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taintedcigs · 1 year ago

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i slept with someone from corroded coffin and all i got was this stupid song written about me.

ROCKSTAR!FBOY!EDDIE X READER

summary: fooling around with a famous rockstar who's a notorious playboy sounds perfect on paper, until you catch feelings for him. that's why you decide to end things, to not get your feelings get hurt, and its all going perfectly, until eddie releases a song, written all about you.

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising?, lovey dovey, kinda angst and arguments, drgs & alcohol mention, swearing? idk this is kinda cheesy n cute with a mix of fluff sprinkled honestly!

author's note: the indented parts are texts between steve and reader and thenn reader and eddie. they look confusing as fuck im sorry i just wanted to make them look unique but they look stupid. also yes. i patted myself in the back after i found this title (thank you fob). and yes the lyrics are inspired by i don't care im on a fob kick sue me! and ofc fboy!eddie isn't actually that much of a fboy bc if i can't write lovesick eddie ill die. this is super cheesy so i still struggled a lot but UGH. not proof-read ignore all mistakes

also credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts! (i changed them but still!) and @saradika for the dividers! pls like + rb + interact w me in anyway to support my writings!! ty!!

DINGUS sent you a spotify link. did you listen to this? yeah. its kinda romantic. no. the lyrics are insane. n all about u okay? are u at the party rn? yeah. u comin? soon he’s there too u already knew that, didn’t u? false accusations r rude, steve.

You click your phone off with a groan, but he was right. You couldn’t stay away from him, and maybe, just maybe, this was your way of running into him, accidentally.

Because ever since he released the song, the tabloids had gone crazy with it, half of the lyrics screamed you and all of the old headlines pointed at you, the mystery girl Eddie used to be seen with, and you really were growing tired of seeing your name next to “Munson’s new girl.”

Because you weren’t his new girl, you weren’t his anything. He was a cocky asshole who was good with a guitar and was even better at fucking. And that was something both of you could relate to, the only thing you had in common with him. Or, so you thought.

But of course, as with everything else, the things between you changed, you started staying over, he started staying over, and the two of you even went on fucking dates, disguising them under ‘we were just hungry, is all.’

You tried to keep up the cool girl act, like you could fuck someone and not catch feelings. Every inch of you itched not to care, to act like it was all fine, but it was all fucking bullshit, you cared, so fucking much that your chest ached. The more you got to know him, the more you fell for him, and the more you fell for him, the more you realized there was no fucking way this would work.

Cocky rockstar who spent more time doing drugs than sleeping, with girls all over him? The imaginary red flag bells rang in your ear, even now. He wasn’t looking for a relationship and you knew that. That’s why you ended it two months ago. Or at least, you started ignoring him two months ago.

Yet, he had been calling and texting you, wanting to meet up, drunken slurs of nonsense, gibberish voicemails, and yet you never answered, because if you did, you knew you’d be back to pathetically swooning over him.

Until today, just because of that stupid song, like it meant anything. That douchebag probably wrote songs about every girl he fucked.

You weren’t special.

Another ding sound from your phone almost startled you, the contact name made you groan even louder. “don’t FUCKING answer.” That didn’t mean shit. It was just something stupid to make you feel better that you couldn’t stay away from him, because you knew, deep down that if you really didn’t want him to contact you, you would’ve deleted his number, and blocked him. You were too chicken shit to do that, and still desperately wanted to hear from him.

So you settled on that contact name. Like it made a difference, like it changed anything.

DONT FUCKING ANSWER did you listen to the song?

Don’t fucking answer. The contact name should be enough to convince yourself that.

Too late.

no. don’t lie to me, sweetheart. why would i lie?

You sink into the couch, a much quieter corner of the party, not even bothering to socialize. Your brows furrow, index finger flying to your lips anxiously, as you chew on it to patiently wait for an answer.

You sip on your drink with a nervous gaze on your screen, barely noticing the way the couch sink further when someone else took a seat next to you.

“Hi.” The gravelly voice pulls your attention away from the screen, making you set your drink aside as you look up, finding yourself face-to-face with him.

Shaggy bangs cascade onto his forehead, and with your exaggeration, it looks longer than the last time you saw him. Black jeans cladded with chains. A graphic tee messily thrown over his heavily tatted chest, that you could still imagine right about now—pathetic. He looked just about the same, the deep dimple adorning his soft cheeks had seemed to disappear, wearing a scowl instead, that tiny voice in your head told you that was your doing, that maybe he was just as miserable as you. Maybe your feelings weren’t fully one-sided.

Shit.

“Eddie?” Squeaky, and annoying, you were sure that’s how your tone sounded, yet he didn’t seem to comment on it.

“‘m glad you remember my name, sweetheart,” he scoffs sarcastically, leaning further into the plush couch, elbow propped at the side, eyeing you with frustration.

“W—what the hell are you doing here?” You stutter as if you weren’t expecting to run into him. Full of bullshit.

“Did ya really think you could ignore me forever, huh?” He tilts his head slightly, almost expectedly, earning an eye roll from you.

“I wasn’t ignoring yo—”

Eddie tuts quickly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the ambient noise of the party, “I thought we said no more lies, huh?”

With a huff, “Why are you here, Eddie?” you mumble.

“Am I not allowed to party?” He banters, brows slightly raised, making you huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes bore into him, almost to signal him ‘Take this seriously.’

“I wanted to know what you thought.” He shrugs like it was normal to just come running after everything just to know what you thought of the song.

“The song?” He nods in confirmation.

“Didn’t like it,” you confess, avoiding his gaze, but your brows betray you, lifting ever so slightly.

He tsks, shutting you off quickly, “You see that little quirk your brow did? That only happens when you lie, you can’t help it. You do that when I ask you if you ate the last pizza slice, or when I ask if you watched the next episode of the show we were supposed to watch together, or when you—”

“Fine, fine! I liked it,” you groan, interrupting him and suddenly standing up from the comfort of the couch, being so face-to-face with him immediately making your nerves bubble.

“Just liked?” He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curving on his lips.

A deep sigh of breath, “what do you want, Munson?”

He stands up with you, making you back away from him with a heavy footstep, the entire party was too loud and crowded, yet, in this stupid corner, it was just the two of you. “For you to admit that you loooved the song, and how much you missed me,” he sing-songs, taking a step closer to you, musky smell invading your senses, making you take a deep breath.

Both of you stand near the wall, and it should be awkward, it should be enough to make you leave, but all it does is draw you closer to him.

“You’re annoying.”

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I wasn’t avoiding—” He tuts, with his stupid index finger up, rejecting your lie.

“I—I don’t know what you expected.” You shrug, so nonchalantly that his gaze narrows, chest aching with the implications of your words.

“We both knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we?” You chew the inside of your lip to stop those tears that had been begging to flow ever since you listened to the song, wiping off that smirk on Eddie’s lips.

“Would’ve been nice if I got a reminder, and not have been just fully ghosted, huh?” The brunette grumbles with a downturn of his lips, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Oh, don’t act all high and mighty, isn’t that what you do all the fucking time?” you snap, gaze narrowed, and arms crossed against your chest.

“Fuck girls and then leave them? Did it crush your ego this fucking much that I did before you could?”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He retaliates.

“It means I was smart enough to pull myself away from your bullshit,” you rasp, disdain written all over your face.The room seems to shrink as the distance between you decreases.

Another step closer to you, and you didn’t realize your back had hit the wall now. “My bullshit? God, that’s fucking rich, if I seem to recall correctly sweetheart, you were in this as much as I fucking was!”

“Oh, was I?” You bark out a chuckle, cruel, mocking, “I don’t remember being okay with you fucking half the city.” Realization of how bitter and jealous that sounds, dawns on you much later than the words leave your lips, and thankfully, Eddie’s too fucking immersed to realize the double meaning of your words.

“Are you fucking kidding? No strings attached! Non-exclusive! That’s what you fuckin’ signed up for!” His voice echoes, mirroring his frustration, and you open your mouth.

But he doesn’t let you speak further, cutting you off sharply. “Is this all because of that new guy you’re seein’?”

“What? What guy?”

“The one who was all over you earlier,” he bites out, jaw clenched, and you can almost taste his bitterness in the air.

“The same one you fucked at Jeff’s party.”

“Are you stalking me, Munson?”

“Did you just want an excuse to end things? Are the two of you serious or somethin’?” His voice wavered between anger and desperation, gaze pathetically searching for yours, to gauge your reaction.

You scoff. Did he really think you’d end things because of a stupid fling you had which in the first place occurred just so you could forget him? He was so goddamn clueless it drove you insane.

But what you didn’t realize was that you were just as clueless, if not more, because why would he write a song all about you, if this was just about sex? Because who would get so jealous of someone they didn’t care about?

Say my name and his in the same breath.

I dare you to say they taste the same.

The lyrics from his stupid song swirled your thoughts, yet you were still too stupid to see it, weren’t you?

Another step closer to you, a dangerous game the two of you liked to play. He smelled alluring, a fucked up mix of nicotine, his musky cologne, and that damn leather jacket. “Do you really think, he could compare to me, sweetheart?”

Say my name and his in the same breath.

“Tell me he’s fucking better, and he’s actually what you want, and I’ll fucking leave, I’ll bury all the other songs I wrote, tell me, and I’ll be out of your hair forever.”

I dare you to say they taste the same.

And just like that, all the defenses you put up, all the times you ignored him, they are cracked, disappearing into thin air. You hate it, you hate that he has this effect on you, you can feel your mind getting hazier, eyes blinking rapidly to process what the fuck is going on, and his face is mere inches away from yours. You knew their names didn’t taste the same. And you knew he could never ever compare to Eddie.

“Tell me,” he encourages, dares you to. You fail to notice how much emotion his gaze carries, how the corners of his lips twitch, just at the thought of you finally admitting you don’t want him. His stomach turns at the thought, this is his last chance, he knows that, and he can’t fucking lose you. He can’t.

And you don’t know any of that, but you knew, know that no one else could compare to him. And you hate yourself for thinking that, you hate yourself for falling for him, the world stops rotating on its axis when he’s in your peripheral vision, and it’s fucking disgusting. Pathetic. Stupid. Because you know the two of you have no chance. But here you are.

“H—he is b—” Of course, your brow quirks up almost immediately, betraying you quicker than you can even attempt to lie.

That dawning smirk appears on his lips again, it’s mocking, and just as much smug. You want to wipe it off of his stupidly pretty face. “Tell me,” he dares you, again. This time much cockier and confident, and you suddenly realize how small you feel under him.

“He isn’t,” your meek voice is barely audible.

And you don’t register the shaky breath he draws when the words leave your lips, giving him the confirmation he needs. You wanted him, he had no fucking clue why you ghosted him, yet you still wanted him. Just as much as he wanted you.

Both of his hands were placed on the wall now, towering over you, making your breath get caught up in your throat. “Speak up.”

“No, fuck! You know he’s not, you know he could never fucking compare to you, you fucking know tha—” He shuts you up with a rough kiss, lips pressed against yours messily, letting the petty comments die down your throat. Because this is all he wanted, needed to hear anyway.

“Up,” he grunts into the kiss, tapping your thighs, hoisting you up from your waist to help you wrap your legs around him, tight, he wants you at his mercy, locked to him.

You wrap your legs around him, barely, the melty sensation in your knees making you so shaky that he barks out a laugh into your lips, holding you close, firm, the butterflies in your stomach traveling all across your body.

He lifts you up as if you are weightless, arms wrapped around you strongly as he carries you to the nearest empty bedroom, impressively without hitting your back anywhere, so roughly that your core throbs at the feeling of his arms around you.

“Baby,” he mutters as he lowers you down on the bed swiftly, smooth, gaze darkened and pupils blown wide, all the pent up desire waiting to explode.

“Eddie,” you beg, shaky voice sounding purely angelic to his ears once he got rid of his shirt, shrugging it off with a huff, his fingertips grazing against your top, feeling your hardened nipples, causing gasps out of you, he’s quick to pull it over your head while you run your fingers up the grooves of his stomach, the tip of your fingertips almost burns everywhere you touch.

He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, “missed thi-you,” he corrects himself, because that’s all he wanted anyways, you.

He nips at your nipples, tongue good at giving attention to both of them, all wet and warm, making you squirm under his touch, you’re quick to get rid of everything else, leaving you in your panties, making him grunt.

The pad of his thumb rubs against your left nipple, leaving goosebumps in its wake, while his other hand travels down your chest, then your stomach, finally drawing circles when it stops between your thighs, ghosting over your panties before he tugs them down your legs, spreading them apart with a slight hum, pupils blown so wide that you can’t admire those chocolate hues anymore.

He visually drinks in that sight of you, laid down on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re completely at his mercy and his chest aches with need. “So pretty like this f’me,” he coos into your chest, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Making you feel so good that you can’t stop the gasps coming out of your lips.

Pleasure shivers through everywhere he sucks and touches, his finger eases into you when he adds another one, a moan escaping you quickly. “Need to be in here, sweetheart, d’ya have any idea how much I missed this?”

You don’t. You don’t know about the sleepless nights, the drunken ones, the drug-induced ones in an attempt to recreate the high you gave him. It’s fucked up, it’s insanely toxic. Yet, he can’t get enough of you.

His gaze upon you is dangerous, maybe it’s because he had missed you so goddamn much, or maybe because he didn’t know where this would lead, but it felt fucking sentimental, different somehow, and he could feel you, everywhere on his skin.

Your hips start rocking up against him when the pad of his thumb flicks over your clit, making you arch your back, whines, mumbles leaving your lips. And all he can muster is, “so goddamn beautiful, look at you whining for me.”

You can feel his bulge rub against your thigh every now and then, it’s distracting, almost agonizing. You desperately need it inside of you, you had missed him, missed his touch, missed the feeling of him filling you to the brim, you missed seeing his face contort in pleasure when he was inside of you, you wanted him to never forget you again.

That’s why you feel so numb, can barely speak, and of course, Eddie notices, how unusually quiet you are, and he wants to make this unforgettable, just so you have another reason to come back to him. Just so you don’t leave him, just so you stay forever.

“Gone too quiet on me, honey, tell me what you need,” he coos down at you, thumb still caressing your pussy, and all you can fucking do is chew down on your bottom lips, eyeing his bulge that was begging to get out. And he barks out a goddamn chuckle, “P—please, Eddie.” Pathetically leaves your lips.

And normally he would make you beg, tease further, but he reaches to tug down his pants quickly, because fuck, he had missed you. And he can’t bear the thought of not being inside of you any longer.

Thinking is not your strongest suit right now either, your brain is mushy, all the nights and days spent thinking about him, about this explodes into your body. Your pussy aches when you finally see his cock again, a sound of need leaving your lips as you eye his length, so big that pleasure ripples through you, especially when you see his gushy tip, glistening with pre-cum.

You want every fucking inch inside of you, and Eddie’s more than ready to oblige, “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Need you, Eddie,” you moan, all fucked out, his fingers slip in and out of you still, but it isn’t enough for him. He needs more, he craves your validation like he never has before.

“God, you’re soakin’ my fingers, princess,” he grunts, wedging himself between your thighs, weeping cock drips onto your inner thighs, making you moan breathlessly. “Tell me exactly what you fuckin’ want, honey.”

“Eddie.” His name sounds like silk, even when it’s so lewd, Eddie decides, and it makes him let out an impatient huff. “P—please. Need you to fuck me.” It’s so goddamn desperate that you can feel heat rise to your cheeks, but it’s everything to him.

“Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh, that’s easy, sweetheart,” he grunts, lining his cock through your entrance, coating himself in your slick, enjoying your mewls before he doesn’t hesitate to push his cock inside of you, inch by inch, relishing the way you cry out for him.

Greedily, you rock your hips into him, making him let out a frustrated groan. “Have no fuckin’ idea how much I missed this greedy cunt, sweetheart, shit.” He thrusts in a few more inches, and breathless moans and babbles of his name fill the air.

“Suckin’ me right in, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty like this, mhmm.” His cock moves inside of you, and your hands are wrapped around his back, desperately clawing at it, the fullness making you want more, “you like that, baby, like bein’ full of me?” A heavy sound leaves his lips, pathetic and you pulse around him.

“S’so good Eddie, and s’big,” you barely manage to let out, and he watches you with that burning amber gaze, thrusting all the way in without hesitation. Those plushy lips that hang open, that filthy mouth, the prettiest fucking features—you, were going to be the death of him.

Maybe it’s because you had missed him, or maybe because you hadn’t experienced this in a long time, or fuck, maybe, just maybe that the song had created a new type of need between the two of you. Using sex as a sort of connection that the both of you desperately needed. But, shit, was it this different this time.

He felt different—his lips, touch, skin as it slapped against yours, it was different.

Full. You feel so fucking full that your back involuntarily arches against him, fingers clenching desperately, your screams and cries filling the room the more he plunges inside of you, deeper, hungry, and just as greedy as you.

“Yeah, better than that asshole?” It rolls off his lips so bitter and jealous that you can barely register it. Not being used to this possessive side of him, and it’s glorious, especially when he’s pounding his frustrations and insecurities into you.

“Mhmm, so much better.” You clawed at his back, every thrust of his hip making you feel higher and higher, mind filled with nothing but him.

“So pretty like this when you say my name, sweetheart… so goddamn beautiful, and all mine, yea?” He wants a confirmation, and wants to hear you say it, his head ducking between your breasts again to kiss, taste, suckle them. Make sure he never forgets it.

“Wanna hear you say it.” He hums, the vibrations reverberating through your chest straight into your core, cock plowed so deep inside of you that you can barely speak through your cries, hitting that sweet spot that every other asshole misses.

You’re too scared to give him what he wants. But you feel him, everywhere, and you still want more, of course, you’re his. That’s all you fucking wanted anyway. Plushy lips shake as you gaze up at him, his amber hues are so sticky-sweet that you still struggle to process it, words come out in a ramble “All yours, Eddie.”

His mouth crashes onto yours roughly, desire coursing through both of your bodies, almost interconnected. “Shit, fuckin’ hell sweetheart, ‘m not gonna last long.” His thrusts are getting sloppier, yet you feel the ravaging desire coursing through your veins.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, the kiss he lays on your lips just as relentless, not letting you breathe or think for a goddamn second, you’re so goddamn close.

And you wonder, how the fuck did you even go two months without this? Without him?

“Eddie!” You cry out once you feel the pad of his thumb rubbing against your clit, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm washes over you. Pure bliss overtakes you while you claw at his back, his body tenses, and cock flexes as he cums inside of you, groans and curses left in your hair.

Minutes pass of you lying next to each other, breathless, processing everything that just transpired. And you should feel guilty, embarrassed, and should run to the hills for doing this with him again.

But you’re obsessed, addicted. He’s like an excitement that you’re sure you’ve never felt before, running through your veins, like a fucking drug.

Both of you get dressed in silence, the party booming outside is quick to bring the two of you back to reality, and out of the trance that he pulled you in.

He breaks your bewilderment with a slight “Fuck.” Standing on the opposite side of the bed before he fully turns to you. “This wasn’t—I was supposed to talk to you.” He mutters, fingertips anxiously running through his tousled hair.

Caught off guard and awfully curious, you mumble, “About what?”

“The song…”

“I told you I liked it.”

His brow furrows deeper, and he shakes his head in frustration. “No, that’s not it—uh, did you not listen to the lyrics?”

“I did.”

“And?”

Your face searches his for some clarity, you take a step closer to him, the distance between the two of you was still awfully much according to him. “What are you asking of me, Eddie? Did you really think one song would just solve everything?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“W—what am I supposed to get Eddie? You wanna have your cake and eat it too! And I just can’t fucking do that, not anymore.”

“That’s—that’s not it!” His voice wavers, with urgency, and desperation in his tone. He takes a step forward, attempting to bridge the emotional gap, feeling so fucking frustrated that he wants to rip his hair out.

“Then fucking explain it to me!” You plead.

“You want an explanation, fine! Fucking fine!” His frustration echoed through the room, pacing back and forth, making you take a deep breath.

Was he… actually gonna do this?

“You wanna know what the fuck I’ve been doing ever since you ghosted me?” He ran a hand through his hair, scared, gaze all mellow and vulnerable in a way you have never seen before. It makes your shoulders slump when you nod.

“I go to those stupid Hollywood parties, meet asshole rockstars—the most interesting shit, yet somehow someway the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, might I add, and then I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop thinking about you the whole fucking day.” Your eyes widen, trying to absorb his revelation, yet he won’t stop rambling and you feel your chest tighten with each word, fuck, he’s finally doing it.

“I—I never—shit! I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but fuck, you came along, with that goddamn smile, throwing a manicured middle finger right in my face, a—and just put up with my bullshit.” His voice softened, and he couldn’t help but trace the contours of your face, to desperately know if you were on the same boat, and you look at him with such glistened eyes that his heart leaps to his stomach.

“My world flipped upside down, and you have proven me, so goddamn wrong that I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore!” The tears almost welled in your eyes, because, fuck, there was no way this was real.

You reached out instinctively, the corner of your mouth twitching uncontrollably. “E—Eddie, please… please stop saying things you don’t fucking mean.”

“Things I don’t mean?” He gives you a breathy chuckle, ironic, and nowhere near funny. His eyes bore into yours, intense and searching. “Do you think I like feeling whatever the hell this is? I fucking don’t, you have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind.” Your eyes soften, the room seemingly pulsing with his emotions, making you feel hot everywhere on your body.

He felt the same way.

Eddie felt the same way.

“B—but fuck I’m scared, honey, I’m so goddamn scared,” He admits, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension before he’s at your side, calloused hands grabbing you by the shoulder, so softly that you melt into him.

“Because what if—what if all of this comes crashing down one day?” His voice trembles, gaze avoiding yours, he was scared, so goddamn scared of losing you. Forever. He doesn’t want that, he couldn’t afford that.

“Just two months away from you fucking sucked. I didn’t—I don’t wanna feel these things, but you make it so hard not to.” His forehead rests against yours, making you suck in a deep breath, it’s all so fucking sentimental, and all you wanna do this kiss him, tell him you feel the exact same way. Tell him about your fears.

“And now I can’t fucking stop, fuck,” He confesses, admission punctuated by a frustrated sigh.

“I wrote you a song,” he gently caresses your cheek, and you’re so scared to look up at him, to meet his tender gaze, because you know you can’t hold yourself back.

“I came over to this party in a frenzy when I found out you’d be here,” he continued, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. “I—I just I haven’t even been able to touch another girl.” Your eyes snap open, you’re sure they’re almost heart-shaped now, with the adoration you look at him.

“And, do you actually fucking think I'd write songs for just anyone—” His question lingers in the air before you shut him up with a kiss, rough, sweet, and making Eddie feel dizzy all over, his head struggles to comprehend it all, breathless but he manages to react just in time.

The booming music becoming a mere background noise when he had you, mind swirling with all the possibilities and mouth begging to never stop tasting you. He wants to let you completely engulf him, feel you everywhere.

Everything he wanted and more.

He fucking hates himself for doing this, but he pulls away, mesmerized, eyes so wide that you can’t believe this is Eddie, he’s all flustered, salmon pink. And it makes a wider grin sit on your lips. “So… you—uh, what does this mean?”

You smile at him, lips widely stretching into a grin, as you shrug. “It means I feel the same, Eddie.” you admit, tone a tender reassurance. “That’s why I tried to shut you out… to try to move on, because I was scared—fuck, but I feel the same way.”

“So, does that mean we're dating now?”

“We can take things slow, figure everything out?” you mutter with a shy gaze, lips itching to twitch into a smile, again. “But I—uh—I like you, I really, really like you.”

“Gone soft on me already, sweetheart?” he mumbles with a stupid grin, making you elbow him softly, with an exaggerated playful huff.

He’s quick to flinch, rubbing his arm as if you even delivered a powerful blow. “Ow—what the hell is wrong with you?”

“You think I’m going soft? You’re the one who wrote his feelings as an exaggerated love song!”

He leans further slightly, his grin widening when you gave him those adorable eyes, finding you both equally amusing and endearing. “Oh… just you wait.”

You arched a brow, curiosity piqued, “What the hell does that mean?”

“The album is coming out soon, sweetheart. If you think this was an exaggeration, you should hear the whole fucking thing.”

That glint re-appears in your eyes just as quickly, gaze softening as you melt into his embrace.

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.” You tease, scrunching your nose at him, so adorably that he leans down and presses a gentle kiss onto your hair.

He's an idiot, a total complete fucking idiot, but he's all yours.

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vrsin · 2 months ago

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~The Embrace Beyond the Veil of Time~

Linked Universe x Reader

Story by @vrsin

Linked Universe by @linkeduniverse

Pervious

Fan Art : 1

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You launch up from bed, throwing your blanket off and running to your bathroom. Slamming your knees against the hard ground you throw up in the toilet.

You cough until your lungs hurt, tears streaming down your face. Knuckles white from holding on to the bathtub and cabinet nearby. Your throat burns as you cough, slowly the coughing fit fades. Flushing the mess, you grab a prepared water bottle to your right. Drinking down the whole thing.

You knew this would happen, these nightmares have been getting more consistent. More detailed.

More real.

You sigh and lean back on the wall, your bathroom is pitch black and the floor cold to the touch. You feel as if your skin is infested with something crawling inside. You're uncomfortable beyond measure, waking up from a nightmare. Throwing up your guts, surrounded by pure darkness which reminds you of…

Your turn on the lights.

The nightmares have been a nuisance. It has been going on for a long while now, as least a couple of months.

Though this one was different from the rest, you actually saw the person the haunting voice belongs to.

In previous dreams you always heard him saying the same thing over and over. That small sly smirk on his face as if he won, as if he knew something you didn't. Knew that you were nothing compared to him, that you were wrong.

Once when you were on a red ship. Traveling to crashing waves with a small figure, you still remember his large smile.

Flying on a bright red bird throughout the clouds. Clinging onto the back of someone, his light brown hair blowing in the breeze.

At a little ranch the sun kissing your skin. A muscular man in the distance laughing as you were playing with kids.

A lush flower field. Surrounded by glowing floating dots, as the person beside you made light within his hands.

On a lonely island. Where you sat side by side a still figure on the sandy beach, him staring at the clouds.

Inside a smith’s workshop. Listening to the clanging of metal, watching someone hard at work.

A wasted battlefield of war. Zipping through the fighting of soldiers, looking at someone with a navy blue scarf.

Lastly, a hill in a lonely field with a singular tree. Sitting next to a young man playing a lovely tune with his instrument.

Each dream was blurry but as more and more dreams occurred the clearer it would become, but the haunting voice would stay the same repeating each word in every dream. Taunting you, belittling you, every single time.

Each time he would begin to speak is when the mysterious figure in your dreams would ask if you would always stay by their side, and your reply the same every time.

The events that followed never changed once: that awful grey being with the bloody red eyes, the dark place that consumes the land and that monster lurking in the water.

It always ends the same… that beast opening its mouth, you falling in… and…

You swallow, best not to think about for now.

Getting up from the cold floor you make it back to your bedroom looking at your phone. It's time to get ready anyways, your first class starts soon. Glancing outside your window, the clouds are starting to turn grey. WIth a quick flash of light it starts to pour down, just great. A storm, what a joke.

Finishing getting ready and picking up your backpack you look at your desktop where your Nintendo Switch is lying, you recently beat Breath of the Wild. Collecting all those korok seeds has been nothing but a pain, though exploring places you haven't been before in your first run has been fun…but

Your face scrunches up, now thinking about it. The trail you were taking in your dream was very similar to the path going to Hateno Village.

If you really thought about it. Each area in your nightmares including that person and that abyss, all of it seemed too familiar.

You sigh and swing your backpack over your shoulder, maybe you're just playing too many video games.

~~~

Students run as fast as they could to make it in the campus and avoid the down pour, you one of those students. Making it inside the campus and shaking off a bit of the water, you check to make sure the damage to your backpack isn't too severe. Satisfied with it’s state, you start to head to your first class of the day, history.

The class is dimmed down a bit as the lights in the back have yet to be replaced, just were you're sitting. Taking your seat and getting everything ready for today’s lecture you wait for it to begin, pen in hand.

“Right class, glad most didn't decide they were suddenly sick today and call out because of this weather!”

That got a few tired laughs from a few students in the front, a small smile making it to your face. Maybe you should have actually called sick, having gone through that mess this morning. Well, you're here now anyways.

“Right, so for today we will be going over World War I, the involvement of the United Sates, and The League of Nations. Now! To begin-”

Your head is starting to fall, harshly placing it in your opposite hand, the other desperately trying to write down the lecture. You feel exhaustion creeping up behind you like awaiting a jump scare in a horror movie.

Shit, you're falling asleep!

Involuntarily, you feel your eyelids start to droop. You try to will them to stay open, but you feel yourself losing.Your eyelids shut. The professor's voice in the background, nothing but a few murmurs.

“ …- World War I...”

You're in a battleground, dead bodies and blood cover the grass. Swords and shields scattered about in the mess of corpses. You step forward just to stop when hear a crunch, looking down you see you stepped on the mangled finger of a soldier.

“...Just how many…”

You look up from the dead, standing right in front of you is a blonde in armor. His back turned to you, dressed in green garps and wielding a lightly glowing sword, covered in blood.

“....How many that I trained beside…”

His head facing upwards to the now clearing sky. God rays begin to peek through, revealing the countless bodies scattered. The ocean of blood which covers the lush green field.

It goes on for miles…

His shoulders begin to shake, from fear, from grief, you dont know.

You noticed his navy blue scarf blowing in the wind, the bottom dripping blood.

“HOW MANY MORE WILL BETRAY ME IN THIS WAR!!”

Your eyes burst open, you're starting to sweat. A fever creeping from your neck spreading through your body. An intense weight is placed on your chest, you feel like your lungs will collapse.

“... -When American soldiers-...”

Your eyes shut once again.

You hear the sound a pacing feet, opening your eyes you see a man in green walking back and forth. Tugging at his light brown hair which looked rather painful. His white short cape with blue design following behind him.

“I have to be perfect…”

You're in a closed off area with a few trees, stone underneath your feet. The wind is blowing harshly as if you're high in the sky. There's something large just a few feets way.

“They rely on me as a knight.”

You don't like that large figure, it feels looming, powerful, ancient. You cant see the details, just the slight color of cold grey stone and the outline of pressed together hands in front of it’s chest. You trail your eyes analyzing it as you get closer to its face, just to freeze and your breath halting.

…Its staring at you

“WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE!!”

Your body jolts forward, fuck you can’t see well. You try to make a sound but your throat feels like someone is choking you. Trying to get someone’s attention you try to reach out, but your body is too heavy.

Your eyes drift close.

“...-The League of Nations organization-...”

Your cheek is pressed against a cold floor, fighting against gravity you lift your head to see you're in a cave. A small fire is burning in front of you. A person in a bright blue shirt with a navy cloak and the hood on is sitting on a log in front of you.

“A whole group of people…”

His knee is bouncing with his hands gripping the fabric of his thighs. You can see just a bit of his lower face to see him biting his lip. A shaky chuckle passing through his lips.

“All of them with a life goal to kill me…”

You gasp and fall back as he rushes up from his seat. Kicking the log out of the cave, the hood falling off his head.

Blonde hair in a half ponytail is revealed to you, only for him to pull off the ponytail and tug at his hair from the back, again, it looks like it really hurts.

“IM NOT EVEN THE SAME PERSON AS BEFORE!!”

The fire begins to burn bright in front of you, your breathing is coming out as short and wheezy. Your head falls as you try to regain your breath. You hear footsteps making their way towards you. Lifting your head with as much force as you can, you see the three of them. Though their faces are blurry, you see them stop just in front of you.

You squint and try to remember. You've seen them before. You know them.

Why can't you remember.

Why can't you see his face?

You feel it though, deep inside your soul and gut. A feeling of familiarity with the feeling of Deja vu, like you've seen them before in a dream or they’re hidden away in a distant memory. Someone that you spent so much time with, shared so much memories with, that even after so many years pass and you don't communicate. Once you rekindle that connection, it's like you've never left each other. That relationship that can surpass any time and distance

YOU KNOW THEM!

…A Captain.

…A Knight.

…A Champion.

Your wheezing has gotten worse. At this point, you're not even sure if you're breathing air in. You hear their steps as they get closer, right in front of your quivering body. The world is closing in, getting darker, but a hand reaches under your chin to move it up.

Suddenly it’s warm, its calm.

Your fever has gone down and you take a deep breath in, gasping as you finally get air in your lungs.

Someone is stroking your cheek, a hand pushing the hair behind your ear, and another rubbing your back.

Looking up you see them three are crouched down, smiling and comforting you.

“Breathe.”

The blonde with the navy scarf is wiping your tears, his voice a low rumble. His gloves are rough, but you dont mind the feeling of the texture.

“Breathe…”

He slams your face in the ground, it’s turned to water. The other two are gone. You gasp and fight back, you feel the water entering your lungs. The burning pain of water going through your nose. Your head is pulled back by your hair.

…It’s him

The hideous grey skin differing from the dark abyss you now find yourself in. His dark clothes splattered with the only hints of color bearing red, blood. Though that can't even compare to his eyes.

His unblinking bright scarlet eyes stare into your very soul. The brightest red that you have ever seen the glow lighting the dark abyss and murky water. His face this motionless mask, not even a twitch of a muscle. He brings up his hand with his rough large palm covering your nose and mouth.

“Breathe.”

You cant…

The water is rising. Drowning you and him in the dark, as the water consumes his very being, his hand still covering your nose and mouth. You try to fight him, to go back to the surface and breathe. But he's stronger.

He's always stronger.

You see a scaled body swimming behind him in the murky water. It's swimming around. Just out of your view, only allowing its black body to appear for a mere second. It's waiting.

The scarlet eyed man finally smiles.

“Breathe.”

Someone is desperately shaking your shoulders yelling for someone else to go and get help. You see your professor standing above you. Slowly, the worry on his face begins to fade away, you're on the floor.

“Breathe, breathe. You passed out.”

Your body is shaking as you're frantically taking in each and every breath as if the next will suddenly be cut off, drowning you again in that dark abyss where that monster is waiting for you. The class bells rings.

~~~

You make it home and set your backpack on the couch.

After visiting the class nurse, she had come to the conclusion that you had passed out due to the lack of oxygen. The most concerning thing, however, is when the nurse left, you suddenly had a coughing fit. Running to the bathroom, you kept coughing.

Until murky water started dripping from your mouth.

The same water that you were drowning in.

You have decided to skip the rest of the day and go home after that. Leaning against your kitchen counter, you decide to drink slowly a clean glass of water to help with the aching pain in your throat. The storm outside had only gotten worse after your… episode and you're currently dripping on your kitchen floor.

After finishing the glass slowly, you put it in your kitchen sink. You'll deal with it tomorrow. Going to the bathroom, you grab some towels. Preparing to take a shower. The moment you turn it on, watching the water drip.

You feel the water in your lungs.

You rushed over and turned it off. Falling backwards and back slamming against the wall. You look at the towels and decide to just dry off. No shower today.

Putting on the most comfortable pj's you own, you go to bed and bundle up. Smiling softly at the smell of freshly clean sheets and warm extra blankets. A great comfort after today's events.

Though a irritated sigh does escape your lips. First it was the nightmares, now it was this weird episode you had during class. Seeing those three figures that you know for a fact you either met or seen before.

Turning to the side. You see your desk, your Nintendo Switch laying just on top. You know those three outfits, you've seen those outfits. And that grey man with the dark clothes and scarlet red eyes, you know for a fact who he is. But it doesn't make any sense. He's from a game.

Nothing about this makes any sense. Why are suddenly video game characters from your favorite childhood game attacking you in dreams? In nightmares? Even still, he's not even in the latest game that you're playing.

The most that you have is a skin of him, Dark Link.

Nothing about this makes any sense, you thought they were just nightmares. Your subconscious playing tricks on you, twisting your favorite game into something horrendous.

But after today….

After the drowning. Feeling your lungs collapsing, water being forced through your nose and mouth as you hiccup. Feeling it entered through your throat, the burning in your nose. And coughing up that water later.

You've never had very vivid dreams before, nothing that's ever felt real. But this passes beyond just feeling that it was real.

You coughed up evidence that it happened.

You feel your eyes begin to sting and hiccups force out of your throat. A few tears dripped down your eyes. All the stress and worry of these nightmares that now don't seem to be just nightmares. The exhaustion getting to you.

You fall asleep crying.

~~~

It's calm, it's quiet.

It's peaceful, it's warm.

Just like him.

Laughter wakes you up, slowly opening your eyes, you're in a bright green field. Soft laughter makes you turn to the right, there's a kid. With bright messy blonde hair and a bright blue shirt a white design on it.

“Hey sleepyhead!”

You stare at him, you… can't see him well. His face is blurry. But his smile shines through the blurs. You smile back at him as he takes your hand to stand up.

“We got to start heading out.”

“Why?”

He caresses your hand. You feel his calluses on his palm. You shouldn't feel that in a dream should you?

“Time to head back!”

“Head… back?”

He says nothing, just smiles and takes your hand starting to walk on a trail made of gold. You look only at him, trying to make sense of him. Trying to remember his face, why can't you see his face?

Music starts to play at the very end of the path, it's cheerful melody making you want to dance. You hear people laughing, you hear children yelling in joy. He smiles and starts to rush.

He begins to run as you hold on tight to his hand. The music and laughter gets louder and more inviting, but he's only getting faster. Your hand is starting to be slipping through. You look down at your hands in worry, but you spot something on his hand.

Was that…is that the Triforce…

Your hand finally slips through.

“Slow down!”

You hurry after the running figure. The wind blowing through your hair. You hear his laugh, you always loved his laugh.

“Come on! It's this way!”

He's running faster, his laughter is echoing through the trees. Since when were you in a forest?

“Please! Slow down!”

He's going faster, you can barely see him, the light that follows him is dimming. It's getting dark. You lose sight of the gold path.

“Please! I can't!”

It's getting cold, the trees make no noise. The wind has stopped blowing.

You hear water.

You hear what's moving in the water.

You can't see him

You freeze, it's pitch black. You hear nothing but your panic breathing. You remember his name, why now?

“... Link…?”

No answer.

You look around and see nothing,

The rippling in the water is getting louder, it's getting closer, it's right behind you.

You look behind to see the back of the scaly creature barely protruding out of water. It's not moving, it's just waiting, taunting.

You don't dare to move, don't dare to make a sound. Wondering if your silent breathing is enough to alert the monster.

"... ️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝.... Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝.... I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍.... M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ.....?"

His voice! You hear him!

Although you can't see him you can clearly hear his soft voice, though it sounds…different. As if he's the same person but a different version. He's calling for you, but not by your name. Although the name that he's calling you seems so familiar, so comforting. You know that name.

“... Link…”

The beast under the waves begins to move. The slight whisper alerting it. It now knows it's not just the two of you alone, it knows you can hear him.

It begins to circle you, taunting. As it goes in and out of the water slowly getting closer.

“️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜..... I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍.m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠...... M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ... Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝.. ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️....?"

His voice is getting clearer. It's getting closer and you look behind to see a slight faint golden light.

You pause and look at the patrolling beast under the water. It's waiting, wondering, daring you.

You have nowhere to go only to that warm golden light and to him. You now accepted the fact that this, this isn't a dream anymore. What can you do to run away from this monster? What choice do you have besides calling out to him?

You take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

And scream

"LINK!!"

The monster under the waves charges up, grabs you with its jaws making sure not to puncture your delicate body and swallows you whole.

The shadow with piercing red eyes stares at the scene before him. A small chuckle leaving his lips as he slowly turns to the left of him, to a silent observer.

“They're still waiting. You failed, hero.”

~~~

Legend gasps awake launching from his bedroll; the others waking up around him. He runs to the nearby lake and proceeds to throw up the Champion's latest meal. The dark forest is silent as he coughs and shakes, the moon shining above witnessing the hero in his weakened state.

His throat burns as he coughs and cries. A comforting hand rubs his back and another helps to hold back his now faded pink hair. He finally stops and thanks Warrior for handing him over some water. He stands back up and takes a deep breath. Turning to the group of his fellow heroes.

Each of them stare in worry, Hyrule already with a healing potion in hand. The wind blows softly cooling down his heated cheeks.

Even after being forced to give up his latest meal by the group's designated chef, his eyes hold no discomfort nor does his body.

In fact, he appears more confident than ever. His eyes burned with determination.

“I know where they are now.”

Finally, after all these years, they finally have a clue on where to find you.

~~~

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Fun fact! While reviewing this I had to write an essay for my history class about the League of Nations, which inspired the classroom scene. I hope you all enjoyed the first official chapter!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

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makeitworse · 23 days ago

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LIKE A CAROUSEL

with nothing left to lose, you decide to confront your illicit past with ji-yong. old habits die hard (or maybe not at all).

⋆˙⟡ ibelongiiu part three 𓂃 c/w: fem!reader x sub!jiyong. angst | smut | fluff. age gap. cheating. conflict. breakup. confessions. endgame. nsfw content minors dni

like promised, you and ji-yong hadn’t spoken since that night. there was no “we should talk” text. no explanation of what it meant. just clean-cut silence. and that was for the better.

you went your separate ways once again— him, working on the new album. and you, going back home to your boyfriend.

you clung to the safe, mundane life you had with him. you pretended that you hadn’t just thrown it all away for a hit-and-run with your ex.

it was little more than just a singular, impulsive, meaningless night. you tell yourself ji-yong probably felt the same. and for a while, it works.

until the photos surface.

blurry, grainy; obviously shot from a phone camera with shaky hands. you could laugh at how low quality they were, if you weren’t sick to your stomach.

there’s one of you and ji-yong standing in a dimly lit corner of the chanel show. another of him leaning in closer while you’re speaking. and then one that makes your insides flare: ji-yong mid-conversation with someone else, craning his neck to stare at you from across the room.

thankfully, the articles don’t name you— just “a mystery woman spotted with g-dragon”. but, it still found its way to your boyfriend’s algorithm. he sent you the link to one with a question mark. then came another.

it wasn’t long before he finally approached you, holding out his phone.

“this was him?”

you barely glanced at the photo. the way ji-yong’s looking at you in it has been burned into your memory.

“yeah,” you answer, keeping your tone light. “it was just a surprise catch-up. i didn’t even know he’d be there.”

that part, at the least, is true.

what you neglect to mention: the locked hotel door. the drink you shared. the way ji-yong looked at you after you shoved him, like he’d let you do anything you wanted.

but for now, it’s enough to reassure your boyfriend. you just hoped that’d be the last you’d hear of it.

come february, and übermensch drops like a bomb.

his comeback dominates the media. you only skimmed a few headlines before muting all mentions of his name. they’re saying it’s dark, sexy— raw in a way that feels like the carrion of a secret dragged into the spotlight.

you can’t help but recall the lyrics he used to hum against your skin, the verses he’d draft while writing late at night. you wonder if any of the ‘just between us’ songs made it to the final cut.

of course, fate’s got a sick sense of humour.

your boyfriend walked to you in the kitchen, phone in his hand and a strange look on his face.

“have you heard this?”

your throat tightens. you know he must’ve listened to the album. it can’t be anything good.

your boyfriend presses play on a song. it’s got a sensual tone to it. ji-yong’s voice is deep, the words raw.

you realise it must be bonamana— the one that fans have been whispering about online. track seven. the confessional. the one he sounds like he’s bleeding in.

you bite the inside of your cheek, keeping your gaze ahead as you listen. your boyfriend’s studying you.

ji-yong’s quite literally rapping about a girl with someone else waiting at home, but you’re tossing up the explanations in your head— this could all just be fiction, it’s a misunderstanding..

until the song reaches a particular verse. you’re floored. ji-yong’s practically retelling your encounter that night in the hotel: how you pushed him, got on top of him.

and he put it into a song for the whole world to hear. because of course he did.

your reaction’s louder than words. your boyfriend stares at you with his jaw clenched. he pauses the song— he’s got his answer.

“it’s about you, isn’t it?” his eyes search your face. “tell me i’m wrong.”

you swallow. “it is.”

he takes a step towards you. “when.”

“it was just the one time—”

“don’t do that.” he groaned, shaking his head. “don’t act like it was meaningless when the whole fucking world knows what it meant to him.”

there’s no use fixing it. you had this coming.

you gathered your things in silence while he paced the apartment like he was still waiting for something to change. for this to somehow be just another fight, not the end.

but it was. he wanted to hash it out, find some compromise and recover from this. but you refused to stay and ruin him any more than you already have. you would at least do him that grace.

and yet, in retrospect, it almost feels like there was nothing solid to end. like you’d been in limbo the entire time— pretending something steady existed between you, when really, your heart was never his to begin with.

you zipped up your overnight bag. he stood in the doorway, watching you with a hollow look.

“i’m sorry,” you say quietly. it’s all you had left to offer him. pitiful, too little too late— especially after ji-yong had bared the truth of it all to the world, immortalising your betrayal in his music.

your now-ex didn’t yell. didn’t cry. you shared a knowing nod as you turned the door knob— the kind of look that said all the things his mouth couldn’t.

before you walked out, his voice comes softly: “you chose him. maybe not out loud, but you did.”

he’s not wrong. and what’s worse— you’ve started to think that this was always how it was going to end. you, finding your way back to ji-yong. it just shouldn’t of taken someone else’s heart as a stepping stone for you to get there.

you were two bottles of wine into your wallowing. alone in your apartment, a cigarette burning idly between your fingers that really hadn’t done much to take the edge off.

a coworker from your new firm, who’d become a good friend, was just checking in on you— and you, in your boozy woe is me state, bluntly mentioned the breakup. it was half a joke, half a cry for help. if you had sent that sober, you would’ve contemplated suicide for being so embarrassing.

she must’ve passed the word on, because hours later, your phone buzzed with a call from a familiar number. someone from your former styling team.

“we’re all going to the album listening party tonight. you could come out.” her voice is hesitant, like she’s unsure if she should be asking.

you weighed the options: a third bottle of wine, or going to your ex’s celebratory party (who was also the reason your last relationship just ended).

you couldn't decide which option would cost more of the last shred of dignity you had left.

“ah, fuck it. where do i meet you?”

guess that number’s below zero now.

the venue was all flashing lights and booming bass, full of industry faces and overlapping chatter. your back stayed glued to a wall, nursing a drink while you chatted with your old team.

your name hadn’t even been on the guest list— but someone from his team ushered you in without a second glance. you didn’t know how to feel about it. inside, you tried to ignore the way people’s gaze lingered on you, like they had a faint idea of who you were.

you watched the crowd sway to the music. personally, you weren’t paying it much mind; ji-yong had already played some of the demos for you.

but then you hear the start of one you don’t recognise. it’s groovy and upbeat— his voice doesn’t have that usual grit to it.

then the chorus comes, and your breath catches.

take me, i’m yours.

you recall hearing that before, except it was said in private— ji-yong had once cooed those words to you, gazing at you with heart-eyes while his head laid on your chest.

he must’ve wrote this while you were still together. you wonder just how much the rest of the album had your memory etched into it. is that why they called you here? how many people knew?

a lump formed in your throat. it’s all too much.

you scanned the room— searching, needing— when your eyes land on him, already looking at you. ji-yong, drink in hand, with youngbae’s arm slung over his shoulder. he looked untouchable under the pulsing red lights.

everything else around him fell away. his eyes are burning, flickering with something you can’t quite place. and when you don’t avert your eyes— he puts down his drink, and he’s moving. so you excuse yourself from the table and wade through the crowd.

you trail ji-yong to a quiet corner of the room.

as you approach, you stop in front of him, close enough to hear his breath tremble. you don’t speak first.

“didn’t think i’d see you here.” he says, quiet under the music.

“me neither.” you admit.

take me’s chorus booms in the background— ji-yong’s own voice begging to be taken by you. he huffs a shy laugh, lifting his straw hat to ruffle his hair.

how he can act so flustered, when he’s the one who put it out there for everyone (or perhaps just you) to hear. speaking of which;

”i heard bonamana,” you start. ji-yong’s head raises at that, his eyes anticipating your reaction. a smirk tugs at your lips. you scoff. “you’re a mess.”

ji-yong fidgets with his sleeves. there’s a small smile on his face. it’s cute, how shy he is. seems like he really wasn’t expecting this.

“wanna talk?”

his reply is instant, soft but certain. “not here. come with me?”

and you do. because of course you do.

ji-yong leads you into a quieter lounge room tucked away from the rest of the venue, the bass of the party muffled by the door as it clicks shut behind him.

there’s low lighting, and a velvet sofa against the wall that you perch on. ji-yong’s standing there with his hands in his pocket, his stance more relaxed.

“you really listened to it?” he asks, soft.

you met his eyes, cocking a brow. “you’ve got nerve, releasing that while i had a boyfriend.”

his mouth pulls into something between a grimace and a smile. “had?”

you sit up straighter. “well i’m here, aren’t i?”

he nods slowly. his eyes drift, avoiding yours, like he’s scared he’ll say too much if he keeps looking. your hands curl to fists in your lap.

“couldn’t this have been a phone call, ji? did you have to… sing it all?”

his head tilts back, face cracking with a smile. there’s no humour in it though— he’s trying to hold himself back.

“i thought you were done with me.” his jaw clenches. he shifts in his spot. “i got to keep you close to me when i wrote about you. even if i didn’t get to be yours.”

you’re quiet. ji-yong goes to step towards you, but restrains himself. he settles on playing with his ring instead.

“i didn’t plan this. i swear, i didn’t approach you in hong kong intending to drag you back into my life. but when i saw you..” he exhales a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut, like he’s replaying the memory of that night. “i hoped.”

he pauses, staring at you intently— like he’s daring you to look away. you hold his gaze, and he’s sure of himself enough to slowly step towards you.

“i hoped you’d still remember us the way i do.”

your throat tightens as you watch him hover above you in the chair. you stand, and your faces are dangerously close once you’re on your feet. you can hear the faintest noise from his throat.

“i can’t forget.” you murmur. “and that’s the fucking problem.”

“then let’s stop pretending.” his eyes soften. “please.”

you look at him. really look at him. and for the first time in a long time, you feel the mask slipping from your face.

and then you hear it— the intro to gyro-drop bleeding through the walls. you blink at him, registering the lyrics. ji-yong watches your reaction, face a cross between amusement and dread. your face splits in a laugh.

“you’re really letting everyone know you bottom, huh?”

he winces with a boyish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “it wouldn’t be right otherwise.”

you hum in response, pinching the brim of his hat teasingly. he watches with bated breath as you lift it from his head. tossing it to a side table, ji-yong snatches your waist into his hands with a newfound impatience.

“i missed you so much,” he says breathlessly. “been waiting for you.”

“mm, i heard.” you drawl, cupping his jaw in your palms.

and then the tension boils over. ji-yong’s yanking you into a kiss, mouths meeting with months worth of pent-up hunger. by the lapel of his jacket, you pull him down onto the couch with you, wasting no time straddling his lap.

you’re both hurried with the rocks of your hips, trading messy kisses that left your chin stained with saliva. it wasn’t long before hands were being shoved down pants, and clothes swiftly pushed to the side.

you fucked ji-yong right there on that couch. his hands on your hips, looking up at you with heart-eyes as you rutted down on his dick. he was a whining mess— sloppy thrusts trying to match your pace.

you had to muffled his mouth with a kiss as he came— you worried he’d be louder than the music.

as you both winded down from your highs, ji-yong pressed his forehead to yours, strands of hair drenched with sweat.

“i’m yours.”

and in that moment, with your heart thudding against his and your lips brushing softly, you kiss him— sweeter this time. it’s not just want, it’s a promise. and it didn’t need to be said out loud. you’re his.

the dressing room buzzes with a life that could only be described as an organised chaos— stylists flitting around with last-minute touch-ups, his team checking monitors and cue sheets, the distant roar of the crowd beyond the stage.

in the eye of the storm, ji-yong’s calm. he’s seated in a chair at the vanity, head tipped back and eyes closed while you adjust his chains.

“these will wilt if you keep sweating,” you tease, poking the fabric of his rose jacket.

he cracks one eye open with a smile. “promise to dry me off?”

you roll your eyes and flick his ear, earning a low chuckle from him.

you check your watch— showtime’s in just a few minutes. ji-yong’s hand finds your waist with ease, tugging you closer so you’re standing between his legs.

instinctively, you go smooth over the fabric of his shirt, fix up the neckline. despite being well-established at your job, you still find yourself reverting back to your habits from being ji-yong’s stylist.

you brush a stray strand of hair from his face. “you nervous?”

he shrugs. “night can’t get much better than this.”

you arch a brow. he cracks open an eye to scrunch his nose at you, pulling you down for a kiss.

it’s brief, a soft press of lips, but it grounds you both. a reminder of what it took to get here. of the time you spent apart, the quiet hope buried under all the words unsaid.

how now, you can kiss in front of his staff without anyone staring sideways. how you can support him before the first concert of the tour, by his side and in the public eye.

how he’ll go out on that stage, and the crowd will sing along to the words he wrote in reminiscence of you. hoping you’d come back to him. waiting.

a crew member distantly yells the two-minute call.

ji-yong exhales, taking your hand in his. you give him a reassuring squeeze.

“i’ll be watching from the side.”

“well, now i have to do my best, don’t i?”

you watched him as he positioned himself on the platform, giving you one last smile as ji-yong, before he emerged on the stage as g-dragon.

ji-yong to you, g-dragon to the audience. and all of him, belonging to you.

a/n: and it’s done! hope you enjoyed reading this lil series as much as i did writing it, thank you all for readin ♡

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tinysheepcrusade · 3 months ago

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Only Her

Sevika X Female Reader

Summary: You are the newest addition to the brothel in Zaun. After a few weeks of boring sex work you're the next victim of Silcos right-hand woman, Sevika. Will you make it through the night unphased or fumble under her cold touch?

Content Warning: Smut, Dom Sevika, Teasing, Squirting, Brothel (SexWork), Strap On, Rough Sex, Biting, Almost Hate Sex.

Notes: This is a repost, apparently the last one had an error where it restarted halfway in the fic, hopefully this one doesn't have the same error. Google docs copy function does this sometimes.

New Note: Should I write a part two for this? I have some ideas bouncing around but I'm not sure if I should use em???

If you prefer to read on aO3 here you are - link

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to, it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight.

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think.

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects.”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it.

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.”

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice.

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?”

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean.

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.”

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.”

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s just a bit… thick-skulled.”

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

After only a few minutes you can't take it anymore. You push your hips up, forcing the toy almost halfway inside you. Even that feels more rewarding than whatever crumbs she was giving you. It's short lived of course as she pulls out.

“Now Y/N what was that?” Quirking an eyebrow she's clearly holding back a smile. “You just bitched about not wanting me to touch your g spot or make you squirt, So stop moving and behave. Let me use you like a pocket pussy.”

Fuck Sevika. No matter what you did she was always quick to one-up you. You’re ready to crash out on this woman but a solution comes to mind. “Well you are right I don't like it but I don't want you to take all night to bust so I'll take it quietly if I must.” Crossing your arms you toot your nose up, she may fuck the pride and respect out your body but she could never take your spite.

“Aw” Sevika coos. “For me? You shouldn't have-” She fixes your position then thrusts till her hips connect with yours. She pulls out a few more times then slams back in every time. “You really shouldn't have.”

The woman sets a fast, hard pace. That wretched toy is so big you can not only feel the tip hit your stomach but see the bulge. Your hand goes down to push at Sevika's hips but because of the difference in your two strengths, she pays it no mind. Once again she's beating up your pussy and your left slackjawed and crying. Her dick thrust into the deepest most sensitive part of you over and over. There's nothing you can do now, you know you'll be clowned tomorrow for the way your wailing right now but it can't be helped. The cheap walls rattled with every push of her hips. No matter how much you tried to deny her your body is always honest. Say you don't like it but your pretty pussy is clenching so sweetly around the toy.

Around her.

“Oh Y/N the way your tits bounce is worth every penny I spent tonight. Sevika decides to look down to where you’re joined. Biting her lip she slows down to grind into your cunt staring shamelessly at your body. “Almost forgot about her~” Mechanical fingers come to caress your clit. Almost immediately that feeling takes hold in your tummy again and it's mind-numbingly intense. Your pitiful writhing is enough of a sign to know that you're racing toward your edge. Her real arm on your behind is single-handly keeping you up, she squeezes your ass hard before taunting. “Nothing else to say Y/N?”

All you know is pleasure right now. All you know is Sevika. You would be so disappointed in yourself later for melting like an ice cream cone in the summer heat in front of a woman like her but right now you were being reduced to a whiney bottom who wanted special treatment.

“Vika….please kiss me?”

Sevika froze for just a moment, confused by the sudden intimacy between you two. Normally she would shoot you down but God were you so damn gorgeous, your hair was a mess, lips swollen, makeup smudged, and still you were the best looking woman she's ever seen. She decides to indulge you and honestly herself too. Something switches in her brain when your kiss taste like cherry lipgloss Sevika sucks on your tongue not letting you retreat until she's had her fill. “Better Y/N?”

“So much better! So good! Gonna…I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop Vika.” It's inevitable now. You were already leaking onto the damn floor, “Vika permission to cum? I want you to unh- want you to tell me I can mmm wanna be your good girl!”

Sevika considers being cruel, especially since you were being a brat the entire night and now that she had you about to blow you wanna act right but your angelic voice and tiny tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes were enough to stop her. “You don't deserve it but I'm so gracious that I'll give it to ya~”

That's all it takes, thank you is all you can get out before it turns to mindless moaning. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you splash Sevika's pants, shirt, and even her face. Your hands are tangled in her hair and the tension makes Sevika groan. She wastes no time wiping the cum into her mouth and letting out a noise fit for the filthiest of porns. The mess you are making is all she could ask for and more. A model material girl all messed up like this because of her? Life couldn't be any sweeter. The cherry on top was how defiant you started out as only to crumple like a wet napkin.

Sevika surprisingly carried your princess style back to the bed, finding a dry area to lay you down. “Listen I'm not much for aftercare…” she trails off awkwardly.

Exhausted, you giggle. “That's okay Sevika you can go, I'm a big girl and I imagine there's other customers I have to deal with.”

Sevika returns to her grumpy face. “Can you even walk right now?” Annoyance clear in her voice. “Stop acting tough.” She shakes her head gray eyes rolling for the millionth time that night. “You seem damn near delirious”

You waved her off, pushing up on your elbows to look at her. “Well your times about up so you have to leave regardless, I'll just take a female client first until I regain my strength. “Would you like me to see you to the front door Sevika?”

For a reason she can't place you were pissing her off. “If you get up I'll make you regret it.” She pokes a finger at your chest. “I'll be back and you better be in the exact same spot Y/N.” With that, she nearly rushes out of the room. About 15 minutes later she's back and silently gets into bed with you.

“Sevika you gotta go and I gotta get back to work! Lets-”

She pulls you by the waist against her chest. “No.”

You are so tired but resist dozing off until she speaks up. “The room and you are mine till the morning sun comes up. Now go to sleep I can tell you need it badly.”

There's no energy left to actually tease her and it's nothing but a fleeting thought. You fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

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anim-ttrpgs · 3 months ago

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We're hosting a game jam over on itch.io! Submissions open in March, 2025 and will remain open until April, 2025!

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is a groundbreaking TTRPG that revolutionizes mystery investigation of all kinds! The rulebook is available at this link for free! This community event gives long-time fans and newcomers alike a chance to flex their mystery-writing muscles.

Leave behind the days of "We walk into the room and roll Investigate." Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is a TTRPG all about investigation, and its purpose-driven mechanics let players take initiative, use their characters' unique strengths to find clues, and deduce conclusions themselves. This game jam will bring the community together to write more mysteries for their characters to solve, put together in adventure module form. You can find a helpful guide to writing Eureka mystery modules in Chapter 7 of the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy rulebook linked above.

This game jam is non-competitive, but the developers' favorites will be linked on the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy store page so everyone can play through your creation! You can work alone or in a team, as long as you follow these basic rules.

While you're working, and especially if you have questions, join us on the A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club Discord Server. It's a club for discussing and playing all kinds of RPGs, not just Eureka, run by the creators of Eureka. You can also join our "Top Secret" Patreon Discord server and further support the A.N.I.M. team by subscribing for any amount to our patreon. We'll be happy to answer your questions about this game jam or Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy either way.

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Rules

Submissions Must Be Adventure Modules and Be Compatible with Eureka: This game jam is for mystery adventure modules to be run with Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy. If you're unfamiliar, an adventure module is a guide for game masters to running a specific scenario for their gaming group. You can find an example of one made for Eureka alongside the rulebook linked above.

Follow the Theme: The theme/prompt picked out by our patreon subscribers is "The Call." By design, this prompt is flexible and leaves room for interpretation - are the characters beset by mysterious phone calls? answering a mysterious call for help in the forest? or something far stranger? (Just remember not to make it about mind-control - Eureka doesn't have that.) Your submission can be about any sort of mystery, as long as it is obviously inspired by this prompt in some way, however you interpret it. Just also make sure to follow the rest of the rules below.

Third-person Verbiage: Avoid saying "you" when referring to player-characters.

Separation of Player and Character: Ensure that your module says "investigators" when it is referring to the player-characters, and "players" when it is referring to the real people sitting around the table, and don't get them mixed up.

Characters Can Be Bigoted, but We'd Rather You Weren't: NPCs in your module may express hateful attitudes, but we do not approve of hateful attitudes from submitters themselves.

Stay Grounded in Eureka's Lore: Please keep your module roughly within the bounds of what the world of Eureka offers. You can read more about this within the first half of Chapter 8 in the rulebook linked above. (And remember, your submission doesn't have to be a paranormal mystery!)

Submissions Must be 5,000 Words Minimum: There is no upper limit, so be careful not to overdo it, as long as your submission has at least 5,000 words. This is the bare minimum size. Most good Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy adventure modules are about 50-100 pages, as Eureka really stresses providing detailed information to the GM and players alike.

No Generative AI: Do not submit anything that has been created in whole or in part through the use of generative "AI."

We Don't Own Your Submission: Your submission is still your property. You can even sell it after the game jam is concluded if you want. Though if you do, we recommend you keep working on it a bit to polish it up, since one month is plenty of time to get a first draft out, but even the best submissions will benefit from some critique and further refinement and editing!

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they-call-me-whiskey · 3 months ago

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All the grand gestures

pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

summary: every grand gesture feels like a lie.

warnings: angst; reader is Muggle-born and has hair; English is not my first language.

author's note: Valentine's Day, and here I am writing angst. great job Whiskey. here's the link to the next chapter.

“Sirius!”

you weave through the crowded corridor, dodging students as you chase after him. he’s quick, always managing to slip away just before you catch up—but this time, he must hear you calling, because he stops, turning around with an easy grin. his friends halt beside him, watching with amused expressions as you finally reach him, slightly breathless.

“well, hello, darling,” Sirius drawls, his stormy grey eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours.

before you can reply, he steps closer, sliding his hands onto your waist and pulling you in for a kiss—completely ignoring the fact that you’re still catching your breath. his lips are warm, teasing, and for a second, the noise of the corridor fades into nothing.

then—

“oooohhh!”

James and Peter’s exaggerated reactions echo around you, while Remus just sighs like he’s had to witness this far too many times. you feel Sirius smirk against your lips before he pulls away, though he doesn’t let go of you just yet.

“honestly, mate,” James teases, nudging Sirius’s shoulder, “do you have to snog her in the middle of the corridor? some of us are still single, you know.”

“tragic, really,” Sirius replies smoothly, shooting him a mocking look before turning his attention back to you. “what brings you running through the halls for me, love? not that I’m complaining.”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics but smile anyway. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“miss me that much?” he teases, but before you can shove him playfully, Peter grins and chimes in, “so, big day tomorrow, huh?”

it takes you a second to realise what he means.

Valentine’s Day.

Sirius makes a thoughtful hum, as if just remembering. then, his grin sharpens. “oh, yes, I’m very excited.”

your heart flutters at the confirmation. you’d been planning everything for weeks now—choosing the perfect spots, thinking of little surprises—because for once, you wanted to be the one who set up something special. Sirius had a habit of sweeping you away on unexpected adventures, and while you loved it, you wanted to give him that feeling this time.

he already knew, of course. you had mentioned it at least a dozen times, and while he pretended to be mysterious about what he expected, you could tell he was genuinely curious.

“oh, you should be,” you say, grinning up at him. “I’ve got something really special planned.”

“do I get a hint?”

“nope,” you reply smugly.

Sirius pouts dramatically, but there’s undeniable excitement in his eyes.

James groans. “Merlin, you two are disgustingly adorable.”

“jealous, Potter?” Sirius quips, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “come, love, let’s leave the lonely ones to sulk.”

with a wink to his friends, he steers you down the corridor, and a warmth spreads through you. tomorrow was going to be perfect.

the morning of Valentine’s Day starts just as you imagined.

you wake up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, barely able to sit still as you get ready. you take your time, choosing an outfit you know Sirius will love, fixing your hair just right. he was always the one planning these things—whisking you off on wild, spontaneous dates, making every moment feel like an adventure. but today was different. today was yours to plan, and you wanted it to be special.

you glance at the clock. 11:15 a.m. still plenty of time before you meet Sirius at noon.

you’re just about to put on your shoes when the conversation reaches your ears.

it’s coming from the other side of the dormitory door—muffled voices of a few students chatting in the corridor. you don’t think much of it at first, until you hear his name.

“honestly, it’s just so Sirius,” one girl says with a laugh.

“I know, right?” another chimes in. “imagine dating someone just to piss off your family. classic rebellion move.”

your hands freeze mid-motion.

“I still can’t believe he actually went through with it,” the first voice continues. “dating a Muggle-born just to make a statement—like, that poor girl probably thinks he’s serious about her.”

the laugh that follows makes your stomach twist.

they’re not talking about you. they can’t be.

right?

your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you force yourself to move, stepping towards the door and slowly pulling it open. the corridor is already clearing, but you catch sight of two girls disappearing around the corner, still talking.

you don’t chase after them. you don’t even know what you’d say.

because suddenly, memories start rushing back.

Sirius was always so public about your relationship. the way he’d sling an arm around you in the Great Hall, kiss you in the middle of the corridor without a care, loudly declare how much he adored you in front of anyone who’d listen. It never seemed strange before—it was just him. bold. reckless. Infatuated.

but what if it was something else?

what if, in the beginning, you were never anything more than a way to get under his family's skin?

the thought makes your stomach churn.

you want to believe that it’s not true, that you’re overthinking, but the seed of doubt has already been planted. because now, every grand gesture, every public display of affection feels like something you have to question.

is he still using you?

you don’t know what to do.

all you know is that in forty-five minutes, you’re supposed to meet Sirius for what was supposed to be the perfect date.

and you have no idea how you’re going to get through it.

Sirius is already waiting for you when you reach the meeting spot near the castle gates.

the moment he sees you, his face lights up. “there’s my gorgeous girl,” he says smoothly, pulling you into his arms before you can react. he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, murmuring, “happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”

you force a smile, hoping he doesn’t feel how stiff you are. “happy Valentine’s Day.”

his brows furrow slightly, like he notices something’s off, but then he grins again. “come on, I can’t wait to see what you’ve planned.”

you nod, trying to shake the uneasy feeling.

the first part of the date goes mostly as planned. you walk through Hogsmeade, stopping by Honeydukes for sweets, sharing a Butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. Sirius makes jokes, teases you, does all the little things that normally make you melt. and you try—you really try—to enjoy it.

but your mind won’t stop replaying the conversation from earlier.

at some point, Sirius notices.

“alright, what’s going on?” he asks suddenly as you walk down the street.

your stomach clenches. “what do you mean?”

he gives you a look. “you’re quiet. you keep spacing out. and, frankly, love, you look like you’re trying very hard to pretend everything’s fine.”

you should have known you couldn’t fool him.

you take a breath, suddenly feeling like your heart is in your throat. “Sirius, can I ask you something?”

his expression turns more serious. “of course.”

you hesitate, and he notices—his hand squeezing yours gently in reassurance.

that only makes it worse.

you take the plunge. “did you… did you ask me out just to piss off your family?”

the second the words leave your mouth, you feel him stiffen beside you.

he doesn’t answer straight away.

and that silence alone tells you everything.

your stomach twists. “so it’s true.”

Sirius’s grip on your hand tightens. “no—well, technically—” he stops himself, dragging a hand through his hair, clearly struggling for words. “love, listen—yeah, maybe in the very beginning it was like that, but—”

you close your eyes. “I knew it.”

“wait, no—you don’t understand. that’s not what this is anymore—”

you pull your hand from his. “how am I supposed to believe that?”

Sirius looks frustrated—desperate, even. “because it’s the truth!”

but you’re tired. tired of wondering if the love he showers you with is just another form of rebellion.

you take a shaky breath. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.��

Sirius goes still. “what?”

your throat burns, but you step back. “I just… I can’t do this, Sirius.”

then you turn, walking away before he can say anything else.

you hear him call your name, but you don’t stop.

you don’t look back.

#✒ ᝰ.ᐟ #harry potter #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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yoonia · 1 year ago

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A Christmas Fix | kth (teaser)

⤑ Summary | One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

⤑ Title | A Christmas Fix

⤑ Pairings | Taehyung x female reader

⤑ Ratings & Genre | +18 / M for Mature; Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au

⤑ Word count | estimated: 30k 45k 50k words; teaser: 1,403 words | writing progress per Jan 31st, 2024: posted!

Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration

Beautiful banner by @kithtaehyung

“Seriously, baby,” you whisper to the non-existent bump under your sweater, “Please take it easy, will you? I’m really struggling here, and you’re not making things easy for me. Trust me, it would be too soon for everyone to find out about you. At least wait until we can find a clue about your Dad, okay?”

As if the baby inside you is listening, even if it is still barely a fetus at this point, your body grows calmer and the nausea slowly wanes.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper to your stomach once again before finally focusing on the stove and the oven, deliberately taking your time with what you do just so you can have a reason not to join the dramatic reunion happening right this minute.

From this side of the kitchen, the front door isn’t completely visible. But you can hear everything as the door opens and your stepfather joyfully welcomes his daughter.

Hearing his voice makes you smile. You may have had a tumultuous relationship with your stepsister, but the same cannot be said with your stepfather. Cliff has always been a great role model, and your relationship with him has always been great from the start.

It makes you feel guilty when you think about the previous encounters where you and your stepsister simply gave each other cold shoulders or when you were met with altercations just because of how different the two of you are. But there is no helping it. Nothing has changed over the years no matter how hard you tried. Not even once you have become adults.

You can’t even remember how it first started. And frankly, you no longer care. Last year’s incident was already enough to let you know that the sisterhood that your parents have been forcing you into was beyond saving.

The voices coming from the front door continue for a moment longer. This time, you get to hear your mother’s voice joining in the conversation and Alia's soft voice answering her questions. You make no effort to listen to what they are saying and tune out their voices, until your mother’s voice calls out to you.

“______, your sister is here. Come and say hi.”

Your mother’s words make you stop. Slowly, you turn down the heat on the stove and turn to make your way towards the front door to join the family reunion.

“It’s stepsister,” you mutter under your breath as you drag your feet, taking your sweet time while you try to compose yourself before having to face the unwanted guests.

As you turn around the corner, merely moments before the front door finally comes into view, you get to hear another voice speaking. The voice that you couldn’t clearly hear from the kitchen while you were tuning their conversation out.

“I’m sorry for intruding. But thank you for having me here.”

That voice.

You immediately come to a halt. An uneasy feeling runs through your body when you realise that you recognise this voice and have grown to know it quite well.

There is no mistaking it. You may not have gotten his full name on the night you met, and his face has somewhat become a faint mirage in your dreams at night whenever you are taken back to the night of your hookup.

But you cannot say the same about his voice.

That deep and gentle voice will always be engraved in your memory. Even now, the only thing you would need to do is close your eyes and listen, and allow the voice to take you back to that specific night once more, where he used this voice to say sinful words that you could feel caressing your fragile heart while he was bringing you to the peak of pleasure.

And now you are hearing that voice here, at your home, idly chatting with your mother by the front door.

“_______, are you coming?” your mother calls again, and you know that there is no avoiding it. You have to face reality, even if that means you must come face to face with the man who is responsible for placing you in this situation.

Tamping down the rush of nerves going through your body, you slowly march ahead. Bracing yourself as you turn around the corner and enter the living room where everyone is currently gathering in.

Your eyes fall on your stepsister first.

Alia has always looked so vibrant and beautiful, drawing all kinds of attention from everyone in the room when she is present. Yet when you look at her now, there seems to be a new kind of light emerging from her. Even her smile seems brighter as she chats along with your stepfather.

And you soon realise the reason why she is shining brightly today as you turn your gaze to look at the person standing beside her. To finally see him.

He looks just like how you remember him. Tall and lean, with his arms and chest filling up his sweater. He has his hair falling over a part of his face, just enough of a mess that seems as if he has been running his fingers through the wavy strands. As he converses with your mother, he shows his boxy grin that seems familiar to your eyes.

Too familiar.

Because it looks just the same as the wide grin that was teasing and flirting with you on one eventful night at the transit hotel weeks ago.

No. That can’t be.

The baby’s daddy is here. The man who you were planning to look for once you return to the city.

He is here, today, appearing at the front door of your parents’ home together with your stepsister. His long fingers that had once entangled between the strands of your hair are now entwined with your stepsister’s dainty fingers. And there is no mistaking the matching couple rings that are glowing under the sunlight coming from their entwined hands.

Before you get the chance to process what is happening, you hear him introducing himself to your stepfather, “It’s good to see you, Sir. My name is Taehyung.”

No.

You stifle a gasp. It feels like you have been sucker-punched right in the chest that you can barely breathe.

Taehyung, you wonder. Tae?

All of a sudden, you feel as if the ground beneath your feet is spinning. And since you seem to have lost the ability to move your feet, the only thing you can do to stop yourself from falling is to clench your hands tightly by your side. Tight enough to feel pain as your nails are sinking into your palms, convincing you that this is not a dream.

Yet you are still in denial as you watch the interaction happening right before your eyes. Because there is no way this is happening. There is no possible way that it is truly him.

Please. Please don’t let it be him.

It must have been your mind playing tricks on you. Because there is no way that he is here. Not as your stepsister’s new boyfriend.

This must be a mistake. Yes, you are probably confused and all the thoughts of finding your baby daddy are messing up with your head, forcing you to believe that your stepsister’s new boyfriend is your mysterious baby daddy. The fact that they have the same name must have been pure coincidence.

For once in your life, you don’t want to be right. You have to be wrong.

Please tell me that it’s not him.

Just then, as if life was listening to your prayers, as if life has yet to have enough of its games to play around with your heart, the man turns his gaze away from your parents. And those pretty eyes land on you.

As if there is a switch turned, the brightness in his gaze fades. His beautiful eyes are filled with recognition. It is so subtle that you are quite sure that nobody else around you notices it, but it is enough to let you know that your memories have been right all along.

Because those are the same eyes that you saw looking back at you with pure lust and sin while he was bringing you wanton pleasure, when you made love as if both of you had been under a spell, right on the very night that may have changed your fate forever.

Fuck.

Me.

Coming soon (hopefully) this month! Join taglist here!

#misc: fic teaser #coming soon!#taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenario #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader

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halevetica · 27 days ago

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So I have seen a lot of writers disheartened lately. So I think we all deserve some shameless self promotion.

First, post your top 5(or less) fics. The ones read most, loved most etc. Remember to link to the fic in case it catches someone's attention!

Mine are:

I would fake forever with you - Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That's why he moved to Seattle. Now he's got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek's overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek's boyfriend.

Like it or Not -Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him.

But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

Leave me in ruins -Derek finds himself in a difficult spot when he mistakenly sleeps with Stiles. The two agree to forget it but Derek can't.

Before long, its becoming a regular thing, now Derek has to deal with the issue of falling even more for Stiles or losing him all together.

Stiles never dreamed of waking up next to Derek, but it's now a regular thing. However, he has to keep his emotions in check so Derek doesn't realize how he truly feels all while keeping their 'relationship' a secret from the pack and fighting the new big bad in town.

Same old Song and Dance - Raised in the hunter life after his father was killed, Stiles hates werewolves. So when he lands a contract to kill the alpha of the pack that killed his father, he's elated. Until he runs into complications. The alpha is smart and strong and playing a game Stiles can't figure out. When secrets are revealed and new enemies made, Stiles must decide for himself what side he's on and who he can trust.

For the love of chaos -When a triskelion appears on Stiles' skin one day, he's perplexed to find out that it means he's destined to be an emissary, but not just any emissary, the emissary of the alpha who's mark he bears, Derek Hale. The only problem is, he hardly knows the guy and doesn't trust him.

Stiles keeps the mark a secret, hoping to prevent the inevitable.

Meanwhile Derek is fighting a battle he can't hope to win and finds himself being drawn to the spastic human that reminds him too much of a past he'd rather forget.

Now your 5 least popular

Scar Tissue -Derek hasn't worked with a partner in years, it's easier to keep his secret if he's alone. However, a new case against a family he's been wanting to take down falls into his lap, only it comes with a catch, he must accept a new partner. He doesn't know if he can work with someone again. But he's desperate to take down the family that took everything from him. All he has to do is keep his new partner in the dark. But what if his new partner has a secret of his own?

Forget me Not -When Derek gets a call that Stiles has been found unconscious in the woods, he rushes to the hospital only to find the man he loves more than anything doesn't remember who he is. What's worse is it seems to have been an attack, one Derek could have prevented if only he'd listened to Stiles.

Tangled Crowns -Flattery. Derek's life is full of it. Fake smiles, fake compliments, fake people. It's exhausting.

Desperate for a night away from the high expectations and rigid life of royalty, Derek escapes to a small tavern where he meets a sweet, attractive, genuine man who only gives him the name "Mischief". He has Derek swooning by the end of the night, and Derek doesn't swoon. Their night together, the first and only real connection Derek has had in years, if not his whole life, ends too soon, and he must return to his responsibilities.

Stiles isn't ready to give up on the mysterious, handsome "Samuel" that he met in the tavern, convinced they have a connection. He finds himself risking family secrets and even the peace of his own kingdom just to keep that connection even when it seems impossible.

As circumstances force them together despite betrayal and aching hearts on both sides, Derek must fight both his heart and Stiles while Stiles struggles to prove to Derek that everything between them is real.

Shatter My Reality -Months after the nogitsune, Stiles starts to see his own face around town. He dismisses it as PTSD. That is, until Lydia starts having a feeling that Stiles is going to die. As the pack scramble to find out what is going on, Stiles is forced to face a ghost from a past he didn't know he had and a future that seems to threaten his place in the pack.

Wake up - When Stiles starts having strange dreams that start to meld with his reality, he can't tell if he's losing his mind or not and he begins to pull away from the pack in order to keep it from them. Luckily Derek and Scott are too concerned with the newest threat in town to worry too much with Stiles, at first. But as Stiles gets worse he can only keep hiding the truth from those closest to him for so long.

Tag anyone you think might enjoy this! @raisesomehale @evanesdust @jos-corner-of-the-world @hedwig221b @mcdannoangelwolf @wanderingcas

#sterek #fanfiction #shameless self promotion #sterek fic

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easy-there-leftovers · 11 months ago

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Magnum Opus Ch. 2

When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes.(Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 2.6k words

Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.

Also on Ao3!!

Series Masterlist

“Anything new?” Rossi asked as he and Prentiss returned from the crime scene, making his way into the space the MPDC made for the BAU. Surveying the area as he does before stopping abruptly.

“Forensics are running tests on her stuff. She brought everything in. Apparently she didn’t know anything about the murders before we interrogated her.” Morgan shifts his weight from leaning against a desk to approaching JJ who motions for his help across and out of the room.

“And she’s here with us in the room, why?”

Hotch feels the scrutiny of his friend’s eyes, so he turns his sight away from where you and Reid stood.

“Reid doesn’t think she fits the profile and wants her insight on the case. I trust his judgment, so I allowed it.”

“You said that?” Emily asks with furrowed brows.

“Well, non-verbatim, I said that her knowledge on–”

“And you allowed our prime suspect to help with a case?” The unit chief sighs when Dave interrupts Reid but stays firm.

“I don’t enjoy the idea of it either, but she’s the only lead we have.”

Rossi shrugs, but keeps a watchful eye on the young pair. Only turning away when Emily starts to debrief the earlier crime scene.

She recounts that they had found Jonathan Edwards’ body, aged 28, seated on the previous apartment owner’s couch. One hand across his chest, and the other placed on his lap. A pose that they assume was the closest their unsub could get to mirroring the man in the painting.

Same M.O. Cleaned wounds, no IDs, sharply dressed.

The dark haired woman adds the pictures of the crime scene to the growing collage on the board.

Seeing all of this was like a backstage view, which excited you! But knowing that your work might have inspired someone to kill? Not so much.

“When you look at the victimolgy, there are no obvious links. Their occupation, race, and gender are all different. Our unsub here seems mission oriented, only targeting people that bear a striking resemblance to Dr. L/n’s subjects and murdering them in their own homes…”

You sigh as Spencer continues, eyes searching though the unsettling images.

“They’re someone that the victims might’ve been interested in. Someone that could contact them or schedule to meet in a formal setting. The victims weren’t reported missing until they didn’t show up for work, suggesting that they had met in private on their off hours. They’re also highly educated, likely with a background in chemical engineering or a related field with permission to operate in a lab. Or at least a private space like one. This level of intelligence is evident in the precision the bodies were handled with and the synthesized 5-durastelene in the paint.”

“So we’re looking for someone who is charismatic, well connected, and had access to a lab at some point.” Emily simplifies.

“Their area of activity is concentrated in the east.” You mention, looking at the map and noticing the pattern of the bodies’ location as it crosses three states. “That’s probably their comfort zone. They either live there or are stationed there for their job.”

You assess the distance. “Assuming the place those three were killed and the place they were found are different, he must be comfortable traveling with a body.”

He shifts his focus from the board to you, but you keep your vision stationary. “Do you know anyone like that? Someone from there that you’d be on unfriendly terms with? A colleague, a mentor?”

Well that caught your attention.

“...You think they’re trying to incriminate me?” You feel the space between your brows twitch when you ask. Still staring at the map.

He frowns a little at that and responds. “Do you think they’re not?”

“Well–” You start, but then feel nervous feeling all the attention on you. You’re a little overwhelmed, but press on anyway. “I’m not saying that, it just—seems like a few ‘why’s’ are missing.”

Why bother adding a painting? Why bother even making them? Why bother mixing durastelene, a compound that would definitely alter the paint’s integrity given its properties, to replicate something the public wouldn’t even know you made? All questions you asked with a more steady tone.

“Let’s not get carried away, kid. We’re trying to see the big picture first.” The senior in the room says.

Picking at the skin of your lips, you acquiesce and turn to finally look at Spencer.

Spencer feels his eyes flick to your fingers first then to your eyes. “I think they’re trying to send you a message.”

He looks back to the pictures of your paintings on the scene. Trying to see if he’s missed something.

“They might believe that by recreating your work, they’re challenging you– establishing a level of superiority. You said that no one should have access to your paintings, so this must have been someone that once knew you intimately and is now mocking you to make a point. It’s not just about incrimination—they’re trying to reach out to you.”

You feel the space between your brows twitch again.

You can think of a few people who might dislike you; competition is expected in the academic world. But the obvious signs of fixation on you suggests two possibilities: you're either being seen as a rival or as an idol.

It’s unlikely that anyone sees an unemployed PhD student with burn-out syndrome as a worthy rival.

And something tells you that if they really wanted to place the blame on you, they wouldn’t go this far, in this way.

They might as well have left a note with your name on it and that would’ve been more believable.

Then again, you could just be wrong

You’re in a room full of professionals. You’re speculating based off of a theory that might not be applicable to your situation due to a variety of factors. There’s a reason this is their job and not yours.

You take this thought in stride with a deep intake of breath and now slackened shoulders before responding with a careful nod.

“If that’s the case, then I think it’ll be a little hard to find someone that meets the criteria. I didn’t really have friends when I graduated from MIT, and even if I did, they wouldn’t know about my art—not because I kept it hidden–! It’s only because I started painting when I left.”

The team looked a bit sad at the revelation of your almost non-existent social circle, but quickly acted like what you said was normal.

“Let’s focus on anyone that you had worked closely with then.” You nod at that and start discussing possibilities.

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Spencer is thankful for Hotch’s suggestion as it diverts the earlier attention away from him. He wouldn’t have minded it at any other time if he wasn’t too preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Thoughts of you with regards to the case, he finds himself justifying to no one in particular.

Everyone has tells. A gesture, a change in posture, nonverbal cues that give someone away. They’re hard to hide because it's in human nature to have them. Trying to keep them hidden is essentially like holding your breath. Suspending the inevitable will only make the tells much more noticeable.

And you don’t seem to be doing that.

On the contrary, it’s the presence of your micro reactions that are throwing him off. He has noticed five pauses, four instances of rapid eye movement, three tonal deviations, two quirks in your glabella, and now your previously leveled shoulders have dropped.

Maybe it’s because he’s spent a lot of time with people who try to hide them, but seeing an overwhelming amount of tells manifest in you has him scrambling to figure out what each one means.

Within the two hours and 33 minutes that have passed since he was allowed into your home, the only thing he’s found out about you through your interactions is that you’re disorganized, you’re insecure about your intelligence, and that you don’t like being called doctor.

All superficial quirks. Two hours is too long a time for him to have only figured three things out.

He’s missing something. Or maybe he’s not looking at it from the right angle.

Before he can think more on the matter, his mind refocuses on the team.

Penelope had called them to say that she had gone through lists of attendees from all the conferences you’ve spoken at, both private and open-house events, at Aaron Hotchner’s request.

“I was able to pick out a few names that are poking around here and there, but I’m going to need a little more than that, my dear comrades! Sifting through names of geeks isn't really my favorite pastime.”

“Pen, narrow down the list to names from MIT. We’re looking for a student from the Chemistry programs or a lecturer that might have access to a lab.” Emily supplied, leaning onto the table where the blonde was on screen.

“Doing just that and—oh! Would you look at that! Looks like the tools aren’t as diligent as they claim to be.” The mocking tone in her voice causes a small smile to creep on your face.

“Caltech?” The bubbly woman snorts at that.

“Anyone in their right mind knows it’s the superior choice! Tech geeks hate MIT.”

“Don’t let our tools hear you then, we have a history of going nuclear.” That certainly earned you a giggle from the woman on the other end.

“There’s a sense of humor I can get behind! We–”

“Garica, focus.” Hotch said with urgency.

“Yes–I will! I am! So focused in fact that I’ve got a few names, but only one is super consistent—Lecturer Dr. Annaliese Andrews! Looking up this nerd as we speak and—!”

You all heard the hitch in her breath.

“Oh no….”

“Garcia, what did you find?”

The BAU and you were silent for a moment before Penelope composed herself. “Dr. Andrews owned a lab near the Charles’ river.”

She shows its location on screen and a picture of your mentor, Dr. Andrews with a notebook in hand, posed in front of it. The picture was from her social media update, and it couldn’t have been taken more than a year or two ago.

“She built it herself in the 80’s and maybe she wasn’t keeping up with safety protocols but eventually a fire broke out, and she–” Then you see a news headline of the same lab on fire.

“How long ago was this?” Hotch demanded. This got the attention of everyone in the room.

“Uh,” Penelope sat in her office, frantically typing until an article showed up. “This happened around nine months ago, but it says here that her next of kin decided to keep the property.”

They’ve found a stressor.

“That’s impossible.” You countered. “Dr. Andrews had no family. No husband, no kids.”

“Who is the property under now?” Rossi pressed.

Muttering under her breath, she continues to search.

“Says here a month later, a workshop was built right where the lab was– Aha! It’s under 35 year old Liam Turner, freelance photographer. He’s got a studio on Bay State Road.”

Penelope pulls up an image of an almost unremarkable looking man on screen along with a scan of his BA in Visual Studies from Harvard.

“What the hell…” You don’t recognize this guy at all.

“Do you know him?” Hotch asks and you say no with a shake of your head and upturned brows.

“Right now, I’m not seeing a connection between these two either—anything you guys can give me?”

You want to interject. Something about him seems familiar, but you don’t recognize him from anywhere.

You want to ask— no–it wouldn’t be your right. They can figure this out themselves and you're still a suspect! Besides, you’re not even sure if–

“Do you want to say something, Y/n?”

Your head shoots to the voice and you see Spencer staring back at you. Mouth slightly open which lets you know the question probably came from.

Maybe it’s because he used your given name, maybe it’s the heavy feeling in your stomach. But regardless, his question certainly makes space for you to voice your thoughts as the room awaits your reply.

You feel your shoulders tense as you speak. “Was his name in the list of attendees?”

Garcia checks quickly but she shakes her head to say no. You thought so.

You ask a different question. “Then uh, can you pull up surveillance footage at any of the conferences?”

She does just that and presents a split-screen video from a month before you graduated. One camera was stationed at the back of the room, and the other overhead from where you stood. She speeds it up as the team watches not much movement until Spencer points something out with a start.

He gestures to the upper right corner where a lone camera man stands on the side, and asks their tech analyst to zoom in.

There lied the face of the man from earlier search with a camera in hand. The thing that makes him special though, Spencer says, is that based on the angle he was holding the lens at, he was focusing only on you and not on your projection.

“He was in the room, but not in the list.” He furrowed his brows.

You shook your head. “He probably wasn’t an official attendee, someone that a lecturer could’ve requested the assistance of last minute— anyways, can we see where the pictures he took were used? Like articles, tabloids?”

“Absolutely, just give me a second…” You all watch a bunch of sites pop up as Garcia combs through anything that may be related.

In no time however, she comes across a website.

There on the screen, for all of the team to see, was a blog, or maybe a portfolio, that had snippets from interviews, headlines, and pictures that featured you. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it looks like any image of you that would show up if you were googled were credited under him.

Conferences. Campus surveys. Even candid conversation with school representatives.

Penelope digs deeper until she finds the first upload. A picture of a sunset taken somewhere on a bridge with a notebook and pen on its ledge. Though it might not have been enough for most people to recognize, Spencer notices it immediately.

“Garcia, can you pull up the picture of Dr. Andrews with her lab?”

She does just that and he only needs one look before he turns to address his colleagues. “The notebook is the same! His initials, ‘L.T.’ are on her notebook cover, and this picture!”

And as much as you wished you could sympathize with Spencer’s excitement, you were feeling very overwhelmed at the moment.

Case and point; first you find out your mentor is dead, then you find out you have a stalker that possibly hates your guts. Find out that said stalker may or may not be related to said mentor, who may or may not hate you, and now you have to digest the possibility of him being a murderer as some sort of vengeance arc?

You shake the thought away.

The tie between him and the victims is still something you don’t get. Clean wounds, no IDs, sharply dressed.

So you ask.

“Any chance the victims visited Turner’s studio before they disappeared?”

Analog photo developers have no problem working with a lot of chemicals, and IDs are commonly taken for legal confirmation, you share with the team. The only reason they’d be dressed like that was if–

“They—-all booked an appointment with him.”

You almost regret asking.

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During one of their visits to the Dark World, Kris and Susie find that two humans had mysteriously appeared from seemingly nowhere. Unsure of what else to do, Kris beings them back to Hometown to figure out who they are, where they came from, and more importantly, why they were covered in dust. With nowhere else to go, the two are essentially adopted into the Dreemurr family until they can figure out how to get back home.

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 months ago

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Christmas in Jackson - Chapter 7

Summary: Joel grows incredibly attached to Y/N and panics that he may not be good enough for her. Through his worries, the two of them grow closer and share their second date.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC), Tommy Miller, Maria Miller, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61159651/chapters/160286590

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Negative Thoughts, Extensive Touching, Naked Cuddling, Smut, Oral, Unprotected P in V, etc.

Notes: I feel weird updating this when it's way past Christmas, but hey! At least I started it before Christmas lol! Thanks to those of you that read! I already have the next chapter done and ready to go up, I'm just going to give it a few days. If you'd like to read previous chapters, check them out here.

Last night was very unexpected. After discovering Joel’s broken watch for the first time, Y/N was incredibly close to being thrown out of his home. Yet, somehow, she managed to convince him to let her stay. How she was able to do that surprised even Joel himself. Waking up this morning was confusing for Joel. While he was still in pain, having Y/N sleep in his arms beside him seemed to numb that ache that had lingered for so long. Truthfully? It confused him how fast she was able to come into his life and provide him with some sense of happiness. Someone he had barely known for long was healing him in ways he never knew possible. And that was scary, but he didn’t want to run away from her.

Before they had fallen asleep last night, they just talked. Respecting his boundaries, she never pushed things too far. One thing she never did was let go of his hand, continuing to show him the support that he needed. Eventually they had fallen asleep. No one had ever put up this much effort to want to be near him or fix him. And he understood why. Mess would be an understatement when it came to him. But she saw through that and saw someone broken. Someone who was much like her that needed time to open himself up.

When he woke up, instead of waking her, he just watched her sleep. Even sleeping, she took his breath away. Although he knew she was just as broken and in as much pain as he was, she looked so peaceful. Like in her dreams it was the one escape from reality for her, whereas with him, until she came around, Joel’s dreams were often the scariest place for him.

Stroking his thumb over the back of her hand, Joel cuddled his head in closer to hers. Since the moment he woke up, all he could think about was future scenarios between them in his mind. Where this relationship was headed was a mystery even to himself. All he knew was that he was growing addicted to the way she made him feel. Now that he had it, he was consistently yearning to be near her and touched by her. And then there was that question he hated to ask himself. Was this something that could really work between them? They were two unbelievably broken people that didn’t think very highly of themselves. Yet? The world brought them together. They barely knew one another, but he had connected with her more in the days that she was there than he had anyone in years.

A gnawing thought repeated in his mind when he thought about her though. And that was the idea that he wasn’t good enough for her. Knowing what he did, Joel did consider that his past was way too dark for her. That she deserved someone better than him. Someone who could be endlessly positive for her and uplift her in ways Joel knew that he would never be able to do. At least not immediately. How could someone like her fall for someone like him when he hated himself so much to begin with? Really? He didn’t see what she saw in him.

If things did somehow work between them, there was also the thought of her going home. What would happen when she left Jackson to return to New York City? When he mentioned long distance relationships being nearly impossible, he meant it. They hardly worked out. Especially having her across the country from him. Relationships where two people lived in the same city were hard enough. How was being in a relationship with someone across the country going to work?

Deep down, he knew that he didn’t want to leave her side. She was the first person to bring warmth back into him again. More than anything, he had a need to want to be touched. To be wanted. In her, he found comfort. Most nights were agony for him. Drinking himself to sleep was maybe the only way he could avoid the atrocities that went on in his mind when he slept. Every day was hard. Waking up was miserable for him. But during the two nights she was with him? His nightmares were gone. His sleep was unbroken. While she didn’t erase all the pain he was suffering from, she made him hurt less. She helped him heal in ways he didn’t think were possible.

Lifting up slightly, Joel leaned across the bed and pressed a loving kiss at her forehead. The warmth of his kiss had her breathing growing louder, but she was still sleeping soundly when he pulled back. Carefully he unhooked his fingers from hers and unhurriedly got up from the bed. The last thing that he wanted to do was wake her up. Right now, he just wanted to get a shower in and then maybe make them something for breakfast. Some alone time with the two of them would be good for them. That way they could talk things out and see where they could go from here.

Moving around the room, Joel quietly pushed through his drawers to grab some clothes for after his shower. Once he had everything he needed, he checked on her again to make sure she was okay. Heading into the bathroom, he only partially closed the door not wanting to disrupt her sleep. Stripping down, he turned the shower on and was quick to step inside. Allowing himself to relax beneath the warm water pouring down over his body, he pressed his hands against the wall of the shower and sighed.

Still, his mind was focused solely on her. On how everything inside of him wanted Y/N. Getting her off his mind seemed pretty impossible at this point. What he wanted was consistently fighting with what his brain kept repeating. There was that fear that this wouldn’t work out. And his brain was playing that unbearable thought repeatedly. Trying to convince himself that wasn’t true was hard. For the longest time, he thought he deserved this pain. The ache that lived inside of him for so long.

Breaking him from his own thoughts, Joel heard the sound of the shower door opening. Tensing up, he listened to the sound of it close. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, his head tipped down when he felt hands caressing up over the lengths of his back toward his shoulders. Sighing loudly, he felt the warmth of another body closing the distance between them to join him underneath the spray of the water. His eyes came to a tight close, his breathing becoming broken. Loosely, arms wrapped around his torso hugging him firmly from behind. Tiny kisses were being pressed against his shoulders and it sent chills down his spine.

“What are you doing?” Joel hummed, dropping his arms down to hook his fingers with hers. Bringing her hand up, Joel deposited a kiss at the back of her hand.

“Taking a shower with you,” she alerted him, continuing her kisses.

Considering his options, Joel swallowed down hard and turned to face her. His chest was rising and falling with his breathing growing louder. Letting out a long exhale, Joel noticed her gaze lowered down to get her first glance at his naked body. Not knowing how to respond, he just stood there.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel blurt out, taking the time to do the same as she was him, gazing upon the lengths of her naked form standing before him. Just seeing her like that had his heartbeat quickening inside of his chest. It made his throat go dry. Hearing his compliment made her smile with her eyes raising back up to meet his longing stare. Biting down on his bottom lip, he nervously stepped forward and hooked his arm loosely around her waist. Bringing them together, Joel nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck with her caressing at his shoulders. Their wet skin pressed together and he liked the way it felt. “I’m sorry this wasn’t more romantic.”

“The shower?” she teased him, stroking her fingers at the bottom of his neck.

“Seeing each other naked for the first time,” Joel commented, his head tipping back enough so he could stare down at her. “I know you want something more romantic than this and…”

“I’m the one that came into the shower unannounced,” she reminded him, dragging her fingers through his wet hair. Joel smirked knowing that she was right and he gave her a firm nod. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“In you?” he muttered, his fingertips tracing down the length of her back to settle in right above her bottom. “Never. You’re perfect. You take my breath away.”

How she looked at him when he said that showed that she was impressed with hearing that. It made her smile and he loved seeing her smile. Tipping up on her toes, she placed her hand in over the center of his chest. Meeting her lips in a lingering kiss, Joel felt his breath catch in his throat with her breasts pressing in against his chest when she reached around him for the shampoo.

Opening the bottle, she squeezed some of it into her hand before setting the bottle aside. Reaching up, she started to lather it into his hair eliciting a deep rumble of a laugh from him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m shampooing your hair,” she gave him a weak smile enjoying the laugh that he let out. Mirroring her, Joel did something similar with his forehead pressing to hers afterwards.

Wrapping her up in his arms, Joel pulled her close and let the water spray down in over them to rinse their hair. Burying his head against the side of her neck, Joel sighed loudly and started to speak, “I want you to know that for the first time in a long time, I actually look forward to waking up.”

Pressing her hand in over the center of his chest, she leaned back and met his dark eyes, “I used to get angry every time I would wake up in the morning. Hoping that each day would be my last, but today? I was happy when I opened my eyes and saw that you were there.”

“I know how you feel,” she confessed, lifting up enough to start kissing in over his freckle covered shoulder. Closing his eyes tightly, Joel continued to caress his hands in over her body. What could have been a very sexual experience between them was more so tender and sweet instead. “That’s why I came here.”

“I know,” Joel acknowledged, depositing affectionate kisses at her shoulder and up over the side of her neck. “And that’s what worries me. I’ve never been good at life. I’ve always fucked up and I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you are already hurting.”

“Let’s not worry about the future,” she decided, reaching for the soap. Motioning Joel to turn the other way, she caressed the bar of soap across his chest having his breathing growing louder. “Let’s worry about right now. How we make each other feel in the moment.”

There was so much he could have said and maybe should have said, but she was right. Worrying about the future in a moment like this was silly. For so long he was so worried about the past or the future. Right now? He needed to live in the moment. Together, they lathered the other up in soap, taking their time to touch every part of each other. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t affect him in certain ways and that was becoming fairly evident.

“Sorry,” Joel huffed, attempting to lower his hands to cover himself knowing that his body was showing that this was effecting him more than it maybe should have. “I’m not trying to.”

“I’m not offended,” she assured him with a long exhale, her eyes dropping down and a smirk tugging at her lips. “I find it to be a compliment and I like what I see.”

“Well, I didn’t doubt that,” Joel’s voice deepened causing her to let out an amused laugh at the arrogance that shined through with his comment. Even though Joel was shy and somewhat reserved, he never had a problem stating that he thought he was impressive. “What? I’m not trying to be arrogant…”

“Don’t worry about it,�� she reached for his hands pulling him in closer to her to pepper kisses over his lips. What she didn’t want was him hiding himself from her. “I would be bigheaded too if I looked like you and had that between my legs.”

“Well, at some point you might have it between your legs,” he snickered when she swatted at his chest provoking him to snort and nuzzle his nose in against hers. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve smiled or laughed this much.”

“Hmm…” she hummed, stealing kiss after kiss from his lips. “Then we will just have to keep you smiling and laughing. See how much more we can get you to do it.”

Going to kiss him again, she paused when what sounded like the front door being thrown open downstairs was heard. Her face scrunched up and she looked to Joel with a sense of worry. Instead of being worried, Joel appeared to be annoyed. Groaning out, Joel tipped his head back and rolled his eyes, “It’s Tommy. He never announces himself, he just comes right in. He lives across the street…”

“Across the street?” she mused with Joel dramatically bobbing his head about. Turning off the shower, Joel got out first and then helped her out before wrapping her up in the first towel that he grabbed. The way he held onto her and helped dry her body was very affectionate. “At least we weren’t trying to do something sexual that time.”

“Well before he makes his way up here, I suggest we get dressed because we are naked together,” Joel reminded her with a grunt working to dry his body as fast as he could. Tossing the towel in the hamper, he stumbled to work his way into his clothes. “This is a Tommy thing though. He has no understanding of privacy.”

Grunting, Joel heard the sound of Tommy calling out his name and Joel reached for his shirt to haphazardly put it on, “I’ll go out there. You take your time.”

“Wait,” she called out to him getting Joel to almost trip when he turned on his heel to come back. Moving in, she peppered a few kisses over Joel’s lips pulling forth a small rumble of a growl from him. “I just wanted to do that. You can leave now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, stealing one final kiss. Heading out of the bathroom and down the stairs, Joel heard Tommy going through things in his kitchen. Stepping into the room, Joel paused when Tommy was helping himself to Joel’s coffee machine. “Have you never heard of calling before?”

“I’m just making us some coffee you cranky son bitch,” Tommy huffed, finishing with what he was doing. Putting things back where they went, Tommy turned to face Joel while Joel finished buttoning together his shirt. Folding his arms in front of his chest, Joel leaned back to rest against the wall opposite of Tommy. Waiting, he expected something from his brother who just stared out at him. “I want to drop something by you.”

“You always do,” Joel noted with a scoff, stealing a quick back look to see if that Y/N was moving around the house yet. When he saw nothing he assumed she was still gathering herself in the bathroom. “Make it quick, I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy doing nothin’,” Tommy frowned, waving his hand about like he didn’t believe Joel. “I just wanted to let you know that I invited Y/N to the resort today with us. I know you two had a falling out the other day, but…”

“Tommy,” Joel shook his head, attempting to interrupt his brother but Tommy started moving around the kitchen again searching for something.

“I know Joel, you don’t like me putting my nose in your business and everything, but…” Tommy found a bag of snacks that Joel had put away in one of the cabinets. Instead of asking, Tommy just opened the bag and started eating it. Behind him, Joel could hear movement which meant that Y/N was moving out and about. “I’m just telling you Joel, I think the two of you are good for one another. I know things have been rough when it’s come to your love life, but this girl? I think she’s special.”

“Oh, you do?” Joel’s eyebrow arched in response, his head turning to the side to see that she was approaching the kitchen. Motioning her to wait, Joel knew that Tommy wouldn’t be able to see her and it allowed her to listen to the conversation.

“I really like her Joel. She brings out the best in you,” Tommy admitted with a mouthful of the snack he had stolen from Joel. “You always look so damn grumpy and while I love you big brother, it’s been nice getting a nicer version of you when she’s around.”

“I see,” Joel breathed out, adjusting his positioning with Tommy continuing to ramble on.

“Maria and I really like her,” Tommy stated, shoving his hand back into the bag to grab a handful. Shoving the food into his mouth, Tommy scoffed when Joel’s eyebrows bounced up. “We do! And I think she’s a good influence on you. With some work I think the two of you could really be good for one another.”

“Well Tommy, if you’d let me talk,” Joel began, his hand outstretching toward Y/N hinting to her that he wanted her to join him.

“When you talk nothing good ever really comes from it, I know,” Tommy had set the snack aside, going back to the cabinets to search for some mugs for them with the coffee. “I talked to her yesterday and I just really think she someone that can…”

“Tommy,” Joel exclaimed when she moved in beside him, taking his hand firmly in hers.

“Joel, you just have to stop being stubborn about this. I’m thinking about your wellbeing and hers,” Tommy’s voice got louder evoking an annoyed breath from Joel with Tommy being so oblivious. “She came here looking to feel better and you haven’t been well in a very long time. And who knows? You might end up getting laid if you play your cards right. Her being a doctor and all I’m sure she’d know the best ways to make you come. A lot of the men in town have been talking about what she said that night at the bar and…” Tommy turned on his heel, his dark eyes growing wide when he saw that Joel was standing where he was previously with Y/N beside him. Loudly gulping, Tommy let out a nervous breath and set the mugs aside. “Well shit.”

“You’re good at making an ass of yourself baby brother,” Joel told his brother with an entertained sound, turning his attention to Y/N who was surprised to hear that from Tommy. Especially since Tommy seemed like the innocent one whenever she was around him.

“You both are wet,” Tommy pointed out, his dark eyes gazing between the two of them. After a moment, he snickered and gave them a thumbs up. “Congrats on the sex then?”

“Tommy,” Joel snapped at his little brother glad that she seemed to be amused with Tommy’s antics instead of offended. “We didn’t sleep together.”

“Up all night then?” Tommy responded causing a gasp to fall from Y/N’s throat that turned into an amused bout of laughter. “No offense. I heard what you said at the bar that night from other people. Joel looks better today than he did the last time I saw him and I just thought…”

“Here I was thinking you were innocent,” she used her free hand to place it in over her chest, feigning being offended by what he was saying. “I thought Tommy Miller was the sweet, innocent and pure one.”

“I told you that you were biased because he was nice to you,” Joel brought back something he had said the other night at the bar. “Not that it’s any of your business Tommy, but we haven’t had sex. At all.”

“But you stayed the night,” Tommy confirmed with a big smile seeing the nod that both of them gave him. Grabbing himself a cup of coffee, Tommy returned his attention to them and slurped at his drink. “Tell me everything.”

“I’d rather not,” Joel decided hearing the sound of the door opening again eliciting him to groan out. This unfortunately was normal for him, but he knew that it might be something that made Y/N uncomfortable and that made him nervous. “And there is Maria.”

“I hope you figured something out here because I tried to call the front desk and see how Y/N was honey, but apparently they haven’t seen her since last night,” Maria announced cornering the hallway toward the kitchen. When her sight fell upon Joel and Y/N together, her eyes grew big with a pleasant sense of surprise. “Hey! She’s here.”

“She’s here,” Tommy sounded funny in the way he said it, biting down on his bottom lip when Maria moved into the kitchen with them. “Stayed the night too.”

“Oh!” Maria clearly thought that meant sex and it had Joel embarrassed. Dropping his head down, Joel used his free hand to rub at his messy hair and he muttered a few things under his breath.

“No sex though,” Tommy educated Maria on what he had learned right before she had walked in.

“Tommy!” Joel yelled at him, getting Y/N to giggle at their interaction. Taking the time to gather himself, Joel winced and swallowed down hard. “Now that you both are here, I think it’s a good time to apologize. I reckon I really upset you the other night with my actions and I’m sorry. Congratulations on the baby and I want nothing but the best things for y’all.”

“Told you she was good for him,” Tommy whispered, snickering with the glare that Joel gave him. Approaching Joel, Maria held her arms out and it was the first time Joel let go of Y/N. Hugging Maria, Joel seemed uncomfortable and it was obvious. Even though Joel was an incredibly touch starved person, it was evident he had a hard time being personable with those around him. “I think this is gonna be a beautiful day. Don’t you?”

“You’re pushing it,” Joel warned with a grunt, his face scrunching up with his brother being so over the top about things. Grumbling something under his breath, Joel noticed the amusement in Tommy’s features when Y/N reached up to caress over the center of his shoulders to calm him.

“Does this mean you are going with us today?” Tommy took another long sip of his coffee giving his attention fully to Y/N.

“I thought it stormed last night,” she remembered the snowstorm that had kept her in the city of Jackson, which she was ultimately thankful for. “Doesn’t that mean we should stay in?”

“Ah, that doesn’t mean much,” Maria waved her hand about dismissing her worries about how the streets would be if there was a snowstorm. “The bigger storm is coming tonight. The nice thing about Jackson is that the people here are very good about keeping the streets plowed.”

“I would have to make a trip to the inn because I have nothing here,” she alerted them, looking down to what she was wearing knowing that it was still Joel’s clothes that she was in. “I really don’t even know what I would need to wear to something like that.”

“Well you’re in luck because I have plenty of things across the street at our house that should help you out,” Maria suggested, stepping forward holding her hand out to Y/N who looked to Joel for confirmation.

“If I’m going, you’re going…” he sighed loudly, shrugging his shoulders when he spoke. Accepting Maria’s hand, Joel felt Tommy moving in beside him with Maria heading toward the front door with Y/N at her side.

“I can’t help but notice she’s wearing your clothes,” Tommy noted, clearing his throat with Joel’s head turning ever so slightly. With an arch of his right eyebrow, Tommy took another long sip of his coffee. “So you haven’t had sex, but the two of you have been naked around one another?”

“No one is a better cock block than you little brother,” Joel reached out to pat Tommy firmly on the shoulder. Grunting out, Joel turned on his heel and went to go grab himself some coffee. Hopefully his family didn’t scare Y/N away with them constantly inserting themselves in their lives.

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“You look pale,” Joel commented, stepping beside Y/N while they stood in line to get on the gondola with Tommy and Maria. After Maria helped prepare her for today, they had breakfast together and then met their friends and Maria’s family at the resort. Some of them split up to go skiing or snowboarding, but Joel was aware that she was scared of that so they went in another direction. Reaching out, he placed his hands in over her shoulders feeling her tense beneath his touch. “Trust me, this is fine. It’s not that bad.”

Nothing was said, she just gave him a small nod as he stepped in closer to her from behind. It was freezing today, even with the clothing that Maria had given her. She wasn’t used to spending her time outside in the snow. Especially with how cold it was here. Most of her days were spent inside of a hospital building so this was entirely new for her.

“It will just be the four of us and we all know how you feel about heights,” Joel whispered, caressing at her shoulders trying to calm her down. “It’s never too high from the ground.”

“It just goes up that massive mountain,” she noted provoking a faint laugh to escape Joel’s throat. Stepping in closer, Joel wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck. Chills flooded down her spine with the contrast between the cold air and the warmth of Joel’s breath against her skin. “You have to understand this is very hard for me.”

“These last few days have been nothing but us doing things that are very hard for us,” Joel reminded her, urging her to turn in his arms. Caressing in over her arms, Joel dropped his hands and hooked his gloved fingers with hers. “Everything is going to be fine. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“This is us,” Tommy motioned them forward with Joel urging her onto the gondola with him. While this was her first time and he wanted her sitting on the side where she would see the view of the city going up, he also knew that she wouldn’t want to be near the doors so he positioned her appropriately. Sitting across from them, Maria and Tommy got comfortable. When they got a look at her, it was obvious she was pretty nervous. “This just takes us up to the top of the mountain. There is an area where you can observe things, hang out. You are gonna be okay.”

“Exactly. And if you get too uncomfortable, we can come right back down,” Joel promised, hooking his arm around her shoulders hearing her breathing broken. Almost as if she was trembling but doing her best to hide her fear. “I promise you, we won’t let anything happened to you.”

“If you look, the city looks pretty down below. You’ll get to see how big it actually is,” Maria looked over her shoulder, pointing in the direction of where everything was.

“This was one of my favorite things to do when we first got to town,” Tommy explained noticing that she was hooked on the doors that were still open while the gondola was moving. “They close, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You all are being very nice to me, but I promise you this is not a thing that really calms down for me,” she tensed up when they started going higher up the mountain with the doors coming to a close. Tensing up beneath Joel, she heard his chuckle follow and he hushed her. “I’m sorry, it’s just something that’s always been there.”

“How in God’s name did you end up getting on that plane to get here?” Joel wondered, his head tipping to the side with her so ill at ease beside him. “You’re so afraid of heights, but you managed to get on the plane from New York to get here.”

“I was a mess,” she assured him, trying to dissociate herself from the moment they were in. Even though they were right, it was a very beautiful sight, it was hard for her to really let go of that fear of heights. “There was some medicine involved, that’s for sure.”

“Darlin’,” Joel slurred, his gloved finger curling in underneath her chin to get her to look at him. Having her eyes hooking on his, Joel gave her a confident nod. “We’re just going to take this up and when we get there you and I are going to hang out at the top. Enjoy the views. Then we will get back on and come down. Do some other things and then figure out the rest of our day. Okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Hearing him talking to her like that was nice, but in most cases she would have never put herself in a position like this, “You trust me, right?”

“Yeah?” she swallowed down hard with Joel urging her to rest her head against his shoulder. Having him comforting her like that did calm her slightly while the gondola continued to rise. Tommy and Maria were turned staring down at the city and she could see why someone would like this. It made the world look small. Seeing things from this perspective helped you realize how small you were in such a big world.

Turning her head in closer to Joel, she had kept her eyes closed for a significant amount of the ride up the mountain. Yes, things were beautiful, but she had gotten the view and she felt more comfortable with her eyes closed having Joel holding onto her. Hearing the movement of Tommy and Maria let her know that they had reached the top and she opened her eyes again.

She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous about how high up they were right now, but she just kept her head down and followed Joel off of the gondola. What was nice was that Joel held onto her hand the whole time while he talked his plans out with Maria and Tommy who were headed in another direction.

“Alright, come on,” Joel tugged at her hand, leading her toward an area that felt like an overlook of the town. Stepping toward the edge had her uncomfortable, but Joel hushed her and moved in behind her hooking his arms around her waist. “I’m right here with you. And I won’t let you go. You have to learn to relax.”

“It’s easier said than done,” she pointed out seeing that there were children that had no problem doing what they were doing. They were in awe of the views they were getting, but for her it was a lot harder being able to calm down after a life of having this fear.

“I know,” Joel agreed with her, smiling against the side of her face when she dropped her hands down to grab a hold of his. “Look at it this way, this is our second date, right?”

“Date?” she looked over her shoulder at him, surprised to hear that Joel was confirming anything with them as official. “When was our first?”

“You didn’t think that day with the snowmobiling was our first date?” Joel countered, his face scrunching up with the line at the bridge of his nose becoming more prominent. “I thought that was pretty obvious that it was our first date.”

“So now we’re considering the time that we spend together as dates?” she stammered, her heart skipping a beat at the idea of Joel talking about them in the sense that they were actually doing some kind of dating between the two of them.

“Would you rather me not?” Joel teased with a laugh, shaking his head when he motioned her to follow him over toward an area where no one else was. Lowering down in the snow, Joel motioned her to take a seat with him and when she did he grabbed a hold of her hand again. They were looking out onto the town that seemed so incredibly small from where they were at. “This is nice. Since I moved here, I’ve been the third wheel during the holidays. My brother is always insistent on including me in things, but being the third wheel has never really been fun. I just usually went through the motions.”

“How long have you been here?” she wondered, surprised that Joel was actually opening up to her. Shifting beside her, Joel seemed uncomfortable with the idea of talking about himself and she sighed loudly. “I got on that gondola for you. It’s only right that you start opening up to me.”

“I’ve been here a few years,” Joel responded looking away from her to gaze back over the city again. Staring out at him, she wondered if she would ever be able to learn more about his past. “Tommy was here for a while before I showed up.”

“And you moved from Texas?” she thought back to what she knew about Joel at this point, which really wasn’t that much. Truthfully? She knew more about Tommy, but she knew that she was going to do her best to have Joel open up to her.

“No, I came from Boston,” Joel corrected her, shaking his head and swallowing down hard. “Both Tommy and I left Texas at the same time. We both wanted to start a life somewhere else for a while and we needed some space from one another.”

Well, that was not something that Tommy told her in their time together, “We lived most of our lives in Texas. I was born in Arlington and then we moved to Austin. He traveled for a bit before he ended up here. I ended up in Boston. Now? I’m here.”

“Oh,” she nodded her head about, clearing her throat when she looked back down toward the small town she was staying in. “That was very vague by the way.”

“I’m a very vague kind of person,” Joel explained to her, his dark eyes full of a certain emotion that she couldn’t read. “I don’t know what to tell you Y/N. I’m not exactly the person that wants to be open about my life before I was here. There are several different versions of me, the one I want you to know is the one that is here. The Jackson Joel. Not the Boston or Texas Joel.”

“But the Boston and Texas version of you still made you who you were today,” she reminded Joel with a tight squeeze of her fingers around his. “And I really like the Joel that you are right now. So…”

“Good things didn’t happen in Boston and Texas hun,” Joel’s voice was raspy, his southern drawl growing deeper. “Things that I’m not proud of and things that…really hurt me. I understand that you are going to have a curiosity about it and I don’t blame you, but it’s nothing worth recounting. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered knowing that was Joel’s way of pretty much telling her that he was never going to be open with her about his past. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Joel hushed her, his dark eyes narrowing as he locked his eyes with hers. “I understand that it’s natural to learn more about someone when you first meet them, but my past hurts me. And I don’t want to let it do that when I’m with you. The most I can tell you is that I grew up in Texas. My parents died when I was young. I took care of Tommy and had a lot on my hands. I was married at one point. It didn’t work out. I was a contractor in Texas. I left Texas. Went to Boston to try something new. It didn’t work there either. So I’m here now and I own an inn with my brother.”

Giving a small nod, she cleared her throat and knew that wasn’t very much to know about a person, “Are you a sports fan?”

“I am,” Joel cleared his throat noticing the smirk that tugged at her lips. “I played football when I was younger. I can’t imagine being American and not loving football.”

“Are you a fan of the Texas teams?” she wondered, her eyes gazing upon Joel who huffed. “Because if you are, I feel really bad for you. Those Dallas Cowboys are trash.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Joel held his hand up to hush her, waving his hand and chuckling when he heard her laughing. “I was just starting to like you.”

“I’m just speaking the truth. If the two of us are going to be spending time together, you’re going to have to know my opinion on that team,” she wanted to lighten the mood having Joel smirk when she poked playfully at his ribs. “I will not hold back on ribbing you for your sports teams.”

“Dick,” Joel scoffed under his breath causing the both of them to laugh. Taking a minute to think about things, Joel leaned in to rest his head in against hers. “Thank you for not pushing me. I know that you are curious and I don’t blame you. But there are just parts of me that I don’t like. I want you to see me for me. Not for my past.”

Hearing that made her feel guilty because she was so curious about his life. There was a huge part of Joel’s life that he was keeping from her, but she knew that he didn’t want to be open about it. So she would have to learn to accept what Joel was willing to share with her.

Together they walked around for a while getting to see the sights at the resort. Eventually, Joel convinced her to ride the winter coaster that was there. The idea of riding a roller coaster in the middle of the winter didn’t exactly appeal to her, especially since she was afraid of heights, but Joel insisted that it was something she needed to see.

“It’s not that bad. It’s a single rider. I’ll go either before you or after you. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable. You just sit down, they put a belt on you and then the lever determines how fast or slow you go. Pushing forward makes you go faster, pulling back makes you go slower. The first part is automatic until you get to the top,” Joel went over the process of things with her and she nodded her head. Yeah, she was listening, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared shitless about the idea of this whole thing.

Again, this really wasn’t something that she would eagerly do if she wasn’t with Joel. What she was doing was experiencing these things to appease Joel. Maybe this was for the best for her because Joel was opening her up to things that she wouldn’t usually do. In the last few days she had lived more than she had in the last few years. So that’s why she agreed to do this.

“You can go first,” she pushed Joel in front of her when they got to the front of the line causing both the employee in charge along with Joel to laugh.

“She’s a little nervous,” Joel informed the teen that was helping them with the coaster. “Take care of her, will you?”

“I promise,” the boy assured Joel with a confident nod. He helped Joel get prepared first before heading over to Y/N to lead her to her seat. Helping her get her seatbelt on, he gave her the same instructions that Joel had, but it truthfully didn’t prepare her for this. When it was her turn, the boy gave her a thumbs up and a weak smile. “Hey, look at it this way. If you were to fall off, there is so much snow that you would just fall into the snow. So you’d probably be okay.”

“Oh, well that’s really helpful,” she was sarcastic in her response, but the boy actually thought she was being serious and gave her a big cheesy smile. When she started moving up the track, her whole body tensed but she knew that Joel was right. She needed to learn how to relax. Truthfully, this was pretty loud with the cable pulling her up the track. The one nice thing about Jackson is that everywhere you looked, there was something beautiful to see. So she would have to focus on that part of everything because if she focused on her fear of heights she knew that she would be a mess this whole ride. Really, it wasn’t that fast. It was just the idea of things that made her uneasy. “Shit.”

With every second the ride seemed to get higher and higher up this mountain which made her ill at ease. Joel had told her that it was automatic until it got to the top which meant it had to go up a bit. Right now? She actually felt crazier going on this thing than she did on the gondola. At least on the gondola, they were closed in. Here she was on a track in a single riding cart and she was a mess. With no Joel to try to calm her down.

Thankfully it wasn’t a typical roller coaster that would do crazy movements, but something that just went up the mountain and down with a few circular loops along the way. If there were any parts of a ride that went upside down, she was certain that she would have run away. No matter how much she liked Joel. There were some fears that were just too hard to let go of. Even though Joel had made her do a lot of things that she wouldn’t typically do in the first place.

Trying to focus on the beauty of things, she really couldn’t help but be in awe of the mountains that surrounded her. It really was an amazing sight. If anything, she couldn’t deny the beauty of Jackson. Even if this wasn’t what she was used to.

Finally reaching the top, there was a sign telling the rider to smile for a photo and really, she was clinging so hard to the lever beside her even though it was useless at this point. Smiling wasn’t really something she wanted to do. Instead she gave probably the worst grin of her life hearing that the ride was about to be in her hands instead of automatic.

Pushing the lever forward, she debated whether she wanted to take the ride slow or fast. Fast meant she got it done faster, slow meant it would go on forever. The only rule was that you couldn’t crash into other carts. And right now? No one was around so she would be fine. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid in her mind. The faster she went, the quicker the ride was over and the less she would have to be afraid. The only problem? It went faster than she expected it to.

There were plenty of twists and turns and for someone that liked this kind of thing, it probably would have been a baby ride for them. For her? It had every muscle in her body tensing up. Along with the cold, it brought forth some cramps for her that she honestly wasn’t prepared for, but she kept the lever pushed forward to go faster.

When a steep curve came up, she felt the pit of her stomach sinking with how fast she took it and there was a sense of regret that she chose to go faster rather than slow around the bends. And then there came a bigger drop. With the drop there was another action camera that took a picture of her and really she couldn’t picture what she looked like. She was up higher on the ride, it was going fast and she was uncomfortable. Even if it was beautiful and it was something completely new for her, this wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. Could she get used to it? Maybe, but for her first time, she wasn’t having it.

When she finally reached the end of the ride, she pulled the cart to a stop and was thankful that it was over. Looking to the time she saw that overall the thing was about seven minutes, but truthfully? It felt much longer than that.

Joel was standing by the side waiting for her with a big cheesy smile on his face when she approached him, “That was a lot of fun, right? A rollercoaster in the middle of the winter? I bet you won’t find a lot of things like that in New York.”

“So much fun,” she grunted through a fake smile causing Joel to burst out in laughter because he was picking up on her lack of enthusiasm. “I’m sorry, I’m just a fucking mess when it comes to heights. You have to realize that I like you because I wouldn’t do this for anyone you know.”

“I reckon I acknowledge that,” Joel admitted, wrapping his arm loosely around her shoulders. Leading her into the building where they had the screen of photos from the ride, Joel tried to hold back on his laugh when he saw the photos they took of her. “Oh honey, you can tell that you are absolutely loving it. We should buy these.”

“Don’t,” she warned him, poking him in the ribs when she realized that he was making fun of her. In the photos she looked very tense whereas in Joel’s photos he just looked absolutely ridiculous. Part of her knew that he had acted out in order to make her laugh when they looked at them. “Who knew you had so much personality.”

“Oh, I’m good when you get me going,” Joel pulled her in closer to him to make it easier for him to place a kiss at her temple. “Just wait until you really get to know me.”

Together they did a few more things before meeting up with Maria and Tommy again to have some dinner. With Maria’s family, Tommy was planning on staying at the resort longer so Joel suggested he take Y/N back to the inn, but instead of just going immediately back they went for a walk around town.

“How do you survive in New York City being so afraid of heights?” Joel wondered, pulling her in closer to him while they walked in the snow together. When Tommy told her it was supposed to storm tonight, he wasn’t lying. The snowfall was heavy and even in the small amount of time they had been walking, it was really coming down. “With all those high-rise buildings, I can’t see how you love it there so much.”

“Well, I live in a brownstone which isn’t that tall and I work in a hospital. I don’t have to deal with the tall buildings that much. And when I do? I just don’t approach the windows,” she explained to Joel, her hand pressing in over his abdomen enjoying the closeness of the two of them. Joel had no problem having her near him today and she really liked that he constantly was either holding her hand or having his arm around her. “It’s not so much heights I’m afraid of. I think they are beautiful, but it’s the idea of falling to my death that scares the hell out of me. You aren’t scared of anything?”

“Can’t say that I am,” Joel admitted, thinking about the question and shaking his head. “I don’t mean to sound negative, but when you spend most of your life questioning why you are still here, you don’t really think about dying in a negative light.”

“Well that’s grim,” she frowned, lifting her head up to look up at him with big eyes and he sighed loudly. “I’m sorry life has been that way for you. No one should have to live their life thinking like that. I’m scared of so many things.”

“I guess that’s why we work together. You level out the things that I don’t have,” Joel suggested, pointing in the direction of a small shop. “How about we get some hot chocolate to warm up before heading back toward the inn?”

“Sounds good,” she agreed with him, allowing him to buy her a hot chocolate when he insisted on it. In fact, he was pretty proud of it when he handed it over to her. Continuing their walk, she actually found herself getting used to this place and the simplicity of it. “I was like that for a while.”

“Like what?” Joel huffed after taking a sip of his drink, giving her his full attention when they walked through town square first to get a look at the lights that were up.

“Where I didn’t care about things,” she thought back, tipping her head from side to side. “But then I think I started to panic the more I was around death. When I lost that patient, I think the idea of dying hit me pretty hard because that’s it. Once you’re gone, you’re gone. But I don’t think it really hit me in the right ways because I kept doing what I always did instead of living life.”

Swallowing down hard, Joel felt uncomfortable thinking about his past again, but he just simply nodded not wanting to insert himself into her thoughts, “Being here is the most I’ve lived in a very long time. Even if you are making me do crazy things.”

“They really aren’t that crazy in terms of what you are making them out to be,” Joel teased her, nudging her softly with his hip. An offended breath escaped her making him snicker at the expression she gave him. “I mean it’s really not. That coaster wasn’t much today and the gondola was never that far off the ground. Getting on that airplane to get here had to be scarier. I came here, I know they are smaller. If you stick around here long enough, then you will get used to the minor things.”

That was something she really hadn’t thought about. How long she was going to be spending here. Especially since her job was rather important and she already had people at the hospital trying to contact her about when she was coming back.

“I like how laid back things are here,” she changed the subject finding herself sad at the idea of having to leave Jackson. In the distance there were a few children building a snowman and it made her smile. They were taking advantage of the world around them right now. “Things feel simpler here.”

“That’s why I moved here,” Joel confessed, letting out a long exhale when they made their way out of the town square and started to walk in a different direction to get back to the inn. Passing the large church that they had, she could see that some of the children were together having a snowball fight. “It had my brother, which obviously I wanted to be near, but things move slower here and people care less.”

“Oh, I don’t think people care less. I think they are the type of people that want to know everything,” she interrupted his thought process knowing how singled out she felt when she first came to town. “I’d say people are more eager to get into your business here than they are in New York City.”

“You get what I mean,” Joel grumbled under his breath, stopping for a moment to turn and stare out at her. “Everything moves so fast in the other places. Here, you can take the time to enjoy the little things. Even if I don’t do a whole lot of enjoying things in my life.”

Grunting out, Joel felt a firm smack to the back of his head that was followed by Y/N bursting out in laughter. Reaching back, he realized that he had just been hit with a snowball that someone threw at him. Gazing over his shoulder, Joel noticed one of the children holding onto a snowball and when they saw Joel they swiftly dropped it back onto the ground.

“Oh, uh, hey there Mr. Miller,” the little boy waved his hand in the air nervously with Joel turning to face him. “I didn’t see you there. At all. Are you enjoying your day?”

A moment later another round of snowballs were being thrown at Joel from where he was standing from children that were hiding behind the playground set that they had stopped in front of. Swiftly moving out of the way, she heard Joel scoff when each one of the snowballs hit Joel.

With a hearty laugh, the little boy that had originally caught Joel’s attention ran off and dodged down behind the wooden ship that was built on the playground. It was then she realized a few of them were the children that were in Joel’s class that she had seen him teaching.

“You wanna launch an attack on me?” Joel’s voice changed, his free hand pointing toward the center of his chest. Giving a firm nod, Joel finished off the hot chocolate that he had gotten himself and was quick to throw the cup away. “Alright. You asked for this.”

Reaching down to grab a handful of snow, Joel balled it up and when one of the children popped up to steal a glance Joel threw it at them causing them to burst out in laughter when it hit them. A moment later a bunch of snowballs were being thrown at Joel who was attempting to dodge them.

“Would you help me here? It’s at least eight on one,” Joel scoffed, scrambling to move behind one of the slides that was on the playground for cover. It had been years since she had done anything like this, but she finished off her drink and joined Joel. Hearing the laughter of both Joel and the children was fun while they had this snowball fight. One thing it did was show her a different side to Joel that she didn’t realize was there. A softer, sweeter side to him that was visibly more playful and sillier. Trying to run away, Joel hit a patch of ice that had him slipping and pulling Y/N down in the snow with him. Groaning out, Joel laughed as she landed on top of him. “I think we lost.”

“Safe to assume,” she laughed, dropping her head down in over Joel’s chest when the original boy approached them.

“You okay Mr. Miller? Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he blurt out with Joel bursting out in laughter. Shaking his head, Joel gave him a thumbs up and then the boy went off to continue to play with the other children.

“Nothing like a child making you feel old,” Joel alerted her, exhaling loudly with her tipping back to stare down at him. Even though it was cold, his heart skipped a beat with the way that her hand palmed in over the side of his face. When her eyes narrowed and he felt her sweeping her thumb over his temple, he released a broken breath knowing that’s where one of his scars were.

“It’s okay,” she hushed him, tipping her head to the side allowing him to see that she had a similar type of scar in the area that he did. “I got mine in the crash when I was a kid. I’ve done a lot to try to cover it up, but it’s always there.”

Lifting up, Joel urged her to lean in closer to him so he could press a lingering kiss in over the area where her scar was. Swallowing down hard, her hand pressed in over the center of his chest to brace herself when he dropped his head back into the snow.

“Joel,” she paused, lowering down just enough to hover her lips in over his. A tremoring breath escaped Joel with his eyelids growing heavy. “Do you want to go back to my room with me?”

“Yeah,” Joel decided with a slur, nodding his head with his lips parting. “I do.”

Standing up slowly, she helped him get to his feet and grabbed a hold of his hand leading him back toward the inn. Nervously, Joel followed her through the streets until they reached the inn. Taking the stairs up, she had Joel trailing not far behind her as they made their way toward her suite. Getting into the room made her realize that she was shaking with her trying to get in. By the time she had the door open, Joel was eagerly following her not far behind.

Before she could even get the door closed, Joel was pressing her back against it getting the door to slam shut with the weight of her body falling back. Trapping her between him and the door, Joel’s mouth hovered in over hers before stealing a hungry kiss from her lips. Curling her fingers around the back of Joel’s neck, she whimpered with Joel’s hands cupping her face firmly.

Reaching up, she was eager to push Joel’s thick winter coat from his body hearing the loud thud of it hitting the ground when she managed to get it down. Working with hers had both her and Joel fumbling to get it off when it got stuck near the wrist area. Through kisses, they were both laughing with their troubles but were still so eager to keep kissing one another.

A relieved breath fell from Joel’s lips with a tiny snort when they finally did get the jacket off of her. Tipping her head back allowed Joel’s head to tip to the side with his tongue brushing out between her parted lips. The damp heat caressing in against her tongue sent chills throughout her body. The taste of the hot chocolate still lingered over Joel’s mouth leaving her with a sweet taste that made her smile when they separated.

Motioning her to wait a minute had her gasping with Joel reaching down to help her pull her boots off. It had her clinging to him with both of them laughing as she attempted not to fall. Joel was quick to pull his off as well until she reached for his hand to lead him toward the bedroom. Standing at the center of her bedroom, Joel swallowed down hard when she stepped before him.

There were no words spoken, but Joel let out an anxious breath when she stepped forward and started to unbutton his plaid shirt. Taking her time, she kept her eyes locked on his, enjoying the way his breathing grew louder. Pushing her fingers up underneath the material, she managed to get it down over his arms. Allowing the material to fall from his body, Joel’s eyelids grew heavy with want when he felt her drawing circles over the center of his chest.

Bunching up the material of his t-shirt, she was slow in the way that she pulled it up Joel’s body. What was surprising for Joel was just how much this was effecting him. He was trembling and his breathing was loud. This wasn’t normal for him. Sex was sex. But whatever was going on between them? It was something that he couldn’t quite get his mind wrapped around.

Sucking in a sharp breath of air, Joel tipped his head back when she got his t-shirt up over the center of his chest and started pressing tender kisses at the revealed skin. Lifting his hands, he pressed them in over her hips bringing them closer together. Having her peppering kisses against his chest had chills flooding down his spine. Pushing his fingers up underneath the material of her shirt, Joel’s rough fingertips caressed up the lengths of her back. A gentle tug of his shirt let him know that she wanted him to lift his arms and he obliged. Taking a single step back, he lifted his arms helping her in getting it from his body. As soon as she dropped the material, Joel was quick to do the same with her shirt. Except with hers, the sleeves clung to her arms sticking true to them having troubles getting their clothes off. With an amused sound, Joel managed to finally get it and drop it beside them on the ground.

Stepping forward, Joel’s arm loosely wrapped around her waist to bring her to him again. With his free hand, he curled his finger in underneath her chin to get her to tip her head back. Bringing their lips together in a passionate sweep, Joel didn’t rush this. No, this was something that he wanted to experience in every way. How she reacted to him, it felt incredible. Gradually their kiss grew stronger, the hunger growing with every caress. Nipping faintly at her bottom lip, Joel hummed with her fingers trailing down over the center of his chest toward his lower abdomen. Taking her time, her fingers brushed over his belt and started to undo it. Getting it apart, she locked eyes with Joel wanting to watch him closely. Working on Joel’s pants, she managed to easily get them unhooked and unzipped.

Palming up over his abdomen had Joel’s eyelids getting heavy, his lips parting with his breathing growing louder. Sliding her hands in over Joel’s sides and over his back, she snaked her fingers in underneath the back of his jeans. Pushing at the material, she managed to get them to drop at his ankles. Standing before her in his black boxer briefs, his Adam’s apple bounced in his throat and his long eyelashes fluttered.

Standing before her like this made him feel vulnerable. In that moment she was palming in over the lengths of his body. Focusing solely on him and learning every part of him.

“Come here,” she reached for his hands leading him over toward the bottom of the bed.

Pressing her fingers in at the center of his chest, she had him lowering to sit down on the edge. Stroking her fingers through his dark hair had Joel’s jaw flexing with his breathing becoming broken. Tipping his head back, he felt his heart skip a beat with her dragging her thumb out over his bottom lip. Unhurriedly his touch moved in over her hips, sliding up toward her pants working to get them undone. Lifting up just enough, he started pampering the area right below her bellybutton with wet, lingering kisses. Hearing her gasping had goosebumps developing over his arms. Having his rough facial hair scratching at her flesh drew chills throughout her body that made her smile.

Pulling at the material, Joel assisted in getting her out of the jeans so she didn’t fall with her hand bracing in over his bare shoulder. Licking his lips, Joel felt his throat tensing up with her standing before him. Getting to see her body in this light? It took his breath away. The other night in his work room, the lighting wasn’t great. So in here with the light on? He got to experience so much more of her.

Meeting her stare, Joel turned his head in toward her palm to place a delicate kiss over the center of it. Reaching down, he took his socks off and she did the same leaving the both of them in just their under clothing. She was the first to make a move, leaning forward to brace her hands on the bed beside Joel’s body. Hovering her mouth over his shoulder had him shaking. Starting to deposit small kisses over his skin had his hand settling in over the small of her back. Closing his eyes, Joel didn’t know what it was about this woman that drove him crazy with desire, but she did. As her lips trailed over his collarbone and over the side of his neck, it had him sucking in a sharp breath of air. Every kiss was meticulous having the anticipation growing inside of him.

Sweeping her fingers in over the side of Joel’s neck, she leaned back with a broken breath. Teasing kisses at his bottom lip had him clinging tighter to her with his hands sliding in over her bottom. Giving it a firm squeeze had her mewling out with the sensation of it buzzing against his sensitive bottom lip. Unhurriedly her kisses started to lower down over the center of his chest until she carefully lowered down on her knees before him. Hooking her hands under his knees, she urged his hips to move forward so he could brace his weight back on his hands. Starting at his knees, she took her time caressing up toward Joel’s thighs giving them gentle squeezes.

Leaning forward, she started to press kisses over his lower abdomen near where his scar was. Tender kisses were being pressed over the area. Dropping his hand down, his fingers stroked at the back of her head while she pampered his body with warm kisses. Having her kissing his scar like that was her way of trying to prove to him that even his flaws and imperfections were okay with her. A shuddering breath escaped him with her hand pressing in over the center of his boxer briefs. Flattening her hand out over the length of him had Joel sucking in a sharp breath of air while she continued to pepper kisses over his lower abdomen.

Balancing himself, a grunt fell from his throat with the rubbing of her palm over his manhood through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Each touch had his body growing harder. Every part of him felt like it was on fire when her mouth found its way to the top of his boxer briefs. Sliding her hand up, she leaned back on her knees and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Starting to tug on the material, she gave him a nod and he lifted his hips to help get them from his body.

Swallowing down hard, Joel winced when his erection sprung free from behind the constrictive material. Setting his boxer briefs aside, she slid forward and started pressing faint kisses at Joel’s inner knee. Groaning out, Joel’s head tipped back slightly when her fingers loosely curled around the shaft of his manhood. Biting back a moan, he knew that he still wanted to watch her with her kisses pressing further up his thigh. How she was kissing over the sensitive parts of his body had the anticipation growing. Slow strokes of her palm over his girthy length had Joel’s head dropping down. Nothing was rushed with her sheathing his cock in the warmth of her hand. Licking his lips, Joel’s body tremored with her teasing the flesh over the swollen tip before down again.

Forcing himself to watch her, Joel groaned out when she faintly kissed at the tip having his thighs flex beneath her touch. Extending her tongue out slightly, she dragged her tongue against the ridges of the tip causing him to release a sharp breath. Watching him closely, she was paying attention to how he reacted with every touch. The gentle caress of her palming in over his testicles had his throat tensing up while he stroked at the back of her neck. How quickly she drove him wild with just the slightest touches was shocking to him. The room felt like it was spinning around him with her pressing wet kisses at the swollen tip. Faint strokes of her tongue had his hips arching up involuntarily toward her.

Releasing a raspy moan that was louder than he expected it to be, he felt her fingers curling firmly around his girthy length. Firm, determined strokes over his body had his head dropping down. His heart was pounding inside of his chest with her starting to kiss down over his shaft. It had been a very long time since he had someone do this for him, so he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t driving him mad with yearning for her.

Dragging the warmth of her lips along the length of his manhood had him lifting his hips up toward her. Getting comfortable between his thighs, her eyes locked with his while she took her time stroking her fingers up over the length of his erection before down again. Wetting her lips, she pressed in just enough to bring the tip of his cock to them. Kissing at the sensitive flesh first, she allowed each caress to grow more intense. Every movement having her tongue flicking out just that much more, teasing at the underside near the frenulum.

Moaning out, Joel finger’s stretched out as he caressed at her shoulder. By the time she finally took him between her lips, he was a mess. Ready to fall apart with the warmth of her mouth taking him in. Every motion she made over him was meticulous using her hands, her mouth and her tongue in unison to draw out his pleasure. At first she just focused on the first few inches. Dropping her head down before lazily drawing her head back allowing her tongue to lap at his body on the way back. All the while her hand was moving in the same tempo along with her mouth.

Watching her pleasure him was a gift in itself because he could tell that she actually wanted to see him in the moment. It wasn’t something to just do, she wanted to experience his pleasure and see what she was doing to him. Part of him wanted to drop back and let her have her way with him, but he knew that he wanted to see all of this.

Stretching his fingers out against the back of her head, he panted and licked his lips as she started to take more of him into her mouth. There was a fire building up inside of his belly with how dedicated she was to pleasuring him. Some women rushed this kind of thing. She didn’t and that turned him on so incredibly much.

“That feels so good,” Joel commented, praising her with what she was doing. Typically, this wasn’t like him, but a lot of this wasn’t normal for him. Slurring words of appreciation, Joel huffed out when he felt his body shaking beneath her. “Stop, stop.”

A wet sound surrounded them with her unhurriedly pulling her lips from his length. Looking up at him with worried eyes, she continued to pump her hand over his body using her saliva to coat his cock in it. Hissing out, Joel knew that he wanted her to keep going, but at the same time, he wanted this to be something more.

“Stand up,” he requested of her with a loud gulping sound that elicited a tiny smile from her. With a nod, she released his body provoking him to grunt. Being careful in the way that she stood up had Joel huffing out with his erection twitching wanting to have the warmth of her mouth going back to doing what it was. Cussing to himself, Joel sat up straighter at the edge of the bed and wiggled his fingers at her. “Come here darlin’.”

Doing as she was told, she stepped forward before him. Gazing up at her with his chocolate-colored eyes, Joel’s hands grasped at her hips. Sliding them up had her tremoring before he caressed them down over her body again. Starting to pamper her abdomen with kisses, Joel listened to the sounds that she was making. Her fingers sank into his hair with him nibbling at her flesh.

Lifting his hands, he hooked them into the material of her panties and tipped his head back to stare up at her as he started to work them down her legs. Helping her step out of them had him offering up a tiny smirk with him dragging his bottom lip up over the inside of her thigh.

“You are so beautiful,” he slurred, reaching around to palm in over her bottom. Noticing the way that she was trying to hide that she was shaking caused him to smile. Hell, he was having that problem earlier too. It was good to know that he did the same thing to her. Testing her flesh in his grasp, Joel hummed and then loosely wrapped his left arm around her hips to pull her closer. Bringing his fingers up to his lips, Joel’s tongue lapped at his fingertips with a hum. Lifting them, he dragged a line over the length of her sex having her hips bounce toward him. “Look at you.”

Teasing the rough pads of his fingertips from her sensitive bundle of nerves down toward her entrance and back again had her panting out his name. Just the sound of that was so addicting to him. Repeating the motion several times, he leaned in and started pressing kisses at her hip and down over her thigh.

“Grab onto me,” he instructed with a growl, his right hand grabbing a firm hold of her hip. Placing her hands in over his shoulders, she did as she was told with Joel leaning into drag the length of his tongue out between her sensitive folds. A cry escape her that sent chills throughout his entire body. Circling the tip of his tongue faintly at her clit had her shuddering drawing forth a deep rumble of a groan from him. Tugging her in closer to him, Joel lapped at her body burying his nose in against her flesh with the trail his tongue took from her entrance to her clit. Again she cried out his name, her body shaking against him. Every flick of his tongue grew stronger and more determined. Starting to slurp at her body, his mouth started to focus on the tiny bud with his fingertip tracing a line between her folds. Circling her entrance, Joel unhurriedly pressed his finger into her warmth groaning out against her flesh. Fuck, it had been so long since he had been able to do this. Hearing her crying out his name had an ache at his erection. Taking things slow, Joel pumped his thick finger inside of her humming against her body. Having her rocking against the motions told him he was doing something right along with the way her fingers tugged firmly at his hair. Taking his time to insert a second finger had her moaning out and trembling in his gasps. Tipping his head back, Joel licked his lips and smiled. “That’s it.”

Focusing on her once more, he shook his head from side-to-side moaning against her body with her fingertips digging into his shoulders. Growling against her body had her shaking harder against him. Pretty soon her legs felt like Jell-o between the motion of his fingers thrusting inside of her and focusing on her g-spot while his mouth pleasured her in unison. Pretty soon her legs started to shake and she knew if she wasn’t bracing herself against Joel she would have fallen. What he was building up inside of her was strong. There was a rushing to her head with the euphoric sensation he was drawing out from her. A growl escaped him when the walls of her body started to contract around his fingers. Pushing through, Joel’s movements grew stronger and more determined when her orgasm started. Her cries were loud and they weren’t holding back with one another. Slouching forward had Joel tipping his head back with his tongue slowly pulling from her body.

“Good girl,” he praised her, keeping a firm hold of her to stop her from falling. Helping her crawl in over him, Joel’s thick digits were quick to work at the back of her bra, his lips descending over her jawline. Soft pants fell from her lips with the material of her bra falling down her arms. Covering her breast with his mouth, Joel felt her fingertips back at his manhood stroking it in slow movements. Kissing up over her collarbone and over the side of her neck had her tipping her head to allow him the room to do it. A nervous exhale fell from him with her moving in over him. “Wait…”

“What is it?” she muttered, her fingers sweeping at the back of his neck with his dark eyes locked on hers.

“Are you sure you want this?” Joel confirmed with her, his eyelids growing heavy with the sensation of her dragging the tip of his cock through her sensitive folds. With a nod, she loosely wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Keeping his eyes on hers, he grasped firmly at her hips. Right now, everything was spinning for him. Positioning him at her entrance had Joel’s lips parting, his heartbeat quickening inside of his chest. Lowering down slowly had the tip entering her with them moaning together in unison. Tensing up beneath her, Joel dropped his head and buried it against the side of her neck. Having her tight warmth enveloping his body drew out a deep rumble of a moan. Grabbing a tight hold of her hips, Joel kissed at the side of her neck and knew that he was feeling so much all at once. A whimper fell from her lips when she lowered down just a bit more and he dropped his head back. “Don’t rush this. I told you it was bigger.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she hushed him, bringing their lips together when she allowed her hips to lower down in over him further. Together they moaned with him pressing his forehead to hers. Giving herself time to get used to him inside of her, she placed her free hand in over his chest. Licking his lips, Joel tried to contain himself knowing that he desperately wanted to thrust upward, but he wanted to give her the power in the moment. It felt so good and he wondered if he was trembling beneath her touch. “Look at me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he slurred, his eyelids heavy with awe for the woman before him. By the time she lowered down over him completely, it had Joel moaning out with his left hand reaching up to palm in over the side of her neck. Inside of her it felt like she was made for only him with the tight walls of her body surrounding him and clinging to him. “You are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she hovered her lips in over his, appreciating the way his hands started to caress over her body. Instead of starting off immediately, she let the two of them get used to one another. There was an ache inside of her with the full feeling of Joel’s body stretching hers. Bringing their lips together in a hungry kiss, she unhurriedly brought her hips up before rocking them back down. A raspy moan fell from Joel’s throat with his face scrunching up when she continued to move over him. “Focus on me.”

Giving her a nod, Joel’s eyes stayed connected with hers. His breathing was loud with him desperate to kiss her. His hips bouncing up toward hers faintly, eager to meet the slow downward movements her body was making over his. Every part of his body was hot with a liquid warmth flooding through his veins.

He had sex many times before this, but this was different. Something that he wasn’t used to. Maybe it was because of the time gap between his last time having sex with someone, but everything felt so much more enhanced. Kissing her again and again, their breathing grew broken with the rolls of her hips over his becoming slightly faster with just a small amount of strength being added.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” Joel warned her, his nose nuzzling in against hers with a sense of panic in his features. With how good everything felt, he was worried that things wouldn’t last as long as he wanted it to. “I’m sorry if I…”

“Shh…” she hushed him, not allowing his fears to eat away at him. Hooking her arms loosely around his shoulders, she started moving harder over him with his hands caressing up over her body to squeeze at her full breasts. “No one is rushing anything today.”

Lowering his hands to her hips, Joel helped her rock herself over his cock with him dropping his head down to take her nipple into his mouth again. Sucking at the flesh, he felt her tugging at his hair to bring his mouth back to hers. Kissing her with everything that he had, Joel felt her tongue brushing out against his and it sent chills down his spine.

“Lay back,” she ordered pressing her hand at the center of his chest. Carefully doing as he was told, Joel panted with her adjusting her body over him. Bracing her hands back on his thighs gave her the strength she needed to start bouncing over his length more confidently. Getting to see his body going in and out of hers repeatedly kickstarted his heart inside of his chest. “You feel so good.”

Even though she was uncomfortable at first, she was doing very well handling his body like this. With how tightly her body was clinging to his, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Which was the last thing he wanted to happen especially since he wanted this to be something more. Lifting his head, Joel’s raspy moan filled the room with panting.

Dropping her hips allowed him to fill her completely with his abdomen sinking in. Digging his fingers into her flesh, Joel was desperate for the movement of her over him. Bouncing his hips up toward her had a smacking sound filling the bedroom and she released the most addictive moan that sent chills throughout him. Together they moved in unison, his right hand dropping down to tease circles over her clit while his left stayed clung to her hip. The friction had her biting down on her bottom lip, tipping her head back.

“You are so perfect,” Joel praised her, continuing his movements. Realizing that her breathing was going broken, Joel reached for her hips and started to thrust up toward her in steady movements. Focusing on solely her in that moment, he felt proud when her cries grew louder. What he had done successfully was bring her to another orgasm. The only problem was that his body started to twitch beneath her.

“God,” Joel dropped his head back with her starting to move her hips over him again. This time with only tiny circular motions allowing a small amount of him to pull out of her before burying deeply into her again. Grunts with every movement followed and he desperately pushed up to meet her in another kiss wanting her near him.

Taking advantage of the moment, Joel rolled her onto her back being careful not to hurt her. Hooking his arm firmly around her waist, he managed to lift her enough to drag her toward the center of the bed. Lowering himself between her thighs, he leaned into her touch when he started to palm in over the side of her face. Dragging his bottom lip up over hers, Joel hummed with her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Right now he was still very much inside of her, but he wasn’t moving.

“I have no idea what you’ve done to me,” Joel muttered against her lips, drawing out a purr from her. Stroking his thumb over her cheekbone, he memorized what she looked like beneath him. Flushed, with a longing for him that drove him crazy. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Joel lowered his weight down in over his arms bringing their bodies closer together. Starting off slow, his hips thrust upward with her arm hooking around his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist with her heels loosely digging at his thighs. Every pull back and push forward was enhanced with the base of his shaft rubbing up against her. “All I wanna be is near you.”

“You can be,” she purred in his ear, kissing at the side of his face with him setting a steady pace between the two of them. Soft cries fell from her lips, vibrating against the side of his neck drawing him to moan. Keeping up the pace that he set, he just knew that he wanted to draw this out and have her near. Stroking her fingers through his messy hair, she brought him to her for them to kiss.

“You feel like home,” Joel alerted her, dropping his head down to bury it against the side of her neck. Stroking down over the lengths of his back, she cuddled her head in next to his enjoying the way the muscles flexed beneath her touch. Every movement was pronounced with the tip of Joel’s cock hitting all the right spots inside of her while providing the friction needed to stimulate her body. “Like this was where you were always meant to be.”

Tugging at his hair she brought him back for another kiss, her cries against his lips making him moan. He probably sounded ridiculous, but he was spouting off what he felt in that moment. Wincing out, Joel’s movements started to grow unsteady with him adding just a small amount more of speed between them.

“Just like that,” she encouraged him, her right hand dropping down to palm in over his bottom while the left stayed hooked into his hair.

“Yes ma’am,” he hummed against her flesh doing as he was told. Breaking away from their kiss every so often, he watched her reactions being sure to see what drew out the most pleasure for her. Her broken breaths turned to moans with Joel bouncing his hips up toward hers, her body clenching tightly to his when it started to contract around his girthy length. “I can’t keep holding on…”

“It’s okay,” she assured him with a nod, her body arching up toward every movement. Reaching for her hand, Joel hooked his fingers with hers. Pressing it down against the bed, Joel kissed her through the movements. Desperate to have that connection and close contact. Quiet moans of his name sent chills throughout him with his body starting to tense up. Moaning out, Joel’s eyes came to a tight close when he felt the throbbing of his cock. When the first sign of his release spilled out inside of her he could hear her cries growing louder as he continued to thrust through his orgasm.

Burying his head against the side of her neck, Joel’s moan was faint with the final roll of his hips over her. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t get enough of the way her fingertips stroked at the back of his neck playing with the damp curls of hair at the bottom of his neck. Their breathing was loud and broken, but they were both quiet just wanting to hold one another after everything.

Getting more comfortable over her, Joel started pressing faint kisses at the side of her face leading them to her lips to where each kiss was drawn out and sweet. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Joel cleared his throat with how the room felt like it was spinning.

“Was that okay?” he confirmed with her, his heart racing when she gave him a smile and a small nod. Palming at the side of her face, Joel shifted his weight and pulled his hips back having the both of them moaning out when his body pulled from hers. Lowering down in beside her, Joel allowed her to crawl in over him to rest her head against the center of his chest. Wrapping her up in his arms, Joel cuddled his chin in over her head enjoying the warmth of her over him. “I really like you.”

Lifting her head, she gave him a weak smile while she stroked her fingers over the center of his chest, “I really like you too.”

There was so much Joel wanted to say, but he couldn’t considering everything he had been through. Cuddling up with her, they had managed to pull the covers in over their bodies. Instead of talking, they just laid with one another. The sounds of their breathing matched and they couldn’t stop touching one another. Whether it was her peppering kisses over his chest or him stroking his fingers over her shoulders. Regardless, they were consistently holding hands and sharing kisses until eventually she had fallen asleep in over him.

What was nice was that she was comfortable enough with him to do that, but he hadn’t done that yet because his mind was doing nothing but thinking about what they had done. Never in his life had he ever experienced with sex what he had just done with her.

Dropping his eyes, Joel looked down at her sleeping at the center of his chest. Stroking his fingers over the back of her head, Joel felt the lump in his throat growing bigger. There was so much to this woman and she made him feel better about things than he had ever felt in a very long time. But truthfully? He knew that he was no good for her. What she needed was someone to lift her up, but even with how they slept together today, he knew that she was the one trying to lift him up. The one putting forward most of the effort to show that he wasn’t broken, but he knew better. In fact, he was a very broken person and that would never change.

More than anything, he wanted to be enough for this woman, but he knew that he never would be. Shifting beneath her, Joel was very careful in the way he moved. Being cautious to the point of not wanting to wake her up. Once he managed to pull out from under her, Joel made sure to tuck the blankets in around her.

All he could keep thinking about was his past and how she deserved someone good. Someone that would lift her up and make her feel special. And it scared him that he wasn’t that person. So to avoid hurting her, it was best to stop this now before it could get any worse. Getting dressed, Joel was quiet in the way he moved throughout the room. Stopping when he got to the door, he looked back toward the bedroom and felt his chest hurt.

Normally, he wouldn’t have a problem with a one-night stand in the past. So why the fuck did this hurt so much even thinking about doing? Reaching for the doorknob, Joel huffed out and thought about the way she touched him. The way she made him feel. How she was vulnerable with him and wanted nothing more than to be close to him.

Stepping back and away from the door, Joel started pulling at his clothes again to get them from his body. Stumbling back into the bedroom, Joel lifted the blankets and slid in behind her. Wrapping his arm firmly around her waist, Joel pulled her back against him hearing her breathing change when he did it alerting him that she had woken up.

“You are so special,” Joel whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against her temple enjoying the way that her fingers hooked with his tightly. Instead of leaving, he had to fight that feeling of not being enough. Because he meant what he said to her earlier. Being with her felt like home and he hadn’t felt that way in a very long time.

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