his pants and freed his cock. 

“You want to fuck, let’s fuck.” He spread your legs and teased your entrance with his fingers and then the head of his cock. 

You moaned into it right away, grinding into him, asking for more and he gave it to you this time, pushing in all the way to the hilt until your nails scratched at his back. Aemond was breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavy on your lips.

His pace was slow and his hand moved from your neck down to your breast, massaging softly while he kissed your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Faster, please,” you whispered.

“Gods, I wish you didn’t feel so fucking good,” he moaned as he pushed you down into the mattress, the weight of his body on yours felt so perfect you could already feel your orgasm within reach.

Aemond’s hand cupped your cheek while he looked into your eyes, slowing down a little, not wanting it to be over too fast.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered,”My sweet girl…you drive me absolutely insane, you know that?”

The intensity in his eye and the emotion in his voice made you shiver. Was it possible that he also felt more? Or was he just lost in this blissful moment chasing a much needed release?

You didn’t care anymore, you needed to hear him say it, even if it wasn’t real.

“Aemond,” you pleaded softly,”Tell me you’re mine.”

He whimpered at your words,”I’m yours, I’m all yours, my lady.”

HIs lips found yours in a soft sweet kiss while he started slamming into you harder and faster, chasing his release.

“Say it back to me,” he moaned.

“I’m yours, Aemond.”

“All mine,” he growled before kissing your neck again.

You were close, all you needed was that little push.”Aemond, touch me, please,” you whined.

His hand moved in between your legs, fingers frantically rubbing your clit, making you see stars and you clenched around him hard, taking him with you in your downfall.

“Fuck,” Aemond breathed, collapsing on top of you. You didn’t want him to move and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him close.

He smiled against your cheek before pressing several soft kisses to your lips.

You laid with him in silence for a while, neither of you willing to move. Unspoken words hanging in the air until you finally broke.

“My prince,” you whispered softly,”Last time I was here I saw…that girl…”

He moved to lie down beside you in the bed, still keeping his arm around your waist,”Is that what’s been bothering you?”

“I am not bothered,” you lied.

He looked at you with a little smirk telling you he saw right through you.”Then why did you mention it, hmm?”

“Fine,” you sighed,” Would it be so bad if I was?”

“No, my princess,” Aemond grabbed your hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles,”It would not be bad at all, the opposite actually. The idea that you would feel jealous or possessive over me is…”

He swallowed his words but couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

He held your hand to his heart and added,”But you have no reason to feel so.”

Your eyes met his, you wanted so much to believe him but you also wanted to ask him for an explanation. Who was she was and what was she doing in his bed? And how many times had they… 

You were afraid the answer would only make you feel worse. Aemond sensed your insecurity.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered,”I did not touch her.”

Now it was your turn to smirk and roll your eyes at him.“She was naked in your bed, Aemond. You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings, I can handle it.”

“I swear on my mother’s life I did not touch her,” he repeated, holding your gaze before he continued explaining,”She was one of Aegon’s whores, my brother sent her to me as a present because I had been in a terrible mood all week and he was fed up with me, I guess.”

You stayed quiet.

“He just wanted to offer me some distraction. But I….”

He sighed deeply.

“What is it?” you asked carefully.

“The only distraction I want is you,” he whispered,”You’re all I want, my lady.”

Your heart soared at the way he was looking at you and you leaned in and softly kissed him. Aemond grabbed your face with both hands and deepened the kiss.

It was different than before, his kiss was still hungry but it was also tender and delicate and filled with more affection than you could handle. He was kissing you as if you gave him life and he would die if he stopped. Your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Aemond,” you breathed after a while, coming up for air.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued in a whisper, unable to stop now that his emotions had surfaced and his honesty hadn’t chased you away yet.”You’re on my mind every single minute of every day. It drives me insane when you’re not here, I need you in my bed so I can take you every night and every morning. I want you so bad, all the goddamn time.”

He rolled on top of you, lips finding your neck while his cock pushed against your inner thigh, rock hard again. 

“Gods, I need you, my sweet girl,” he breathed before kissing your mouth again. Your legs spread for him and your hands cupped his face.

“I need you too, Aemond,” you moaned softly as his fingers started teasing your clit.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me,” he growled and aligned his cock with your entrance, teasing you some more before pushing it in.

“Please,” you begged,”More.”

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

”I need you closer, and deeper. Take me and do not hold back.”

Your words spurred him on and he slowly started fucking you, as deep as he could until your heavy moans were the only thing filling the room. You wrapped your body around his, meeting his thrusts, nails digging into his back while your teeth sank into his shoulder. It was enough to make him lose control.

His one hand cupped your face, keeping his eye on yours as he fucked you senseless. You were coming undone, the intense eye contact adding even more fire and an intimacy that almost felt overwhelming. You wanted to look away from him but he didn’t let you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he moaned,”I want to see you fall apart….be with me…cum for me.”

Your body did as he asked, clenching hard as you both climaxed together, this one even more powerful than the last. 

You were completely spent afterwards, sated and satisfied beyond your wildest expectations. The both of you a hot, sweaty mess when Aemond finally pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you.

Your hand searched for his and he laced his fingers with yours, not letting go.

“Stay,” Aemond whispered.

You both leaned onto your sides to look at each other, his hand gently cupping your cheek.”Stay the night with me,” he repeated.

“Aemond,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch,”I want to but….”

He instantly pulled his hands from you and sighed while leaning onto his back, eye at the ceiling now instead of on you.

“I’m sorry,” you moved to sit on the side of the bed, putting your nightdress back on and searching for the rest of your clothes,”I should go.”

Aemond leaned on his elbows to look at you, a sad smirk on his face,”Fleeing the scene of the crime, hmm?”

“That’s not…you’re not…,” you sighed.

“it’s alright, my lady,” he regained his composure and watch you put on your skirt and coat.

When your eyes found his again there was nothing but softness in his gaze and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“When can I see you again?” you asked.

“Right now,” he teased,”Stay and you can see me all night.”

“Aemond,” you rolled your eyes but could’t suppress another smile.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, more seriously.

You nodded.”Tomorrow sounds good.”

“I meant it, you know,” he then added.

“What?”

“I’m yours,” he whispered,”And no matter whose bed you sleep in tonight, deep down inside you know it too…you’re mine.”

[braveclementine]

October 1: Somnophilia (Carlisle Cullen)💙

Warnings: 18+ readers, Somnophilia (a kink where someone likes fucking or being fucked in their sleep), praise Copyright: I do not own Carlisle Cullen or other Twilight characters. I do not condone this being copied.

You and Carlisle had a wonderful relationship. You were both deeply in love with each other, despite your fragile human existence. That didn't stop the two of you from having a normal relationship with each other though. Especially your sexual life. 

Although a lot of the time, you felt you were holding back his ultimate pleasure as he was more focused on trying not to break you in his arms then if he was getting off. But he wasn't really one to care more about his pleasure than yours anyways. 

Seriously, Carlisle was the sweetest, most compassionate man- vampire- you had ever met. He was also highly intelligent and extremely attractive. Not to mention perfect self-control so you were never in any danger from him. 

Of course, the only problem was once your career was established, you started seeing each other less and less. He was in the hospital from seven in the morning till nine at night. You were working from five in the morning till seven at night, which led you to eating and falling asleep before he even got home. 

Sure, he would see you in the mornings because he didn't sleep- but there was no more room for any sexual plays with both of your schedules so busy. 

So you made the call. 

"You don't sleep at all and I do." You stated. 

Carlisle paused, fixing his tie in the mirror. You were on your way out the door for work and he was just getting ready to go into the hospital as well. 

He said nothing as it was a very obvious statement. 

"I want to try something." You said. You were hoping he would want to, as you felt that maybe if you weren't awake, then maybe he would find more pleasure or something. Your brain might not have been working. But it sounded exciting regardless. 

"What is it?" He asked, genuinely curious as he started to lace up his black dress shoes. Alice never let anyone wear anything twice except shoes. These were Carlisle's favorite pair. 

"If you come home and you're, you know, wanting to get loose, you can come in and make love to me even if I'm fast asleep." You stated, slightly awkwardly, slightly excitedly. 

Despite his superior vampire reflexes, he still almost hit his head on the corner of the dresser as his head snapped up to look at you with those penetrating golden eyes. "Huh?" 

You had efficiently knocked the well spoken man down to a single syllable of confusion. Not even a proper one at that. He never used slang. 

You sauntered over with a small smirk to put a hand on his cold cheek and kiss him. "You heard me. You have that wonderful vampire hearing after all. You don't have to if you don't want to or if you're uncomfortable, but I want you to know that I'm okay with it. More than okay, really. I actually find the idea somewhat exhilarating. It's up to you." 

And with that, you had left for [Your Job]. 

Over the next few months, you assumed he'd forgotten. Or maybe he had done it and you'd just never woken up to it.

But as that had been November and it was now becoming April, you were starting to think he most definitely had forgotten. 

In reality, he had not. It was on his mind every night when he came home and saw you sleeping. He knew it would be easy enough. And he really, really desired to. But then you had to remember that he was from the 1600's, and what you were asking from him was probably considered rape back then. And Carlisle was nothing, if not a gentleman.

But then he gave in. 

He'd had a horrible day at the hospital and all he had wanted to do was come home and tell you about it. He knew you'd be asleep, like you usually were, but he wanted to so badly. He wanted to tell you about how he'd had a patient die on him, one that he had really cared for, for the last couple of months. And he had been so young and that life was unfair, but he hadn't dared saved him with vampire venom. He was wondering if he should've. You would know what to say, you always did. He wanted you to make him feel better. 

Back at home, he avoided the rest of the family. He didn't want Jasper or Edward picking up on any vibes from him and then having the entire family converge on him to console him. It wasn't their love that he wanted. He didn't want to talk to any of them. 

He undid his tie, watching your sleeping form in the bed, bought specifically for you. Your mouth was slack, your H/C hair spread out on the pillows. You were wearing a thin grey T-shirt with Stitch [Or other fav Disney Character] on it, and a pair of stitch blue knickers. As it was summer, you only had a thin sheet covering your body as you got hot easily. 

He slid out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them on the floor which he never did, eager to join you for the night like he always did. Even if he couldn't sleep, he still liked sliding into bed next to you, even closing his eyes for a few hours, pretending. 

"Carlisle." 

The mutter made him think you were awake and he turned to respond before he saw that you were, in fact, still asleep. 

Your chest was rising and falling just a little faster and he was suddenly hit with the smell of your arousal. If he could've blushed, he might've. 

Well, who was he to deny your wet dream about him? 

He tossed the sheet back from the both of you, letting the white fabric float down around your ankles. He carefully moved on the bed to position himself over you. Your thighs were clenched together, rubbing together unconsciously in your sleep. He gently pushed them apart, before gripping the sides of your blue knickers, ripping them effortlessly. He tossed the two scraps of lace over the back of the bed to flutter to the floor.  

He felt Lord- his alter ego- purr with content as he lowered his mouth to your sopping cunt, lapping your release to his hearts content. He felt all the tension and sadness bleed away as he continued to eat you out with fervor. He savored the sweetness of your honey, the taste tangy on his tongue. 

"Carlisle." You murmured, bucking your hips in your sleep. You were deep in a dream where Carlisle was fucking you, and it was starting to feel very realistic. It was almost as though you could actually feel his cool tongue on your pussy. 

His ministrations were done with vampiric speed, faster than any human male could have done it, his tongue fucking you eagerly. 

He sucked at your clit harshly, drawing soft mewls from your sleeping form. Your arms fidgeted and it was almost like you wanted to roll over. His hands pressed firmly down as your thighs tried to close again. His tongue could feel your walls pulsing and you orgasmed without waking. 

Feeling emboldened, Carlisle lapped away every drop before pulling away to observe your sleeping form. 

Beads of sweat had appeared in your hair line, showing that you were hot from the experience. Your chest was heaving with deeper breaths, your lips parted to hear the shallow gasps you were taking. Your eyelids were twitching, but you were not awake. 

He smirked a little, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, before lining himself up at your entrance and pushing in. 

You moaned softly, fingers twitching as he bottomed out inside of you. Carlisle started to thrust, feeling every emotion except lust and love drain out of him as he let everything go. His fingers deftly played with your nipples, twisting, rolling, pinching, pulling, everything he could and wanted to do to them. 

Finally, your eyes fluttered open, another moan coming to your throat and leaving through your lips at the wonderous feeling you hadn't felt in a while. 

"C-Carlisle." The stutter told him that you were awake and his eyes snapped to yours. They were a mix of black and yellow and it told you that 'Lord' was in play as well. 

"Well hello there darling." Carlisle growled, teeth grazing your pulse point on your  neck, making you whimper. You could feel the knot growing and you sucked in your stomach like you were trying to get away from it. A bad habit of yours. 

"Took you l-long enough." You murmured out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pounded into you relentlessly. 

"I had a bad day." Carlisle murmured before sucking a large hicky on your neck. "Such a fucking bad day. So I'm just going to fuck you into the bed, yeah?" 

Oh my god. He'd cursed. So hot. Holy shite. Oh he was in such a bad mood. 

"C-Carlisle, I-I'm gonna c-cum." 

"Go ahead darling." Carlisle said, biting your neck gently. "Fucking cum all over my prick."

You let go, closing your eyes, crying out his name before he finished in you as well. 

He pulled out to lay down next to you and you curled your body around him. You peppered his face with sweet kisses before leaving a lingering one on his cool lips. His cold body wrapped around your hot one. 

You settled back down, running your fingers through his hair, a way of comforting him. He'd always loved feeling your hands in his hair. You moved your hand down to cup his marble face and you smiled gently. "Now, tell me about your day."

[chickenoptyrx]

You do so right by z Broly, you understand his potential. Your au with him and Trunks is a delight

Glad we all appreciate my blatant misrepresentation of the character 😌 im partly joking but man fr, 12 year old me would hate that instead of him bein a badass edgy monster, I draw him as.. *checks notes* .. an immature loser with bad coping mechanisms uwu

Ok but in true ask tradition! :U im hijacking this ask to talk about a dumb theory thats been rolling around in my head for like 2 years now: android 16 and broly similarities:

Ok so. If you aren't aware. The android arc of dragon ball was originally going to focus on the androids 19 & 20 and trunks even names them specifically

But Toriyamas former editor, Kazuhiko Torishima, didn't like them as the main antagonists and so Toriyama changed it to focus on 17 & 18 as the bad guys and introduced 16 as a sort of mystery

Now. This gets almost completely dropped once that same former editor ALSO doesn't like these androids and cell becomes the main villian for the arc (yeah yeah, the bomb thing is technically *there*, but its so inconsequential most people forget its even a thing :T )

So. Idk exactly when movie 8 went into production, but we know Brolys LSSJ form was inspired by trunks SSJ grade3 form that appears several chapters after cell has been introduced and the androids have become power-up fodder, so im gonna argue its safe to say the decision to move away from their story had been made

(side tangent that I find absolutely hilarious btw- despite gokus commentary in the HTC, SSJ grade 3 was the strongest form of ssj we saw at this point, so its pretty appropriate to use it as the basis of the strongest scariest ssj form.... rrriiiiiiiiggght up until toriyama introduced SSJ2 on Feb 2, 1993- near exactly 1 month before the first Broly movie hit theaters. Completely undermined what, up til then, looked like a trend in stronger form = bigger and beefier right as the big beefy strongest guy ever movie came out 🤣 absolutely love it!)

So anyways. The movies overall also tend to have varying degrees of similarities with recent arcs in the show and Toriyama, while not overly involved, would give the studio designs and story notes. And. Idk. Yall can tell me im reaching if ya want, but: A guy who's made into a weapon by his father who's on a quest for revenge and has this conflicting view of his son as both someone he feels he failed to protect, someone he cares about, but also as a tool for that revenge, and someone who's destructive power hes become deeply afraid of.. now where have we seen somethin like that 🤔 may be an extra reach but I also think its neat that despite their different face shape, Toriyamas gave em the same expression

Lol they're also both just ridiculously tall bastards. Like for no gd reason. And yeah, to me atleast, it explains why hating goku specifically gets shoehorned into brolys backstory (listen I can absolutely do the mental gymnastics to make it make sense! I'm fine with it! Its fine! I actually like it! ... but it IS a dumb shoehorned plot point! Both things can be true D:< ) look just lookit these tall ass shits

Anyway. My last note is just this statement from Toriyama about 16 and Gero. The way gero is presented is really in line with how I see Paragus as this tragic failure of a father- honestly caring about his kid, but letting grief and revenge drive him into conflicting corners where he wants revenge FOR the life denied his son, but also actively shaping his son into such a terrifying weapon that ultimately hed rather his kid just never be conscious cause thats the 'only way to keep them safe'

“Dr. Gero’s son who died young a long time ago served as the visual model for Android 16. He was a high-ranking soldier for the Red Ribbon Army but was shot down by the enemy. Dr. Gero reserved special feelings for 16 as “his son,” and although he equipped 16 with immense power and a frightening destructive device, he didn’t want to see him be defeated on the battlefield and thus programmed him to have a gentle personality. 16 was consequently considered a failed creation.” The smaller caption below Toriyama’s quote reads: “Was the reason Dr. Gero didn’t want to activate 16 perhaps because of his parental love to not see him destroyed?”

[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Four

Part Four ⇢ midnight love

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ the feelings you have for Wooyoung begin to get out of hand, and you cave into him for one more time--but when midnight and memories come around, you get lost in the stars in his eyes and the lost memory of his lips.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ no major warnings, vulgar language

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 4.7k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 22.2k

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Midnight kisses masterlist

The only other time you found yourself picturing Wooyoung in a different light was all the way back in your high school days. 

A time your current self does not remember.

It was at a party. You were loaded off your teenage-drunk ass, lost in the idea of someone you wished to be. Wooyoung was the party animal, and since he was your only friend, you found yourself tagging along to the chaos. 

He handed you another soju bottle, knowing you weren't going to remember the morning. His clammy hand brushed against yours, and you looked up to meet his intoxicated gaze.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?” He hummed as you screwed the top off, tossing back the liquor like your young life depended on it. “Like, you’re so pretty.”

“All the time wooyoung,” you giggled drunkenly, wiping your lips after the alcohol stained them. “Why? Do you have a secret crush on me or something?”

He blinked at you, his smile faltering. “Yeah, actually.” 

You rolled your eyes, the distance between you now feeling so small. He was looking down at you with all the love, or lust, in his eyes, his hands begging to reach out and touch you. His breaths were shaky as you ruffled his hair. You couldn't lie, he looked even more delicious than the alcohol in your hand.

“I’m serious,” he gulped, his dark hair draping over his eyes. You looked at his lips as he spoke. “I'd do you right now. On the floor, on the table, wherever.”

You were too drunk for his words to hit you right. All you did was raise your eyebrows, taking his desperation as a compliment. 

“Do me?” you took a step closer to him, seeing his youthful cheeks brighten from the alcohol and the blush. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah…” he stared down at you, his expression unreadable. 

You smirked, too drunk for your own good. “Everyone thinks we’re dating anyway…it wouldn't be weird if I kissed you, right here, right now, hm?” you blinked up at him, his eyes now slanted in a way you've never seen them. You reached out, gliding your hand down his bare arm, feeling his goosebumps underneath the pads of your fingers.

He shivered. You felt your heart pound harder than it ever has before.

Your hands moved up to the collar of his t-shirt, gripping at the seams. He just stood there, and you thought to yourself, that at that moment, he was willing to do anything for you. 

“Would that be okay? If I just…” you leaned up, inches away from his lips. You watched his eyes lower to yours, and how his lips parted as he struggled to breathe. “If I…do this?”

You spared no second to softly press your lips to his, feeling the softness of them through your intoxicated body. You felt his hot breath tickle your face as you pulled back, your body craving his in every way, shape, form. It must've been the alcohol, given you still have no recollection of this night and this touch and his taste.

“Careful, cupcake,” he breathed, his hands finding a home on your hips. He paused before he spoke again, his eyes locked on you.

“Do that again and we won't be friends anymore.”

And with that, you leaned in again to kiss him.

—

San was watching you, his brown eyes solemn as he picked apart your expression.

You were putting icing on your cupcakes, staring at them with such furiousness that it concerned your lover.

He tapped on the counter to get your attention. “Hey,” he mumbled, forcing a smile on his face. “You all right?”

You bit your bottom lip as you finished the icing swirl, pulling back but still looking down at the cupcake. You couldn't even look up to meet his gaze, not after what you did with Wooyoung yesterday.

“Mhm,” you murmured, looking up quickly so he didn't think you were disregarding his presence. “Sorry, just focused.”

He nodded, feeling bad for interrupting your work. He sat with his legs spread on the chair, his face propped up on his hand. He didn't say anything else, just silently watched you with contentment.

You furrowed your brows as you looked down at your hands—the same hands that you imagined were Woo’s. It has been a constant issue for the last twenty-four hours, your thoughts of him. They ranged from thinking of him making love to you, to how well he takes care of Nabi. from the look he gave you, eyes destroying your body like he was hell on earth.the way his tongue felt, his caress, his attention, his—

The door chimed, inviting in the person you were dreading to see.

“Hello, bitches,” Wooyoung smirked, waltzing in like nothing happened the day before, holding tightly onto a soda bottle. He looked at you, his eyes speaking a thousand words, curling his lips despite the fact San was there, his eyes only on you.

Leave it to wooyoung to not make things awkward. It was probably just another day for him, where it was a pivoting moment for your entire future.

The cafe was empty, as it was an awkward time between lunch and dinner. Nabi was going to be done with preschool soon, so you were going to close up early. San was here to accompany you, but now, it made you wonder if it would mess things up for Nabi, as her classmates think Wooyoung was her dad.

“Hi, woo.” His smile didn't leave at your response, but the minute you looked up to him, you saw how he leaned against the counter, his long fingers spreading across the granite. 

You swallowed hard as he tapped his fingertips against the counter, something San just did but Wooyoung made it sexual. You shivered at the thought of his fingers inside you, a black hole filling your stomach as Wooyoung noticed your line of vision.

He bit his lip.

“Hi, wooyoung,” San said sweetly. He knew something was up, just by looking at your pained expression and Wooyoung’s body language.

You tore your gaze away from your infatuation, setting down the piping bag to grab to go boxes. Any opportunity to distract yourself.

“How've you been?” he asked your lover, or whatever he was. It had to end at this point, you couldn't stick with someone when you were thinking about another. It was awful, you were only with San for a short time.

Either you were going to end things with San, or you were going to ignore this craving for wooyoung. It should pass. It needs to pass.

Or maybe, just maybe, you needed to act on this thirst in order to be quenched.

You were tuned out of the conversation the minute you watched Wooyoung take a sip out of his soda bottle, watching him swallow. Watching his lips get soaked with wetness—the image of him on top of you, his lips coated in you, his teeth bared like an animal…..

This is bad.

“What time are we going to pick up Nabi?” San asked, completely oblivious to your thoughts. He held back his words as he saw your expression—a look of irritation, possibly.

“Actually, um….” you sighed, setting the freshly frosted cupcakes into the to-go box. You couldn't look up at him. “I think I should just go. There's rules about who picks the kids up, and I didn't get to write your name down…yet..” you let out a breath, hating yourself for lying to him. In all honesty, you just wanted to protect your daughter from embarrassment, as if you were seen with another man, the parents might talk, the kids might ask questions, and the teacher might see you differently.

Or….you're thinking way too much into this. Especially after Nabi calling you and Woo her parents.

It was because she thought Wooyoung was her dad. And hell, it was time to admit how well he treated her.

San shrugged, understanding your words. “All right. I understand.” you watched his eyes move to wooyoung, who was looking at you with an intense gaze. He looked at your lips, your chest, the way the apron clung to your hips. San frowned, but didn't say anything.

You watched Wooyoung’s expression change, unsure of what was going on in that brain of his. Clearly he was ready to toss you on the counter and eat you out like you were one of those cupcakes.

Just then, you imagined him pulling you over the counter, tearing your clothes, biting your lip so hard it bleeds. You saw him whimper, cry out, fall into lust like it was destiny.

And then you got shocked back to reality with Wooyoung’s voice.

“Hey, you look like you’re about to combust…” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, and  tilted his head at you, almost seductively, if that was even possible. 

You laughed it off, running a hand through your hair aggressively to distract your thoughts. San let out a slight noise of annoyance at Wooyoung’s antics, but still remained quiet, knowing it would cause drama to bring it to light.

“I’m good,” you hummed, your voice weak as your mind was scrambled. You reached behind you to untie the apron, feeling like an ancient artifact by the way both men were staring at you. “I do need to leave, though.”

You met eyes with San as you took the apron off. “Sorry, can I call you tomorrow?” you gave him a look you hoped he’d understand as apologetic. You rounded the corner of the counter, coming closer to him as you got ready to close up. “Can we go out for coffee in the morning?”

San’s frown turned into a smile after your request, knowing you still wanted to see him. Woo was oddly quiet as he observed your encounter, watching how you wouldnt meet his gaze.

“That sounds great,” San smiled. “Pick you up at nine?”

You nodded shyly, your heart pounding. “Mhm. Yeah, sounds good.”

San stood up out of his seat and his hands met your hips gently. You almost jumped out of your skin, but remained calm as he enveloped you in a hug. You looked over his shoulder, wide eyed, and noticed Wooyoung’s glare at San’s hand placement.

Fucking hell.

San pulled back, but only to give you a peck on the lips, fueling Wooyoung’s fiery gaze even more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as San pulled away.

“See you.” you forced a smile.

As he left, San patted Woo’s shoulder with a killer smile. “Bye, Wooyoung.”

Woo forced a smile just like you, and didn't say anything as San walked out the door, the bells chiming as his presence ceased. 

You met eyes with Wooyoung, but you couldn't handle the embarrassing pressure and turned away, nearly sprinting across the store to turn the open sign to close.

Why the hell did you do that? For fuck’s sake y/n, why are you thinking about him this way? It can't happen, it never shouldn't have happened, why the fuck did you let him? Why did you like it—

“y/n.” he called from behind you, his tone heavy. 

You sighed, unable to turn around to see him. You acted like you were watching the pedestrians across the street—an effort to distract your sinful thoughts.

“The sky is pretty today, hm? No rain clouds.”

“y/n.” His tone was even heavier. 

“It’s a nice day, I might go on a walk—”

“Are you going to tell him about what we did?” he asked you, his voice quiet.

You turned around then, only to see his intense expression. “And what exactly did we do?” you crossed your arms over your chest, causing him to look at your breasts. “It’s not like we fucked or anything.”

Wooyoung scoffed, leaning up against the counter. “Are you kidding? If we didn't stop when we did, you know damn well where that would have led to—”

“But it didn't,” you huffed, waltzing past him to go behind the counter. “I realized my mistake.”

“What makes it a mistake, though?” he cried out, nearly fisting his hair in the process. He followed you behind the counter as you tried to clean up. “You wanted it to, don't you dare give me that bullshit, y/n. You were the one to initiate it, not me—”

You tossed your hands in the air, turning around abruptly, seeing his furious gaze and his flushed cheeks. “Fine! I was thinking about you, okay? In the shower, in my bed, I was thinking about you! So what? Does it have to mean something? Do we have to ruin our friendship like this?”

You stopped, realizing how close you and Wooyoung were. You were breathing heavily, his mouth was curled up in a sneer. His expression was pained, eyebrows knit and his mouth agape.

“Who…who said it would ruin our friendship?” he asked you, his features softening. “Why does it have to be that way?”

You tried to decode him, pull apart his appearance, but you were nearly in tears of being overwhelmed. 

“Because,” you sighed, keeping your eyes locked on his. “I can't lose you.”

Silence. All that was heard was your tangled breaths, filled with anger, adoration, confusion. He raised his eyebrows, once again at a loss for words.

He took a step closer. 

You stayed put.

“You won't lose me,” he whispered.

You held back your tears, the feeling of loss hitting you. Seonghwa was gone, you couldn't grasp the feeling of losing wooyoung too, in any way. If you ruined your friendship by dating him, if you ever broke up, you wouldn't be able to live without him.

You wanted him by your side. 

It was hard to be selfish. To want him the way you never imagined. To crave his touch, his attention. It all hit you like a wave, drowning you and keeping you under the surface. 

“I…” you breathed, watching his hand twitch to touch you. “I’m not so sure about that.”

And unlike normal, he didn't touch you.

“I don't know what to say,” he took in a breath, craving to get closer to you. The air was different—you knew it was going to be, and it scared you. He was only feeling like this because you confused him. He only wanted your body, your attention. 

And you? You didn't know what you wanted from him. You couldn't understand your own feelings.

“You're confused,” you told him, but it was more to yourself. “I am, too. I made a mistake, and I had one moment of weakness—”

“Then let's try something.” he pleaded, in need of any type of physical relationship with you. If he can't have you, well, no one can. At least he can try.

You were so close, you felt his breath hit your forehead. You watched every minute detail of his, to the way his hands were clenched, afraid that he would touch you if they weren't. From the way his hair was disheveled from running his hands through it, to the desperate twinkle in his eyes.

“L-like what?”

He stared into your soul, the look on his face uneasy. “...I, um.” he took in a huge breath, his hands shaky.

“Let’s sleep together,” he said. 

You gaped at him, but yet, you weren't surprised by his question. Maybe it was because deep down, you craved him even more than he craved you. You wanted him, in more ways than one, and it was apparent by the way his mere presence sent you into a spiral lately. Maybe you just needed that experience to get over this infatuation. 

Maybe this will go away.

You raised your eyebrows, but his gaze was still serious. You couldn't remember a time he was ever serious for this long. “You want to have sex with me? Like, a one time thing?”

He pondered for a moment, trying to understand your feelings. “Mhm.”

You took a step back, putting distance between you. He, of course, looked like he was ready to pounce on you like a playful cat awaiting your answer.

You looked at his lips. The minute you felt the urge to cross that distance you just made, you realized that this needed to be taken care of, or you’ll be in big trouble.

And as soon as you met his gaze, he knew your answer.

“Okay,” you nodded, an uneasy smile on your face. “Let’s do it.”

—

“Mommy, can we get ice cream?” Nabi mumbled from the backseat, her face lit up with a smile. 

You glanced over at Wooyoung, who, even after getting what he wanted, was distant with you. He hasn't looked over in your direction since you told him yes, but the minute Nabi spoke, he looked through the rearview mirror as he drove.

“Why not, right?” he nodded, swallowing hard and tightening his hands on the wheel. “Right, y/n?”

You perked up at his voice. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

The ride was silent. You stole a glance at him, his jaw tight and his eyes on the road. You let out a sigh, unsure about if you made the right decision.

After the ice cream trip—and a few long hours later— you found yourself on the couch, Nabi asleep in your arms and Wooyoung next to you.

In the background played one of Nabi’s favorite movies. Wooyoung sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, focused on the television.

“I’m gonna take her to bed,” you spoke, lifting your three-year-old up as you stood, Wooyoung's eyes following your every move.

Laughter went off in the background, helping the silence disappear. 

You left the room, your heart heavy and your mind on everything unimportant. As you set Nabi down gently, making sure she was snug and her night light was on.

You smiled at your sleeping daughter, thinking about her own future. You hoped she’d have better luck in her own life.

Almost like you were on autopilot, you weren't sure when you sat back down on the couch, or when you scooched closer to the man that you called a best friend. It was quiet for a while, time moved so fast it felt like you blinked and suddenly it was midnight.

This was too much.

“Are we still…are we still doing this?” you asked him quietly, nearly in a whisper. You watched him look over to you, his eyes filled with emotion. “I mean, just so I know, so I can deal with San—”

“Yes,” he nodded, his attention on the movie. “Yeah, we are.”

“Okay,” you looked down at your fingers, picking at the chipped nail polish. “Good.”

You sat anxiously, not happy with how he was acting. 

He turned towards you then, his mouth parting to speak and his eyes hopeful. “Can we do it now?”

“Right now?” His frantic eyes made you chuckle, finally feeling relief. “Man, you don't waste a single second.”

He looked like a puppy begging for a treat. You let out another giggle, patting him on his thigh.

“I’ve been dying to touch you.” he shrugged casually, almost back to his usual self.

You let out a shaky breath, your hand still on his thigh. You looked down at it, gliding your fingers softly against the fabric of his pants. “Uh, well, Nabi might hear us. Let’s wait—”

“Cock block,” he groaned and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. After a second of regaining your strength, you followed him with uncertainty.

“Listen, I’m just saying it isn't smart and I don't want her…hearing anything.” You leaned against the granite of the kitchen island, watching his back as he rooted through your fridge.

“Yeah, that’s why you waited to fuck yourself while she was at pre-school, huh?” his tone was playful; entranced. “I am so glad I forgot my card, god.” He spoke with a chuckle, turning back around with a grin on his face and a beer in his hand.

It was nice to see him slightly back to normal. Maybe, just this once, you can keep your friendship even after doing what friends aren't supposed to do.

“It's only going to be one more time,” you voiced, telling yourself more than him. He nodded, even though you saw a flicker of worry under his expression. “I can't have our friendship break. We’ve never…we never did any of this before. And I know you’ve had casual sex….but I…I only really know relationships.”

He stared at you, picking apart your feelings with a single look. He relaxed against the fridge, leaning up on one of Nabi’s drawings—it was of him.

“....do you remember the summer of your senior year?” he took a sip of the bitter beer that sat in the back of your fridge, only drunken by him. You weren't even sure why you kept buying it, as if you subconsciously got it just for him. “The party downtown? By the seven-eleven?”

You pondered, but yet, nothing came to mind. You've been to a lot of parties, so you must've blacked out that night.

“No, I don't,” you admitted, furrowing your brows as you saw his expression change from playful to stoic. “Why? That's out of the blue. We went to lots of parties.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, setting the can down on the counter next to the fridge. “But you were saying how we never, you know, did this before.” 

“Are you implying that we did?” you asked sharply, your chest tightening with the thought of not remembering something. “That summer? No way. We would never—”

“Y/N,” he hummed, his hands at his sides, not sure what to do with them. “I..we, I.. never mind. It’s not important.” he huffed, moving quickly, leaving his can behind to move back into the living room. You caught him before he could escape, standing in front of him in the middle of the dining room. 

“No, you can't just say something like that and not explain,” you murmured, your tone deep and your eyes fighting to meet his. 

He wouldn't look at you.

“Wooyoung.” you whispered, reaching out to grab his arm when he tried to move around you. “Tell me what you were going to say.”

He threw his head back, letting air out of his nose. “Will you believe me?”

You took a second, but after he finally met your eyes, those chest aches hurt even more.

You nodded slowly. 

He paused. “I don't really remember what led up to it but…we kissed. And I…I might not fully know what happened, but I do remember how I felt. And what you said to me, and when I wanted to say something back then you acted as if nothing happened so I just….shut my mouth.” 

He never looked so vulnerable before.

“What…” You let go of his arm. “What did I say to you?”

He blinked slowly. “I told you the details aren't important—”

“No, but they are.” you took a step closer to him. 

Everyone thinks we’re dating anyway…it wouldn't be weird if I kissed you…

He didn't speak as you neared him. No, instead he watched the sparkle in your eyes, afraid that if he kept talking, everything he had built to keep you next to him would crumble in seconds.

“What you said wasn't the kicker.” he breathed. “It was what I said, and what you did.”

You blinked. “So…I was the one that did it? That initiated it?” God, now you weren't even thinking about the possibility of it being completely fabricated—you were so captivated by him that you began to confuse all your thoughts you ever had about him.

“To be fair,” he sniffed, lowering his voice just a little bit, worried to wake up Nabi. “I know I probably said something ridiculous beforehand.” 

That was probably true.

You tried to think back in time, fluttering through your memories like a photo album. All you saw was an array of different party scenes, some flirtatious touching here and there, but never….never a kiss. Or more, for that matter.

“I don't remember….” you trailed off in a whisper, unsure about how you were feeling from all of this. Your heartbeat quickened as the moment dragged on, your confusion evident in your features. Wooyoung stood, equally as confused, as if he didn't know what to say—or do.

“I wouldn't lie about this, cupcake.”

Oh. there it was. The pet name. Out of the mouth of the man you apparently kissed all those years ago, before seonghwa, before nabi. Back when it was just you and your platonic love for Wooyoung. After this, though, you wondered if it wasn't truly nonphysical—did you just shove all those feelings in the back of your mind in fears of abandonment? Loss? For fucks sake, you couldn't lose another person. If you lost him, that would be the day you would lose yourself.

And then all of a sudden, the background noise of the television and the slight humming of the refrigerator diminished. The colors around you from the overhead light danced against his smooth, honey skin, like falling stars about to crash onto the earth. His eyes looked like they held the universe within them, ever so delicately keeping the world safe and sound from their beauty. You heard your heartbeat in your head, the echo of his breathing, the smell of the beer off his parted lips.

And then you caved. No more fear of loss, you needed him to always look at you like this. If this ruins everything, it would be worth it.

“Help me remember….” you mumbled, one more step closer.

He breathed in a shaky breath. “Remember what?”

You reached your hand out as if it was moving on its own accord. Your fingertips met his chest, gliding down the smooth plane of muscle. You were unsure of what you were doing, having no clue what was next, but this moment was different than the past. This time, you were sober. You were sound.

You knew what you were doing.

And you knew what you wanted.

“Help me….remember what you tasted like.”

His gaze was on you, his eyes softening with every flutter of an eyelash. You watched his throat bob anxiously, how his hands shook as they slowly found their home on your hips. The minute his cold hands touched you, you knew this was the end of everything and everything. This was no party by the seven-eleven or a drunken kiss for the hell of it. This wasn't a mistake or a one-time thing. This was fate if you would've believed in it.

His hands snaked up your sides like a brush against a canvas, gracefully covering you with his existence. They discovered your shoulders, then your collarbone, and then your neck, until they gently rested on your cheeks, holding you to his intense gaze of a million words without speaking. 

And with one curt nod, his lips met yours, delicately; precisely. You fell into a darkness like no other as you tasted that awful beer on his lips, and just by the mere fact it was on him, you decided that you liked the taste of it. It was bitter and smooth at the same time, reminding you of him, and the memory of his kiss all those years ago.

“Do that again and we won't be friends anymore.”

His words resonated in your mind as the kiss deepened. Your heart swelled with a feeling you haven't felt in ages, almost like it was sinful. The ring you kept as a necklace danced against the skin of your nape as his fingers traced your body, and then suddenly, everything in the room began to spin. His breath was warm, his kiss was electric—you were destined, lined up like the stars in the sky.

You wanted more midnight kisses with him, more midnights with him, forever and always.

He was your midnight love.