#I’m gunna be in the grind

[off-the-heezys]

three ship weeks back to back oh my god

[nanaslutt]

if there’s one thing i know, it’s that rafayel is a tallkkeerrrrr in bed, if his fiery undercurrent audio was anything to go by, that man is a tease

ʚ cont: fem reader, oral, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, teasing

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he would hold your thighs around his shoulders as he laid between your legs, sucking on your clit. his soft lips wrapping around the little bud as his tongue flicks it and rubs it in circles

his eyes never once leave yours as he eats you out, your hands tangled in his hair, fingers curling against his scalp and making him groan into your cunt. he would pull back for a moment and place a soft kiss on your clit before looking up at your disheveled appearance, already fucked out from just a couple flicks of his tongue

“you’re twitching so much,” he coos, “i can feel your clit throbbing on my tongue, do you like it that much?” before he even gives you a chance to answer his lips are back on you again, sucking your clit into his mouth as his tongue laps at your cunt, greedily drinking up your juices

he would pull back one of his hands and slide it under you before pushing a long, slender finger into your sopping cunt and curling up, finding your sweet spot with easy, making you buck your hips against his face.

he pulls off again with a smirk and continues abusing your sweet spot, watching with bated breath and an achy dick as your face contorted into pleasured expressions, your nails scratching his scalp, “you’re sucking me in right here so tight, doesn’t it get tiring being so greedy?” he teased, pulling his finger out before reinserting it with another one

you adjusted to the stretch quickly, bucking your hips into his hand as he pounded his long fingers against your g-spot, “does that feel good? is this your spot? feels so good when i rub you right here, huh?” rafayell was unable to stop his hips from grinding into the bed, reliving himself as he sported such a raging hard on, pre cum soaking his boxers

“yes- fuck-“ you cry out, wishing he would shut his loud mouth, it was turning you on too much, everything was too much to handle. “you look like you’re gunna squirt, your pussy is tightening a lot, it’s hard to move.” he spoke, his voice soft and full of lust

you were only able to nod and whine as your body shook with pleasure. raphael continued to pound his fingers into your cunt, loud squelches emitting from between your legs, only spurring him on even more. “c-cumming, raph i’m gonna-“ the man between your legs nodded and quickened his pace before he leaned down and took your clit back into his mouth, sucking hard on the little bud

your thighs squeezed around his head, making him groan, vibrating your clit as you came with a loud cry. a gush of wetness squirted from your cunt, drenching his face and the sheets below you, but that didn’t stop him from eating you out and finger fucking you like a man starved

your back arched off the bed as your cunt was assaulted with pleasure, your body wracked with tremors. only when you pushed hard on his head and whined his name did he pull off, his mouth and chin dripping with your wetness. “i knew you were gonna squirt, you liked my fingers that much? i’m honored. tasted so good.” he praised, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thighs, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they opened again and looked deeply into yours,

“think you can squirt again for me, pretty?”

[motheyes]

feeling so worn and small and like i can’t handle all this shit. i feel like it’s just always so much it’s so heartbreaking just getting beat down over and over

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Thorough

aemond x preg!sister!wife!reader 

Summary: Aemond is overprotective while you’re pregnant but never ceases to make sure you have everything you need and are well satisfied. 

Warnings: 18+ p in v, oral(f receiving), swearing, bondage(but like not intense? idk!), nipple play, lactation kink, breeding kink, description of birth but not super intense 

Authors Note: i’ll literally secure this man’s line whether it’s 1 or 20 kids idec, im not ready to write a full birth scene yet, this is me testing the waters since im going to write a literal "x preg!reader" series soon

Word Count: 3.6k

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“And you’re positive?” Aemonds voice carries through the maesters chambers as I lay back on the bed. 

“With all of my years of study and her symptoms they both are telling me yes, my Prince.” he nods his head. 

My hands hold onto my lower abdomen as my head spins. I’m with child already and we’ve only been wed one turn of the moon. Aemond has been very thorough waiting for this news so I can’t say I’m surprised. A smile splits across my face as his hand joins mine. 

Aemond is quickly pulling me up to my feet and ushering me out of the maesters chambers as he shouts after us to send word to him if we need any help. He has us down the stairs and turning the corner to our chambers hauling me along with him. 

“Aemond slow down.” I giggle as he tugs me into our chambers. 

His lips are on me the instant he turns to me. He starts pulling off my dress and backing me to the bed. I squeak as I fall back onto our bed as he starts to undress before me. He’s crawling over me in no time and I feel his hardened length against my thighs. His hands roam all over my body stopping at my breasts. 

“I cannot wait to see these swell with milk.” he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Along with your stomach round with our child.” he groans as he captures my nipple with his mouth. 

My breasts have been more sensitive than usual, which was the first sign. Aemond refuses to leave them alone and turns me into a whimpering mess any chance he can get. As he suckles I push my chest up into his face as I hold him to me. 

“Gunna fuck you until you’re full of my seed just to make sure you’re with child.” he mumbles against my chest and I squirm beneath him. 

He kisses back up my neck and lets a hand travel down to my core. He slides his fingers down my slit and chuckles at my wetness. He dips two long fingers into me and I let out a shaky breath. He brings his thumb up to swirl slowly around my bud and I clench around his fingers. I come undone and he’s quickly replacing his fingers with his length. 

“Already squeezing me so good.” he groans as he rolls his hips. “Can’t get enough of my seed can you, my greedy little wife?” he pants as he starts to pound into me.

“Aem, please,” I whine as I cling to him. 

He captures my lips as he continues with his fast pace. I whimper into his mouth as I feel pleasure sneak up and wash through me. His hips slow as they start to pump into me slowly, hitting deep within me. He rests his forehead against mine as our hips meet seeking more pleasure. I feel his warmth start to spread throughout me as I moan holding him close. He continues to grind his hips into me as he keeps pushing his seed into me. 

Our pants mingle as he slowly settles in me. My body is vibrating as he refuses to pull out leaving me completely full of him. He rests above me and we kiss each other desperately. After a couple minutes I feel him start to harden again inside me. I whine as I feel him start to move his hips once more. 

“You can take it.” he grunts as his fingers start to swirl around my bud. 

Between his fingers and his slow pumps I’m clenching around him again. After I come down I can feel that he’s fully hard and I feel him smile against my neck as he starts to rut into me. I’m whimpering beneath him as he continues to circle my sensitive bud. 

“Aemond I can’t-“ my body starts shaking from pleasure and he chuckles lowly. 

“You can.” he purrs as his hips start to move even quicker. 

A moan tears through me as I explode around him and I feel him begin to fill me once more. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure continues to course through me in waves. He settles in me once more but this time he flips us so I’m resting against his chest. I rest my head listening to his heartbeat as we come down from our highs. Every once in a while he’ll push his hips up into me pulling a soft whimper from my lips. 

“Rest, my beautiful wife.” he hums petting my hair. 

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5 months along

Aemond and I have been getting into spats about what I can and cannot do. He’s become so fiercely protective that I can’t even leave our chambers without him on my heels. Today’s fight is about me wanting to ride on dragonback which he hasn’t allowed me to do in almost a fortnight and I’ve had enough. 

“I want to go out riding.” I huff looking up to him with my hands on my hips. 

“And I said I would take you out on Vhagar.” he looks down at me equally as stubborn. 

“I want to go on my dragon.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Vhagar is larger than the seven fucking kingdoms and you want me to climb up her?” I walk closer to him. 

“Do not use that tone with me.” his nostrils flare. 

“I’m going out on my dragon and that’s final.” I roll my eyes and go to walk past him to exit our chambers. 

“You will not.” he grabs my arm. “You will ride Vhagar or me.” his eyes darken as they go to my growing stomach as he spreads one of his hands across it.

“Aemond.” I warn hoping he doesn’t catch my blush creeping up my neck. “Let me ride my dragon and then you can keep me in bed for the rest of the day.” I know my blush is visible by the way he’s smirking at me. 

“I could keep you in bed now if I wanted.” he pulls me to his chest. 

“Please, husband.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I cup his face begging at this point. 

“You know I can never say no to you.” he relents shaking his head. “Gods I would do anything for you.” he dips down to kiss me. 

“Do not try to distract me.” I pull away and tug him to the doors. 

He has a carriage bring us to the pits within minutes. The servants and the guards try to steer clear of him. He’s been particularly hellish this past month once I started showing. If a man stares at me for too long he threatens to take their head. I’ve had to pull him away multiple times from quaking guards who feel his wrath. I was starting to think he already yelled that the dragon keepers to not allow me to ride. 

“If anything feels wrong land immediately and I will carry you back.” he looks to me intensely as we wait for my dragon to come out. 

I roll my eyes at him before a smile breaks across my face and my dragon emerges. She stops in front of me and chuffs softly nudging into my hand instead of my swollen stomach. I pat her happily and she sings a soft song. 

“How I’ve missed you.” I coo as I hug her. “Shall we go for a ride?” I smile as she dips down lower than normal to accommodate me. 

I climb on with ease and settle into my seat. I fasten my belts and clips and look down to Aemond. I see the worry painted across his face as he looks up to me. 

“I have half a mind to tell you to get down.” he calls up to me. 

“I have half a mind to burn you where you stand.” my tone playful. 

“I love you.” he smiles up to me. 

“I’ll see you in the skies.” I hum as my dragon leads us out of the pits. 

Once she’s in the sky I let out a laugh of euphoria. The wind in my hair and the sun on my skin is exactly what I needed. We fly around the city as we wait for Aemond to make his way to Vhagar. I hear her groan from the city limits as she makes her way into the sky. We make our way to Vhagars side and she gives out a deep grumble. 

My dragon and I twirl around Vhagar and I can feel the concern radiating off of Aemond. I care not about the scolding I’ll receive later. For now I enjoy the freedom of the breeze and laugh wildly. After an hour I relent and make my way back to the pits. I have them bring out feed for her and watch her indulge as I wait for Aemond to come collect me. 

“If you must be on dragonback again it will be Vhagar or no one. I can’t believe you would fly around so recklessly while carrying our child.” I sigh figuring this would be his response. 

“So I can’t ride you either, husband?” I look up to him biting my lip hoping I can sway him. 

“I do not jest. I will tie you to the bed if I must.” he holds my arms tightly. 

“What if I want you to tie me to the bed anyways?” my voice low as I look up to him through my lashes. 

He pulls me out of the pits by my arm and I smile trailing after him. The carriage ride back to the Keep is silent and he keeps a firm hand on my thigh at all times. He pushes us through the Keep halls avoiding everyone until he has us sealed in our chambers. He towers over me and grabs my face. 

“Get on the bed.” his voice low as his eye bores into mine. 

I start walking over to the bed as he begins pulling my dress off of me. He leaves me in my slip as I lay back on the bed. He goes over to the posters of the frame to find the silk ribbons we leave tied to them. He grabs one of my hands and he secures it with a knot and moves to my next hand. 

“Is this what you wanted, my naughty wife?” he taunts as he looks over me. I nod my head squeezing my thighs together looking for friction as he strips off his clothes. “Don’t hide from me now.” he rasps sitting on the bed spreading my thighs exposing my dripping core. 

“Aemond,” I whine as his hands ghost up my legs. 

“I shouldn’t let you come but I love the noises you make. So I’ll make you come until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.” he dips his head down and licks up my slit. 

My head falls back into the pillows as he laps at my bud. My body begins to shake as my pleasure already starts to coil. I grind against his face and cry out when his nose brushes against my sensitive bud. His tongue dips into my core and explode around him. 

He licks back up my slit and swirls his tongue quickly around my bud. My legs squeeze around his head as he continues his assault. My hands pull against the silk wishing I could touch him or myself. My hips buck into his face and he chuckles as I come against his face again. 

He snakes up my body and stops above my breasts. He smirks as he dips down and traces over one of my covered nipples with his tongue. My breath catches as I push my chest into his face. When he grazes his teeth against my sensitive peak I give out a soft cry. As he nibbles on one he brings his fingers over to my other to start pinching and pulling as I mewl beneath him.

“Gods are you gunna come from just this alone?” he mumbles against my chest. 

I let out a sob as he pulls my slip up baring me to him. When his hot mouth wraps around my nipple once more I buck my hips up into him. He brings his hand up to grab at my other breast and I let out a tortured whine. My body goes taught as he pinches and pulls and I come undone pulling at the silk. 

“You are absolutely divine.” he chuckles against my chest. 

He trails his tongue between my breasts and licks at my throat. He licks along my lips and finally locks us in a kiss. His hands trail up my arms and interlock our fingers. I arch my body into his trying to get closer. He slowly pushes into me and I whimper into his mouth. He starts a quick pace and watches as my face contorts. 

“I should leave you tied up to this bed for the rest of your pregnancy. Only come up here to feed you and fill you.” I cry out at his words as his hips grind into me. 

He brings his fingers down to my bud and I burst around him. He grunts as his hips slow as my walls flutter around him. He continues to push into me slowly as I pant his name over and over. I feel him twitch inside and when I feel him begin to fill me I come undone with my eyes rolling back. 

“My perfect wife.” he sighs rolling to the side and spreading his hand across my bump. 

“Will you untie me?” I ask still trying to catch my breath. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” he smiles capturing my lips once more. 

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8 months along 

I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my entire life. My back hurts and I feel like my breasts are completely full yet seem to expand everyday and it’s becoming too much. All I do lately is take baths and lay in bed. I’m not miserable but I would definitely like this baby out of me sooner rather than later. 

“How is my wife and our child?” Aemond asks the grand maester. 

“You can ask me how I’m doing.” my words have a bite to them as I lay back on the bed as they look down at me. 

“I’m sorry, Princess. I know it’s been a long couple of moons but the babe will come soon.” the grand maester offers me what he thinks is a comforting smile. 

“Mm and how is that looking?” I look up trying not to sound so annoyed. 

“Everything looks good and from how the pregnancy has gone I believe the birthing bed will be kind to you.” the grand maester nods his head and dismisses himself from our chambers. 

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Aemond rests a hand on my stomach. 

“I just feel so tense and I want a hot bath but they won’t let me.” I say tearing up. “My back hurts and my breasts are so tender I can’t even stand having this fabric touch them. I just want some relief.” I hiccup as a tear slips down my cheek. 

“It’s just us, let me remove this.” I nod as he grabs the hem of my sleep dress and lifts it over my head. 

He moves pillows behind my back to help support me better as he helps me relax back into the bed. Tears continue to fall down my face as he helps adjust me and makes me comfortable. 

“What’s wrong?” Aemond whispers as he wipes my tears away. 

“You’re just so gentle and caring with me.” I sniffle. “I love you so much, husband.” my tears fall down faster now. 

“What else can I do to help you?” he smooths my hair looking to me with scrunched brows. 

“Lay with me, please.” I look up to him and he’s immediately getting in bed next to me. 

He holds me close to him and kisses the side of my head. His hands travel to my swollen bump and whisper words of adoration to me. His hands trail up to my tender breasts and I sigh at his soft touch. When his thumb swipes over one of my nipples a strangled whimper leaves my mouth. 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles as he removes his hand. 

“I just need some of this milk gone.” I whine and his eye snaps to mine. 

“I can try-“ 

“Yes Aemond, anything, please.” I plead reaching for his hand. 

He brings his mouth to one of my nipples and a sigh falls from my lips. As he sucks and laps at my sensitive peak I start to feel the relief I’ve been seeking. I look down to him and see that his eye watching me. I look to him with flushed cheeks as he continues to swirl his tongue around my nipple. I push my chest up into him and he groans against me. 

“Aemond,” my voice strained as I bring my hand to his hair. 

He kisses across my chest and brings my other nipple into his mouth. He offers this one the same attention and affection. I hold him to my chest and give out soft sighs as I smooth his hair. He looks at me with a blown pupil as my breathing becomes more ragged from his tongue. He pulls back from my chest and looks down to me. 

“Thank you,” my voice breathy. 

“Anything else I can offer you?” he kisses me softly laying next to me once more. 

“I want for some relief a little lower.” he chuckles at my words. 

“Mm I wouldn’t want to leave my beautiful wife wanting.” he starts to kiss my neck as his fingers find my sensitive bud with ease. 

“Aemond,” his name falls off my lips like a prayer as he swirls his fingers. 

My legs are already beginning to tremble as I feel wetness pool between them. His fingers slide down my slit and I moan loudly. He brings more wetness back up to my throbbing bud and slowly circles it. My hips buck as much as they can as I feel my pleasure ready to burst. All it takes is his lips attached to my nipple and I’m clenching my thighs around his hand. 

“You’re so perfect. My beautiful wife carrying our child.” he showers me with compliments as my breathing settles and I begin to drift off feeling relief. 

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birth 

“Fuck,” my voice breaks as the maester and midwife try to coax me to push again as I’m squeezing Aemonds hand. 

“You’re doing so good.” Aemond wipes my brow with a cool cloth. 

“And you’re doing nothing.” I grit out through my teeth as I feel myself splitting open.

“The babes head!” the midwife exclaims looking up at me. 

“One more big push Princess.” the maester says with a calm voice. 

“What do you think I’ve been fucking doing?” my breathing heavy as I push using all of my strength. 

A half sigh and chuckle leave my lips when I feel the baby slide out. I hear a cry and look down at our child. I turn to Aemond who is still looking at me with reverence at what I just did. They wrap the child in a blanket and bring it to my arms. 

“A healthy baby boy.” the maester says smiling to us. 

They help clean me up and clean up the room before leaving us. I softly caress the babes bright white hair as he stirs in my arms. Aemond holds me closer and wraps his arm around mine that’s holding our child. We sit in silence as a family and Aemond kisses our son’s brow before pulling me into a kiss of our own. 

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2 months after birth

I sit in the maesters chambers with Aemond at my side and the babe bouncing on my knee. The maester looks over our son and declares he is still healthy and turns to me to ask how I’m doing. He looks over me curiously as asks how feeding is going and if there’s any tenderness and soreness. I tell him how I’ve been feeling and he looks to us with a smile. 

“I want you both to know that there is no rush,” he chuckles and I tilt my head to him. “but I believe you’re already with child again.” I turn to Aemond with a scowl who smiles proudly. 

“How sure are you?” Aemond asks fussing with our son. 

“As positive as I was the first time.” the maester nods his head and I sigh but smiling nonetheless. 

“At least you both know what to expect this time around.” he smiles as we slowly get up to exit. 

“After this next babe, I will have a break husband.” I look up to him as he holds the doors open for us. 

“Mm of course.” he looks down to me as if he has no plans on not keeping me with child anytime soon. 

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[milkzoro]

humping turned to fucking. who woulda guessed.

t. Law

- clit overstim* creampie* consensual*

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he was in the perfect position; beneath you on the living room couch, and in between your thighs. you arched your back and grinded up and down, losing yourself in the feeling of almost catching your release against his clothed cock.

soft whimpers left your lips, taking your time with all of your rhythms and motions as you rode him.

he pulled you against him eagerly, probably leaving more than a few fingerprint-sized bruises across your skin. law cared nonetheless, just as long as he could get you close.

his hips tried to fuck into you, but the fabrics containing him prevented it. you could feel him grow restless and become annoyed at the fact that you were moving a little too slow for his liking.

“please— can i fuck you?” he blurted out. the long fingers you knew all too well tugged on your panties as their owner waited for you to answer. “i’m gunna cum if you don’t stop.”

his pleas were cute.

“wanna fuck you so bad, y/n.”

“can i?” …

his eyes turned dark as soon as you allowed him to have more. you slipped off your panties and so desperately needed him to stretch you out. the cold slick of his precum met with your warmth sending shivers across your skin.

he was buried inside you. gifting you lots of deep strokes with his forehead pressed against yours, panting pretty little things like,

… ‘you’re mine.’ … ‘fuck.�� … ‘all mine.’ …

repeatedly.

in the midst of it all, you took his hand in a soft grip and guided them around the tight seal of his cock stretching you out. your fingers remained on top of his, dragging them around slightly to collect the mix of your juices.

curiosity struck his face as he slowed down his rhythms a little, but your pretty expressions made him realize what he was lacking.

you led his fingers to where you needed them the most and your breath shuddered, “i wanna feel it here, law.” your fingers lifted off his, leaving them delicately around your aching little bud.

he mimicked your actions, still hitting you deep but now with the added stimulation to you clit. you couldn’t help but expose yourself more for him.

“law! r-right there…”

you lifted your hips up slightly off the couch for a better angle and immediately you were getting washed with your orgasm. “i’m gonna cum!!! c-CUMMING!!♡”

“shit. me too baby. gimme one more, okay?” he quickly cut you off, groaning and whining feeling the insides of your cunt. his fingers wouldn’t leave your clit as he continued to fuck you into the cushions.

“lawwww-” you cried, feeling too blissed out from all the excess attention he was giving your pussy. a second wave of pleasure was quickly building inside of you. the once cold room was now hot, sticky, and littered with your filthy sounds.

“god, you’ve got such a perfect pussy baby. i’m gonna fill you, okay? cum for me y/n, again.” he demanded.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your legs trembled under him, but only a small nod and incoherent nonsense was all that you could give to let him know you would do as he said.

“that’s it, fuckkkkk fuck…..”

as you let go, you kept him has close as you could. immersing yourself in his strong grip and musky sent. simultaneously, you felt his cock spurt inside of you, flooding you with warm sperm.

a kiss to your cheek and forehead came quickly after. followed by an, “i love you.” and many cuddles back on the couch.

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*lowkey unfinished but hey i made it to wano 🙏🏻

[musouie]

grinding against old man toji’s knee while he’s playing a word puzzle…

he has one hand on your waist, the other holding a pen, and your arms circle around his neck as you lazily drag your cunt along his muscled thigh. a trail of slick left in your wake.

at first glance, he appears uninterested. eyes lidded and focused on the crossword before him, breaths escaping his nose in long, measured huffs. but he’s been on the same square for a while now, and when you look down, you see his cock tenting in his joggers, begging to be let out. the poor thing :(

“i’m tryna think,” he groans, a hiss following shortly after. “and i can’t do that with ya’ grindin’ on me like this.”

but his body betrays him. his meaty thigh tenses beneath you, lifts ever-so-slightly to offer better friction, the movement making you whimper in turn.

“it’s not going anywhere. just a few minutes,” you whine, lips pressing into his jaw. they wander along its ruggedness before planting themselves over a particularly inviting patch of skin, where his adam’s apple bobs temptingly as he swallows.

“hnnm.”

he attempts a huff, as if in an attempt to stay stern, but the gesture peters off into a gritted whimper when you close your teeth around his jugular, worrying his flesh. a curse leaves him, a hiss in the crook of his throat, and his grip on his pen tightens, white-knuckled and rigid, threatening to break.

“yer a selfish girl, aint’cha?” toji rasps, voice nothing short of gravel. “won’t even gimme a moment to myself, won’t listen. makin’ my dick hard and leavin’ the task half-finished.”

you don’t deny the sentiment; can only manage a pleased hum when he curls one arm around you and presses you even closer to him. sighing when he places his pen down and his other hand joins.

“then we’re gunna do this on my terms,” his fingers dig into your flesh — squeeze. “ain’t that fair?”

and with a small smirk tugging at his lips, his fingers dig into the pliant flesh of your hip, urging you to move. he directs your motions himself: the grinds, the presses, the gyrates until you catch the rhythm, the one he prefers.

it leaves you sore. clit rolling roughly against his hardened thigh, your flesh chafed, your moans trapped in your throat. but the pain feels too good. his hands too coarse, fingers too firm, touch too bruising, breaths too hot against your nape to voice a thing.

so, you acquiesce.

allow your head to loll forwards and rest in the junction between his neck and shoulders while he nuzzles and bites at your own delicate skin between the two. his fingertips creep under your panties, knuckles gliding through your sopping cunt before toying with your clitoris, teasing and flicking until you almost fall off his lap with the force of a shudder.

it all becomes too much, then — the roughness, the fervour, the bites, his clothed length rubbing against your front. all that you can do is fist his shirt and keen.

you come, harsh and brutal, stars bursting behind the darkness of your lids, toes curling so hard you’re surprised your ankles don’t snap. your arms tighten, becoming a vice around toji, and you bite his skin in an attempt to not scream as his fingers relentlessly attack your bundle of nerves.

eventually, your wails, full-throated and inarticulate, dissipate and fade. toji remains the constant — still rubbing, still tracing his mouth across any expanse of skin he can get, and when he realises that you can’t possibly endure anymore, he captures your lips instead, nipping and tugging at them with a smirk.

“look at the mess ya’ made of my pants, filthy girl. now ya gunna help me clean it up.”

masterlist <3

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

matt sturniolo bsf x fem reader

warnings: smut, fingering, dry humping, oral, choking, alcohol

summary: yn and her best friend matt plan on going to a party but do they make it ?

*DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK*

your sat in matt’s room waiting for him to come back with your drink “hey here you go” he says smiling “thank you” as you grab it off him “so do you wanna go to that party on the beach ?” he says taking a sip “yes it should be fun i’m pretty sure everyone’s going” you say smiling “okay should we do shots before we leave?” you whip your head to face him “is that even a question matt?” he smiles “true come help me” you both walk down to the kitchen, he grabs the vodka and orange juice for a chaser and lines up 10 shot glasses “matt are you trying to kill me” you say laughing “no yn 5 each” he says laughing at you “oh thank god” you say helping matt pour them “okay are you ready” you say looking at matt “first to finish all 5?” he says smirking “game on” “3…2…1…GO!” you and matt gagging after the first, your throat burning like hell “help this burns” matt says looking at u while chugging the orange juice

after finishing the shots you and matt take the bottle upstairs with 2 glasses and lemonade and pour yourself a drink “matt help me pour pleaseeeee” you say already abit drunk “ofc baby” he says so calmly but your face goes red why did he just cal me baby you think but you soon forget when he hands you the drink “thank you matty” you say looking up at him through ur eyelashes “what music should i put on?” you look at him thinking “ooo i know frank ocean” he laughs and puts it on you start slow dancing around his bedroom with your drink in your hand he gets up to dance with you, when you guys are drunk you get pretty touchy but nothing has ever gone further but you are quite flirty when your sober aswell.

he grabs your waist and grinds up behind you while you push your ass on his crotch and grinding to the music he comes close to you ear and whispers “hm you look so pretty grinding on me like that princess” you just turn and face him but he picks you up by your thighs and he sits on the bed with you on his lap his hands now on your hips “you wanna do that again huh” he says looking at you as you start to roll your hips and put your hands on his shoulders, he’s grunting and panting underneath you “hm keep going baby” he says as you speed up, you pull his joggers down and you pull off your shorts under your dress both in your underwear you sit back on his lap and roll your hips back and forth on his clothed cock “hm matty your so good for me” you say moaning and moving your hips even faster “yn i’m gunna c-um” matt says moaning loud grabbing your hips pushing you down but you stop “not yet matty i want you to fuck me baby” you didn’t even blink and he was on top of you with his tip by your entrance “hmm someone’s eager huh” you say smiling at him “shut up princess” he says before shoving his dick in you earning a loud pornographic moan for your mouth eyes rolled back as he fucks in to you at such a fast speed you though you were gunna burst “matt-yy your cock is go good hm why haven’t we done this before” you say moaning loudly in his ear “baby i’ve wanted to fuck you for so long” matt says moaning in your ear quietly “matt i’m gu-nnna” you came and after a few more thrusts matt was cumming and grunting in your ear.

you both flop on the bed trying to catch your breaths looking at eachother in shock you just did that but it just felt so right “i think that was the best sex i’ve ever had” matt says with a little chuckle turning his head to face you “fuck yes that was amazing” you say before cuddling matt before you both fell asleep

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[lover-girl-for-life]

jschlatt smut.

tags: smut SMUT, Jschlatt. fem y/n, creampie, reader y/n, throwing a book, standing up sex (kinda?), missionary, aftercare obv, controlled orgam, !mdni!, sentences from the book icebreaker are used. I completely forgot to add the other position so i’ll js add it in the next part

SMUT BELLOW CUT!!

“Whatcha doin’ toots?” 

Schlatt asks standing over Y/n’s bed, making her jump up and slam her book down. “W-what?”

He smirks, finding her nervousness amusing. “I asked what you were doin’?” 

Y/n’s cheeks go red, slowly closing her book and covering the front. 

“Ya not gunna tell me?”

“nuh uh..” She responds in a small voice.

 Schlatt chuckles, climbing onto the bed and crawling in front of y/n. 

Schlatt leans in closer, feeling the uneven breathing coming from his partner. 

Y/n’s eyes flutter shut, expecting a kiss from Schlatt. 

She feels a quick peck on her cheek then feels her book being stolen from her grasp; her eyes shooting open. 

“Schlatt!” She yells, slightly smiling

 from the cackling coming from Schlatt as he flips

 to the page she had bookmarked.

Schlatt leapt off the bed, holding the book up so she couldn’t reach and began reading from her book.

Y/n also stood up from the bed, hopping, desperately trying to get the book.

“The second his mouth is on me I’m climbing, back arching from the bed grinding into his face.”

He pauses for a second, smirk still plastered on his face. “Such a naughty girl, reading shit like this..”

 Y/n clenches her thighs, the tips of her ears red. “Jus’ give it back..” She manages to get out, dropping her head to rest on his chest.

“Nuh uh.” He repeats, eyes glued to the pages “Jesus- where the fuck did you get this filth.”- “The pleasure rolls through me; a pleased grumble vibrates in his throat as his tongue pierces me, sending me tumbling over the edge, crying out his name.” 

Schlatt looks up, grinning ear to ear. “Y’know toots,..” Y/n raised her head, looking up at Schlatt.

 “Ya could’ve just asked for me to eat ya out instead of reading about it.” His voice lowers, looking down at her, using his thumb and index finger to bring her face closer to him.

Y/n gulps, holding back a pleased smile; eyes darting in between his eyes and lips. “Such a dirty girl..” He whispered, tossing the book away from them. “Schlatt.. please..” She mumbles out, His smirk widens, “Say that one more time for me baby? Didn’t quite catch that.” 

Y/n whines out, slightly pouting. “You heard me, you fuck.” She mutters out, looking down. 

Schlatt stops smiling, grabbing her chin once more. “You wanna repeat that?” He says in a tone she’s heard many times before. 

“Don’t start, you know what’ll happen if you continue being bratty.”

 Now, Y/n has a choice to whether to act out or stay in line. She decides on safer option.

“Sorry sir..” She whispers, “I just..I want you to touch me…” 

She grabs the hand that was forcing her to look at him, trailing both his middle and ring finger up to her mouth.

 Her tongue comes out from behind her lips, swirling around his fingers.

 All of which remaining eye contact, Schlatt groans bitting his lip. He pushes them both back, Y/n now against the door.

“Fuck baby..” He grumbles out, his other hand on her waist, thumbing the waistband of her panties. 

“No shorts? Were you planning on touching yourself while reading baby?” He asks, smirking

Y/n nods, practically deep throating Schlatt’s fingers. “Such a dirty, dirty girl…”  He said, leaning a bit closer. 

“Alright that’s enough-“ Schlatt pulls his fingers out, growing inpatient. “You really now how to get me goin’ dont cha?”

He says, tugging her panties; to about mid-thigh.

 Enough room to slip his hand in between her legs, teasing her hole, the wetness of her own saliva sticking to the insides of her thighs.  

“Beg.”

“Hm..?”

“I said beg.”

Y/n looks up, eyebrows furrowed, eyes unfocus, and lips red and glossy.

 “Please sir.. I’ll be good f’you.. please just- fuck me..” Schlatt chuckles lowly,

 “atta’ girl..” He says, plunging both fingers into her wet cunt. Y/n’s hands fly to Schlatt’s shoulders,

Nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Mmh!” She mewls out, the feeling of his fingers both familiar yet still new.

“Fuck- sir..” Schlatt smiles down at her, his right hand moving up to her chin again; bringing their lips together.

Y/n moans into the kiss as Schlatt’s thick fingers inside her quicken.

One of her arms now slug over his shoulder, pulling him closer and tugging on his hair. 

“Schlatt-I- I’m so fuckin’ - close..” Her words broken up from random moans and whimpers. 

“Yeah? You gunna cum for me? Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this baby.” Schlatt curls his fingers a bit,

 pressing into that one spot that makes her head get fuzzy and eyes roll back.

 “Wait.” He says, going impossibly faster than before. “Don’t cum yet. You cum when I tell you to, understood?”

Y/n’s eyes are screwed shut, lips parted into an almost perfect ‘O’. 

“Mm-fuck. Mhm- I-I understand.. oh my god-“ 

Schlatt pulls back despite her hand desperately trying to pull him closer.

 Instead her arm does against the door, leaving scratches on the wood. “Schlatt- Pleasee, I wanna- let me cum..”  Schlatt begins to laugh, enjoying the sight before him. 

 Y/n’s back arched, thighs trembling, face twisted in pleasure, and his fingers pumping into her.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” 

Y/n practically screams as she reaches the edge, legs almost giving out and pussy spamming.

Her hand flies down at an attempt to stop Schlatt’s hand. 

“Waitwaitwaitwait-“ she says, almost yelping as she feels another orgasm approaching. “Fuck! Schlatt- please..”

He ignores her pleas, “C’mon baby, one more- for me.” He says, groaning as he plams his cock with his other hand.

“Cum.”

He says, commanding a shock to run through her body. “Fuck Schlatt- I fuckkk..” Once her body relaxes, she almost goes limp. 

“How are you feelin’ toots?” Schlatt asks, hands on her waist and holding her up. “Hm..?” She hums, tilting her head up and blinking at Schlatt. He chuckles, temporarily pulling up her underwear, leaving the shorts behind. Schlatt carries her over the the bed, peeling her limps off him. “You okay?” He asks, standing in front of y/n. 

“mmhm..” She mumbles, nodding her head. Schlatt shakes his head, “Nah, you know you gotta use your words.” He says, kneeling down to be at almost eye level with her.  “Im okay..” She manages to get out, smiling at Schlatt, and threading her hand through his hair. 

There was a moment of silence between them, not the slightest awkwardness in it.

Schlatt lunges forward, smashing their lips together. Y/n reciprocated said kiss, tugging at his hair every so often. “Fuck toots, i need to taste you.” Schlatt muttered against her lips, his own traveling further down. Sloppy wet smooches placed down her neck. Schlatt pulled off her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. Schlatt’s mouth eventually makes its way from her lips to her other lips. Y/n bare pussy right in front of his face. Schlatt gripped her legs, swinging them overr his shoulders. He teased a bit, kissing the insides of her thighs. “Schlatt..” She whined, grinding her hips against nothing. “So impatient..” He said, smirking. Yet he gave in, licking a broad stripe from her hole to clit. Y/n let out a gasp of air, hands practically teleporting back to Schlatt’s hair. Schlatt groaned against her, the vibration shocking her to the core. “Sir.. please..” She whimpered, not knowing what she was beginning for.

Hearing her words, Schlatt begins to lap at her hole. holding her hips, almost leaving a bruise.

Whines, moans, and gasps filled the room along with the lewd sounds of slurping and sucking. “Jesus fucking christ..! Jay..” Schlatt looks up at her, writhing and back arching. His tongue moves quicker, eager to get inside her. “Oh-ohmy-Fuck!” She shouts out, her grip on Schlatt’s hair unbelievably tight. “im gunna-holyshit-im gunna cum“ He groaned against y/n, encouraging her orgasm. The vibration was just enough to get her thighs shaking and pussy dripping. “Fuck toots..” Schlatt mumbles, sitting on his knees, still between her legs. Schlatt looks down, his cock straining against his sweats.

“I need to have you. Right fucking now.”

He says through gritted teeth. Y/n, still panting, spreads her legs. Her own juices and Schlatt’s saliva mixed and covering her lower body in the sticky substance. When she sees him staring at the sight below, then her face. Y/n bites her lip shyly, turning her face away. “Awhh c’mon baby.. dont hide that pretty face f’me.” He said, grabbing her chin, shoving his thumb between her pink lips. “Look at me while i fuck you.” Schlatt grabs at her ankle, lifting it over his shoulder.

 “You ready?” He asks, pausing. His thumb now out of her mouth and wiped on the comforter bellow. Schlatt’s hand holds Y/n, rubbing his thumb across the soft flesh of her hip. “Mhm, ‘m ready.” She says, her voice oddly soft yet rough. A grin spreads on his face, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “I love you so fuckin’ much sweetheart..” Y/n, a smile on her face, parts her lips to say something back. Instead she is interrupted by the feeling of Schlatt pushing into her. Her eyes flutter shut, “Shit- Schlatt..” she looks up to see Schlatt, her lower thigh in his left hand and her soft tummy under his right. 

Y/n grabs at his hand in her stomach, holding on for dear life as he pistols himself into her. In search for anything to ground herself, her hand moves from his hand to his neck. Pulling him down, she kisses him, moaning into them. “Fuck- baby..” Y/n mutters out, “ ‘m close.” Schlatt, who’s no longer hold her thigh but now holding himself up, arm planted beside her head.

“Oh yeah? Where do you want me toots?” Schlatt asks, feeling his cock slightly throb inside her. It takes a moment for Y/n to answer, her mind fuzzy. “Inside.” She blurts out, eyebrows knitted together. Schlatt chuckles, “Fuck yeah baby. Such a dirty girl, want’n me to fill her up.” He says between grunts and moans into her ear. “I bet you’d look so fuckin hot with a round tummy and huge tits.” Y/n moans out, back arching into him. “Jay- Fuck i mean- Sir, please can i cum..?” Y/n begs, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. 

“Go ahead toots, fuckin cum for me.” Schlatt says, the euphoric feeling of Y/n cunt spasming around his dick sending him over the edge. “FuckFuckFuck-“ He moans out, cumming inside her. Sitting up Schlatt, carefully pulls out. Making quick work of cleaning them both up with a nearby towel from the bedside table.

 “How ya feelin bubs?” he asks, laying beside Y/n, pulling her closer to his chest. “m good..” She muttered, snuggling into Schlatt 

“i love you Jay..”

“I love ya too Y/n”

[queenofallimagines]

Blue Lock boys and having a S/O who has a sex toy collection

A/N: This is extremely self indulgent and came to me while browsing the internet. Part one of 2 and These are also all real toys so if you know exactly what I’m talking about lmao kudos to you✌🏿

Isagi:

- lmao oh boy

- Brand new to this world

- Only has the blue flesh light you got him as a joke for Christmas

- He uses it more often than he’d like to admit…

- So when he comes to your place and he’s in the mood to get nasty

- You gotta hold his hand bc he’s gunna be a little nervous

- You ask him if he’s cool with toys and he’s like ofc

- Very excited to see what you use to make yourself feel good

- Then he is taken aback to see a box of sex toys ORGANIZED BY COLOR

- “We in for a more rough mood today or like a quick thing?”

- “YOU USE THEM FOR DIFFERENT SCENES??”

- Let him take a look through your treasure chest(pun intended)

- And he’s like 🙂 bc how does he use that

- “So whats this?? It’s like flat but it has silicone flowers on the top??”

- “Oh that’s a grinder you strap it to a pillow”

- “….and it’s supposed to be green and blue?”

- “The colors on this one were pretty 😤 aesthetic matters too!”

- Best way is to just dive in and let him test out each one

- His favorite so far is this pretty little one called CLAUDETTE and he likes grinding on it while he kisses you and fucking into it

- Likes how the colors look all funky and fun

- “Is that-“

- “A football colored one yes it is.”

- “…..you didn’t have this before you met me did you?”

- “Listen it’s not MY fault that you be away on games a lot and this just so happened to be in your girth!”

- He will indulge you and do those dick mold cast things and will demand to see videos of you fucking yourself with it when he’s away

- Nothing would make him rush home faster than seeing a video of you moaning all pretty in nothing but a spare jersey of his bounding up and down on an exact replica of his cock begging him to hurry home

- Fuck the game he’s on the first fight back to Japan IMMEDIATELY

- LOVES to use them in punishments!

- When you’re acting all bratty he’ll pretend he’s not on his very last nerve

- Not super good at controlling his true emotions but when he’s calling you pet names making you feel all flustered can you really tell he’s upset?

- So when he flips a switch and tells you to “hold fucking still or I’ll tie your hands to the headboard” and he’s in between your legs holding you down it’s definitely a surprise

- Has one of the vibes that are controlled by phone

- He’s not so cruel as take you for a stroll in public

- (Also he really doesn’t want to get slammed with a public indecency charge because you can’t keep quiet)

- He’ll make you wear it as he goes about his business in the house

- Ignoring you without a care in the world as he’s relaxing on the couch and you’re begging him to bend you over anything

- “Hm? I didn’t hear a ‘I’m sorry for being a brat Yoichi’ so all that crying ain’t doing nothing”

- He has really good control when he’s pissed

- Usually that glassy eyed look while begging him to ruin you would be enough to have him on you like a dog in heat

- Buuuuuy unfortunate for you upset yoichi is some cold

- He’s literally not even flinching as you grind in his thigh making a mess all over his pants

- Rolling his eyes before shooting you the most annoyed look

- “You gunna keep making a mess on my pants or you going to fucking apologize already?”

- “I-I’m sorry Yoichi… please I need you so bad.”

- “Fucking finally.”

- Throws your legs over his shoulders but he’s still mad so he’s gunna edge and then overstimulate you before he even pulls his cock out

Nagi:

- oh he’s so silly

- Like he’s definitely like??

- Probably accidentally finds your stash before YOU show him

- “Oi, what’s this thing over here?”

- And you walk in and he’s messing w a silicone octopus cockring

- Boy if you don’t stay out my mf closet-

- Wants you to show him all the cool weird stuff you have

- “How do you even use this?”

- “Like any other toy???”

- “This tentacle is NOT like a regular sex toy.”

- Does it again by laying down on some of your stuffies and sees one w a obvious zipper

- Opens it to see a dildo inside

- “Why is this IN here?”

- “So nosey mfs like YOU don’t just come in my room and find my shit.”

- “…..that’s fair.”

- His fav for you to use on him is this gold and grey silicone stroker that has skin like texture

- When he’s too lazy to move he likes you being on top of him kissing and biting his neck while you slowly move the toy on his cock

- Will have him squirming and moaning loud as hell like you’ve never seen before

- Nagi isn’t the most vocal but he’s moaning like a pornstar

- “Ohhhh fuuuck pretty keep stroking me like that.”

- No better way to get him to fuck you like you want then to slow stroke him with a fleshlight or stroker

- Asks you to make a cast of your pussy

- When you actually make him one it’s like never brought up again until one night you get a text around 2am a few hours before nagi is set to touchdown back in Japan

- Of him fucking it like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

- Not sure who the fuck recorded that for him🤨 bc it’s too good and so are the angles to be a shaky one handed quick video

- Moans about how he can’t wait to feel you cream on his cock

- As the most obscene noises play from your speakers with the image of seishiro fucking into a fleshlight of your likeness all messy with lube and cum

- From the way the video starts off he had to have been at it for a while already

- You catch a glimpse of his hazy eyes as he’s mercilessly pounding into the toy

- When the video ends you get another text from him

- ‘Just got out the airport be home in 25’

Hiori:

- you’d think he’d be like weirded out

- Or confused

- Nah

- He’s seen all the gamer porn there is to see

- Monster and fantasy themed sex toys are a walk in the park

- “Woah, they like make dragon dicks that you can actually ride?”

- Favorites are Ophiuchus the Forgotten, Spyro Slim, and the twilight Moon

- He likes textures so anything with more ridges and bumps the better!

- Likes ones that seem normal. He’s a sneaky fucker so hidden in plain sight is great

- Like oh you thought this was a regular lipstick? Nope! A bullet vibe

- Has like 6 of these in your purse at all times

- Annoying as will pull a “hey can I talk to ya for a sec?”

- And then lead you into a secluded area and shove a toy in you while having his mouth do the heavy lifting

- “Mmm~ taste better when you’re this scared.”

- Someone get his ass 🙄😒

- Let’s you fuck him but like you’re a service top at most

- Not very try willing to give up power because that means he looses the game

- Will tie you up and ride you

- Puts on his most slutty performance and really lets himself get whiny

- As soon as he unties you it’s a chance to get him

- Like oh so anyway we’re not done🥰 now you can’t touch

- Will send you links to stores asking you what you think

- “Check out this dark souls one”

- “Yo, baby who the FUCK is that going to fit inside”

- “:((( but it glows in the dark”

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[beachbabe000]

My Brothers Girl // Christopher sturniolo

summary: You're in a relationship with Matt, but you're slightly unhappy with some aspects. One night those needs are met, but not by Matt.

Warnings: Smut, cheating, relationship between brothers and y/n, fingering, enemies to lovers, use of y/n

There will be multiple chapters of this story.

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part 2

Chpt. 3

y/n

It’s been two weeks since the last incident. I have been feeling the tension between me and Chris every day I’m there. I’ve started staying at my house a lot more and having Matt come there. The feelings of guilt have been over taking me every day and I just can’t bring myself to tell him what’s happened. And it seems like Chris can’t either. This is killing me.

I’m staying at their place tonight and I need to talk to Chris. We need to figure this out.

Walking in the front door I kick my shoes off as usual and head up to Matts room to drop my bag off. On my way to the stairs Chris is coming up as I’m about to go down. As we see each other my breath hitches. We stand there and stare at each other for a good 20 seconds, which doesn’t seem that long but god it felt like 20 minutes. I clear my throat “Hey” He responds “Sup” Then we walk past each other. I get to Matts room, He’s laying in bed on his phone. As I walk in he picks his head up. “Hey beautiful” He pats the spot next to him. I drop my things and walk over. Now that I’ve seen Chris again my thoughts and feelings are running crazy. My mood is off and Matt can tell. “Hey what’s wrong?” A look of concern comes across his face. I shake my head with a smile, he knows me so well there’d no way he couldn’t tell. “Nothing everything is fine” then I lay next to him and snuggle up. We lay like that for a while as we watched the tv he turned on after a minute of being in each other’s company.

I needed to see him. I don’t know what it is. My feelings are so high and I’m craving his touch. “Hey, I’m gunna go take a shower.” I say as I lifted out of the bed. “Okay. Don’t take too long.” He rubs my back as I get up. I smiled at him and grab some clothes before walking out of the room.

I head down the hallway and stop at Chris’s door. I stand there basically contemplating my life at this point. Do I go in? Or do I just push it all aside and go shower, let all this go? I stand there for at least a minute arguing with myself in my head. My anxiety rises with every second. I’ve raised my hand about five times to knock.

Suddenly the door opens, and we’re left there staring straight at each other. In shock. After a few seconds he holds out his hand, and as if second nature I take it. He pulls me into his room and the decision was made then and there.

No words were spoken. I dropped my clothes on the floor, and he pulled me straight to his bed. We kissed as we neared it and I fell into his lap straddling him. We got lost in each other. It was like the world completely stopped and all I could focus on was my lips on his. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him closer. The intensity between us was insane. We kissed each other passionately for a while. I broke away eventually. “Chris.” I said, catching my breath breathing deeply. “We have to do something about this.” He nodded and spoke, “Lets just have this moment.” And pulled me in again.

The passion between us was crazy and neither of us knew what we were doing but we couldn’t stop. He fell back taking me with him. I started grinding my hips onto his. He groaned and threw his head back, breaking the kiss. “God damn it.” He looked back up at me. “I need this all the time.” I went back to his mouth colliding with my mouth with his again. We grinded into each other for what felt like hours.

He reached down and grabbed the edge of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. “I don’t have much time. I need to shower before going back.” I breathed into his mouth.

“Then let’s go shower ma.” He said, pushing me off of him and grabbing my hand, pulling me towards the door. I picked my clothes up hurriedly on the way out of the door. I was so caught up in everything I couldn’t stop.

We made it to the bathroom, and he pushed me against the door, shedding the rest of my clothes off, and his as well.

Not letting go of my hip he backed to the shower and turned it on. We kissed for another minute before he pulled the curtain to the side and picked me up, placing me into the tub. He followed swiftly closing the curtain behind him. Once we were in, he immediately backed me into the shower wall. We made out for a minute my arms around his neck and his fingers digging into my hips. He picked me up and I threw my legs around his hips.

He couldn’t contain himself anymore and before I knew it he was inside me. We both gasped and groaned. He started thrusting in and out of me rapidly, holding my legs as he did. The moans kept escaping my mouth and became louder by the second. He reached up and covered my mouth. His eyes closing and head tilting down and into my neck. “Fuuuck” He whispered/groaned into my neck. His thrusts became faster and harder. He uncovered my mouth out of loss of control and grabbed my legs again. I needed more. “Fuck me like you mean it babe.” I whispered into his ear. That sent him over the edge, and he thrusted harder. My body moving up and down against the wall of the shower. I tried so hard to keep my moans silent, my lips between my lips.

Then, we heard the door open. He stopped immediately still inside me. Our eyes widened and we stared at each other in shock for a second. “Hey y/n, I’m just gunna use the bathroom really quick. Don’t worry I won’t flush I don’t want you to freeze to death.” We heard Matt chuckle. I strained to talk, out of breath, “Okay, go ahead.”

After he was done, I saw a hand reach towards the curtain. “Please don’t” I said too rashly. The hand stopped. “Um, are you okay? Why can’t I see you?”

I stared at Chris for a second, stammering for words. He mouthed at me to help. “I uh, I’m just feeling a bit like I need alone time right now babe.” My eyes still on Chris’s him nodding in approval of what I was saying, the words that matched what he mouthed to me. “Oh okay, well I’m excited to see you when you’re done. Take the time you need love.”

Once we heard the door open and close again the breath, we were both holding came out. His head went into my neck and mine on top of his head. He was still holding me up, his cock still deep inside me. The mood was completely ruined. He set me back down onto my feet. Neither of us satisfied, for both the event that just happened and then the guilt hitting us again.

“y/n, we do need to figure this out. We can’t keep holding this from him. He’s my brother I can’t do this anymore.” I nodded in agreement. “So, what should we do?” my arms are still around his neck as we’re looking into each other’s eyes. “We need to tell him.” He answered. The words we both already knew but didn’t want to say out loud. “Fuck.” I breathed out, putting my head onto his chest.

[leathermouthproxies]

Proxy boys with afab sub reader smut headcanons

This was on Ao3 first so follow me there to keep up with my full length fics. Anyways here's my headcanons from hardest to softest doms. 

Masky

Names he likes being called: Sir. Pretty much insists on it in bed

Names he likes to call reader: pet, kitten or puppy, whore, doll, little girl

Kinks: Brat Taming, bondage, weapon play, pet play, likes seeing you wearing tail plugs, so anal, CNC, size kink, predator and prey play, squirting, choking, breeding, huge sadist, impact play, will smack you if you're ok with it, having you hump his leg or boot

Tits or ass: Ass Fav position: mating press, your knees behind your head

Giving or receiving head: RECEIVING

He loves being completely in control, overstimulating you, humiliating you (he loves seeing you all flustered), degrading you, forcing you to squirt over and over, just completely using and destroying you, also loves seeing you wear things that claim you as his, like a collar or a necklace with his name on it. Likes playing little games with you, tag, hide and go seek, grabbing you from behind when you don't know he's there, gets a rise out of you being scared.

“Little whore loves getting fucked stupid huh?” “Aww did stupid forget how to talk? Come on kitten you've only cum 3 times I know you can give me some more.” "You know how happy Tim will be when I breed our baby into you? He loves seeing my bimbo be his domestic little wife." "I bet the neighbors know my name"

This man is literally a demon possessing Tim like how can he GO FOR SO LONG

Tim usually fronts for after-care. If Masky ever stops on his own his aftercare consists of him bringing you water, pulling you up on his chest, and praising you, which makes you flustered, which makes him hard, which then usually leads to round 2. Or 3. Or 4. Or until Tim fronts and sees you as a puddle of drool and tears and raspy moans under him.

Brian

Daddy. HUGE daddy dom

Princess, darling, baby girl, pretty, little girl

dd/lg, recording (exhibitionism), will ask for pictures or videos of you masturbating if he's out of the house for more than like. An hour. Has definitely asked Tim or Masky to record them fucking you for him to watch, so voyeurism, squirting but like not in an AGGRESSIVE way like Masky, praising, marking, bondage, having you grind on his leg or knee, mirrors, freak ass hoe for sure has a mirror across from and above the bed, lil bit of choking but again not as hard as Masky does it, creampies (seriously these guys love to cum inside you better get yourself an iud), edging

Tits

Standing (mans takes advantage of the operator strength), missionary, really anywhere that's not in a bed, kitchen counter, couch, car, against a tree in the forest, just in any position that he can pop a titty in his mouth or leave a hickey on your neck.

Honestly its 50/50 with oral, thinks you're adorable when he eats you out but also loves when you gag on his cock

Loves being completely in control but not in a forceful way like Masky, more in a “I want to see you melt under me” kind of way. Honestly he's so good at making you melt that you're not as bratty with him as you are with Masky. Still kind of bratty tho. While Masky likes forced orgasms, Brian loves edging you until you're begging and babbling. LOVES to praise you, loves when you're good for him, doesn't like to punish you but will turn into a hard dom if you get bratty or cum without permission.

 “Such a pretty baby, gunna milk daddy's cock dry princess?” "Oh, were you close? I'm sorry baby girl, let's try that again." "Wave to the camera darlin', you know the other boys love when you look 'em in the eye." "Are you cum drunk already angel? That's okay, just let your daddy take care of you. You're so cute when you're all fucked out like this" "daddy's little princess"

Masky can fuck for hours but Brian loooves foreplay, he can toy with you for hours

Hoodie's the king of aftercare but Brian’s a close runner up

Will clean you up or carry and hold you in the shower if you want, make you go pee, bring you water or tea, wrap you both in a blanket, make sure he didn't cross any lines, be super soft with you, kiss kiss kiss kiss kISS

Toby

Listen to me

Hear me out HEAR ME OUT

I know we all think toby is a sub

And YES he looks like he gets pegged.

But I am telling you. I AM TELLLINNNG YOU.

This is not the case.

My boy is UN FUCKING HINGED

Ok

Cool with anything you want to call him, but his favorite is when you scream his name

Toby canonically comes from German ancestry and idk if the creator went further into that but I like to think his mom and dad are German immigrants, and toby has been to Germany to visit family so he can speak fluent German.

Bro be babblin’ shit out. Engel, babe, schätzchen, slut, sexy, schnucki, cum dump, mein angebetete, bunny, schatz, sweetheart, mieze, I mean he has tourettes so he really just calls you whatever comes to mind, accidentally called you manic pixie dream girl unironically one time and Tim still makes fun of him for it

Marking, biting, being bit, blood play, honestly probably period sex, he's a freak man fr, weapon play for sure, face shots, he would cover your entire body in his cum if he could cum that much, loves experimenting, having power over you, manhandling, VERY rough in bed, usually just from being over excited and not knowing what hurts people

Definitely accidentally blurted out that he would eat you if he could one time Was hot in the moment but he had some explaining to do during after care

We love our little cannibal don't we folks

Tits guy but loves shoving your face into the mattress and pulling your ass up into him, shower sex, again willing to try any position once

Loves the taste of you and will eat it like a demon but HUGE fan of getting some sloppy top. And I mean SLOPPY. He loves when you drool and gag

This guy just loves sex. Loves seeing you squirm under him, loves using you like his sex doll, probably calls you that too. Mans gets excited and VOCAL.

Toby also doesn't stutter in the original story but you know what? Eat my ass we have all headcanoned a stutter. It just lessens when he's confident- ie: making you his bitch. Although he still has tourettes and apparently disorganized speech as a symptom of his schizophrenia.

“Ich-ich möchte d-d-den, um, rest mein-n-nes lebensss mit dir vvver–rbringen” "hey y/n- pretty baby gonna make you scream tonight- hav-ve you sssseen my sch-ch-etch book“ "Ich w-w-w-erde dich für immmmer und ewig lieb-ben.” “JESUS-god-FUCK youre sssexy” “toby its 9 in the morning.” “Du siehst verboten gu-gut aus” "whore whorrre wh-h-hore yes fuck perfect whore aren't you?" "Your blood tastes so good." “Y-yeah, du liebst diesen schwanz in dir, nicht wahr hure?”

Sorry it's all German I just feel like he gets so in the moment that he kind of goes out of body and doesn't even realize what he's saying

His after care is kissing you all over your entire face and then conking the fuck out on your tits. Will more than likely wake up hard and ready again. If he doesn't pass out after the kisses he will open ubereats and ask what you want LOL

Hoodie

Ok Hoodie and Tim are on the same level of dom-ness but hoodie is more protective so he goes first

One thing he and Brian have in common: daddy. Hoodie also likes sir

Hoodie is usually non verbal but will talk sometimes when he's feeling particularly passionate, usually in a very monotone and even tone

When he does talk he calls you sickly sweet names

My love, precious, perfect

Collars, long makeout seshes, stomach bulging/ size kink. Tummy shots. Tummy. Shots. Loves putting you in pretty dresses OR his hoodie. He doesn't really have a lot of kinks, he just loves making love to you for hours. That's right you're not getting fucked when you're with him you're getting made LOVE to

.Feet. LMFAOOOOO

Usually tried to keep it on the downlow but one time while he was fucking he had your feet on his shoulders and. Suddenly he had a toe in his mouth before he could stop himself

Toby heard about it and now one of his tics is "foot boy" One time the guys were staking out a target in a mall when Toby looked at Brian and instantly yelled "FOOT BOY FOOT BOY". Tim laughed so hard he cried. They had to leave.

Brian hates Hoodie so much.

Anyways

Dude is EXTREMELY gentle with you, seriously treats you like you're made of glass. Also if this were a cartoon his eyes would turn into hearts every time he looked at you

He usually likes when you're on top, sitting on his lap while he told you close

But he will also HAPPILY oblige with anything you ask forAs long as you feel good that's all he wants

This guy

This fucking guy

Will eat.

For an eternity if you let him.

I am serious sometimes he eats until you safeword, like you RARELY have to safeword with any of the boys and the only time you ever had to with Hoodie is when he eats you out to the point where you literally feel like you're going to pass away. It’s kind of rare for him to not listen to your “ok I can't take it anymore”’s but sometimes he just can't get a hold of himself, it's like he goes out of body. Will end everything and go full aftercare mode for the safe word though.

He just loves to love you, he's the most protective, will carry you anytime you let him, always wants to be touching you, will do anything to make you happy even if it's not necessarily a good idea

If he witnesses someone be mean to you he WILL kill them of you don't explicitly tell him not to

Masky has to wait for Brian to front or send Hoodie out of the house to fuck you

This rule was made because one time Hoodie fronted while Masky was doing some impact play and Hoodie heard you scream. Hoodie almost choked Masky to death. It was a whole thing. It also turned into a 3 way. Anyways.

Point is you ask for the moon he'll bring you the whole solar system Thinks your whimpers are the cutest shit in the entire world, LOVES your soft little quiet moans

Again, really doesn't talk much, keeps things short and simple if he really has to speak

You think the longest sentence you've heard Hoodie say is when you asked if he could get some snacks while he was at the grocery store and while putting his shoes on he deadpan replied "I would eat a lightbulb if you asked me to." You took that as a yes.

But sometimes he says little worships and sweet nothings during sex

Now HOODIEHE is the king of aftercare

Goes super soft, again acts like you're made of glass, will gently lay you back down on the pillows, clean you off or carry you into the shower, again make sure you pee (ladies always take a girl-piss after sex), get you ice if you have bruises (usually from the other guys) hold you close and cover you both with the blankets, one of the rare times he talks is to ask you what you need from him, and again he will give you ANYTHING

He's so girl coded

Tim

Tim and hoodie have a lot in common actually

Again, daddy

I'm sorry they're all daddy af

Bear, teddy bear, handsome

Honey, doll, baby, darlin’

Just loves sweet lazy sex, but also not really because he loves spanking LOL

Not really a kink but him and hoodie love seeing you in pretty little dresses and skirts, tights or knee high socks, loves pulling your skirt up and plowing you Loves seeing you do lil domestic things, LOVES fucking to music, worships your body, literally thinks you have the most perfect body, gagging, spanking, loves when you dress up for him, lingerie and the occasional costume, definitely likes when you have a toy in you while you go about your day, either plug or vibrator, back shots

Honestly probably goes for anal when him and Brian dp you, so definitely is into you wearing plugs

Thighs and ass

Bro looooves your thighs

Asks you to smother him with them like once a day

69ing, getting his face sat on, fucking while you guys are on your side, again soft and lazy

He can drill you into the mattress if asked but prefers it soft

Mans EATS.

Remember how I said he loves thighs and ass?

This is exactly why he wants you to sit on it face Also why he likes 69ing, you're usually focusing on him while you're sucking his fat ass cock so you don't notice when you accidently settle to much and put all of your weight on his face which is EXACTLY his plan

He has had to tap out a couple times from almost suffocating 

Anyways

Tim is obsessed with your body, wants it against him all of the time.

Cuddle. Fucking. MONSTER. 

Toby and Hoodie are clingy 24/7 but Tim really values alone time with you and takes full advantage by being all over you. He also takes the protective roll when Hoodie's not around. He loves his little wife (doesn't matter if you're not married you're his little wife)

Also I don't think Tim is really as shy as a lot of people make him out to be 

"Come sit that pretty ass on my cock, doll" "so soft and warm up against me baby" “Are you wearing all this just for me? Come give me a twirl, hun’” “please PLEASE just one chance I am on my knees BEGGING” “TIM I DON'T CARE IF YOU'LL GET HEALED I'M NOT BREAKING YOUR NECK WITH MY ASS”

Like I said Tim usually fronts mid fuck (well, is it mid fuck if you've been going for like 3 hours?) for Masky and kind of panics when he sees you SO fucked out It's kind of hot but he knows your ass is dehydrated

"Oh fuck, you good??"

 Definitely felt really guilty the first time he saw the state Masky put you in before you assured him you fully were into it

Will clean you, probably untie you, get you ice and painkillers, and then make sure Masky didn't cross any lines 

Masky is actually really good with consent, making sure things are okay before trying them for the first time, making sure you remember your safe word, but Tim still doesn't trust him 

But with Tim's soft sweet sex aftercare usually isn't needed He just gives you sweet kisses and then asks if you're hungry <3

[chapel-of-rizztual]

dearest rizz

may I humbly request some phantom ghoul thoughts? 🤲

maybe him doing some self care (wink wink)

Y’all know how much I love Phantom and his self care

Phantom woke up slowly, blinking away the sleep haze from his mind. The overly washed bed sheets of the hotel scratched at his sensitive skin and he let out a long yawn, rubbing his eye with his fist. He stretches, feeling his bones pop, and rolls into his belly to check the time on the old hotel clock. He lets out a gasp as his hard cock gets trapped between his belly and the mattress. He was hard. So unbelievably hard. His belly swoops at the sudden pressure on his cock and he can’t help the little moan he lets out. He circles his hips a little, letting out a small ‘oh’ when the pleasurable sensation rocket’s though his body and makes his head spin.

He whines as he rocks his hips against the mattress but the friction isn’t right, not quite enough. His cock throbs sadly where it’s trapped, hot and hard. He feels himself flush hot all over, sweat beading at the nape of his neck as he tries desperately to push his cock harder agains the flat surface of the mattress. 

He lets out an annoyed huff, pushing himself up so he’s kneeling on his knees, his cock standing up hard and proud between his thighs, an already irritated red tint coloured over him. He grabs the pillow his head had been resting on just seconds ago and wedges it between his legs, a small smile and a breathless moan leaving his lips as he settles into it. 

He suppresses a whine as the head of his cock gets dragged over the rough fabric, it feels so good already he can’t help the way his hips buck into it. “Oh, oh. Feels so good already.” He says to himself, nodding in agreement with himself. 

He lets out a deep shaky breath as he moves his hips in small circles, rutting against the pillow even more. 

“So nice.” He starts rutting his hips with a little harder, the pillow crinkling under the movements. He grinds down a little harder, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure that flows through him.  “Oh-oh- w-wanna cum.” His cock kicks in the pillow. “Please? Please can I cum? I’ve been a good boy.” 

He flops down, his shoulder hitting the mattress and buries his fave into the other pillow, letting out a choked off moan when he can small the remnants of Dew imbedded into the pillow. It had been two nights since Dew had snuck his way into his bed and made a mess of him, but the scent of cinnamon and firewood was still embedded deep into the fabric. 

He inhaled deeply, letting out a moan at the strong scent of Dew. His back arches almost on instinct, his tail raising high into the air to present himself.  “Oh-oh-Dew. Dew please-oh fuck- Dew, Dew, Dew- daddy.” 

His cock drools into the pillow making it wet and sticking. He’s making a mess, he knows it but he doesn’t care. If Dew was here he would make fun of him for it. He can hear him whispering in his ear, taunting him, calling him a mess and castling him pathetic for being so desperate. 

“Oh, daddy please. Dew, please let me cum.” He pants into the pillow. “I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m-oh shit- please.” 

His hand comes up to to his hair and he pulls desperatelyin time with his thrusting. The pleasure swirls through his body making tears well in his eyes, his thighs start shaking and he sobs out, rutting his cock into the pillow even harder.

“I’m- I’m so close. I’m so- oh- daddy please. Im gunna- gunna cum, please let me Dew.” 

He ruts down into the pillow even harder, getting faster and faster. He cries out, still pulling on his hair.  “Dew, daddy, daddy, I’m gunna- I can’t stop, need to cum so bad.” 

Phantom whimpers, inhaling the pillow again and moaning when the smell of Dew has memories of being railed into the mattress by the fire ghoul flood his mind.  “Daddy, daddy, daddy. I’m- oh shit, fuck- I’m cumming, I’m cumming-cumming.” 

His whole body flushes red hot as he goes completely stiff as he cums, shooting off hot and sticky ropes into the pillow. 

“I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy.” He mumbles so himself as he comes down from his high. “Such a good boy, so good for daddy.”

 He ruts his softening cock through the sticky mess he’s just created until overstimulation and him tingly and whining. He flops down into the pillow, too exhausted to care about the mess and lets out a sight, finally feeling satisfied. He begins to drift off exactly like that, laying in his own mess with a satisfied smile on his face. 

Unbeknownst to Phantom, the hotel walls were thin, incredibly thin, and his hotel neighbour just so happened to be the one ghoul he was fantasising about. Dew listened to whole ordeal with one ear pressed to the wall, a hand around his cock and hand slapped over his mouth so he couldn’t make a sound. 

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Anything for You - Pt4

daemon x daughter!reader

Previous Parts

Summary: The remainder of your pregnancy goes smoothly as Daemon and you sequester yourselves on Dragonstone. He dotes on you and ensures that your needs and wants are met. You both visit Kings Landing to show off your child and the King offers you both something you never expected. 

Warnings: 18+ pregnant!reader, swearing, bondage, fingering, public, oral(f+m), nipple play, p in v, time skips, birth(the most chill birth fr), breast feeding

Authors Note: idk what happened but now it’s a miniseries 😵‍💫👩🏼‍💻 my friend asked me what the plot of this series was and I sent them one of the sexiest edits of short haired daemon i’ve ever seen saying “this is the plot” like bffr do i need one 🤔🤭

Word Count: 3.3k now 5.8k oopsies 

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It’s been two moons since the King and the Hand were foolish enough to try and take me from Daemon. He hasn’t allowed me out of his sight since and now more than ever since it’s become apparent I’m growing with his child. He usually keeps a hand pressed against my swollen stomach and bends down to whisper words of affection. 

“I just want to go for a walk in the gardens like I used to.” I pout looking up at my father. 

“Let me at least put a guard at every entrance and exit. If you must go without me then allow me at least this peace of mind.” he cups my face. My eyes start to water and his brows scrunch as his thumb quickly wipes them away. “What is wrong, sweet girl?” he searches my eyes. 

“They ruined my peaceful home.” I sniffle burying my head in his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me tightly. “I want it to be like it was,” I cry into his tunic. 

“Can daddy make you feel better?” he rubs my back and I nod my head. He leads me back to our bed and props me up against my mountain of pillows. He starts to slowly lift my skirts exposing my center to him. “I like that you’re always bare underneath here now. It makes it easier for me to please you.” he trails a single finger up my slit. 

He sits on the edge of the bed next to me and begins to untie the front of my dress allowing my breasts to spill out. I look up at him with pleading eyes as he brings his free hand up to cup one of my swollen breasts. His thumb brushes against my nipple and I whimper as he starts to slowly tweak it. I watch him lower his mouth to my hardened peak and my fingers tangle in his short locks. 

He looks up at me as his tongue lashes against my skin while his fingers start to swirl around my bud. I whine as he kisses across my chest before sucking my other nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze against it and I mewl holding him against my chest and I feel him smirk into my skin. My hips roll against his fingers and he kisses between my breast and down my swollen stomach. He settles between my legs and I pout that my fingers can’t reach his head over my bump. 

I grab onto one of the arms he has wrapped around my waist as he presses open mouth kisses up my thighs. His tongue softly licks at my bud and I buck into his face. He starts to quicken his pace while slowly pushing two fingers into me. My thighs quake on either side of his head as he continues to feast upon me. 

“Daemon, please,” my nails dig into his arm. My high builds quickly and with the curl of his fingers I burst across his face. He continues to lap at me while I whimper above him. His fingers languidly push into me slowly pulling pleasure from me. “Daddy,” I gasp as he starts to flick his tongue against my bud. He licks down to my entrance with his fingers still pushing into me and I press myself against his hot mouth. 

I bring my hands up to cup my breasts as I grind against his face. I trace my fingers around my nipples pulling soft gasps from my mouth. “I’m gunna, I-“ a pleasure filled sob falls from my lips as my high rips through me. When I finally come down Daemon is slowly kissing my bump before pulling my skirts back down. His lips press against my breasts and he lets his tongue circle my nipples before he ties the front of my dress back up. He kisses up my neck before claiming my lips. 

“Let me take you for a walk in the gardens.” he murmurs against my lips and I nod quickly.

He helps me up from the bed and begins to adjust my dress. He kneels down and helps me put my slippers on before rising and offering me his arm. He escorts me down the stairs and when we step outside I inhale the fresh air. A smile forms on my lips as the sun wraps us in its warmth. We begin down the stone path and I let the sounds of nature soothe me. 

“You are so beautiful.” I turn to Daemon at his words. 

“So are you.” I hum cupping his cheek. I admire his bright silver hair in the sun and the way his violet eyes always have that mischievous glint in them. He pulls me against him and places his lips on mine. We pull apart and he kisses my brow before we continue through the gardens. I bring him over to my bench and we sit together for a while watching the water. 

I turn my head and study my father, indulging in the fact that no one gets to see him in this form. His eyes have shut and he’s leaning back allowing the sun and breeze to kiss his face. His short hair is being ruffled by the wind which is also causing a soft blush to appear on his cheeks. My tongue darts across my lips as I admire him. I get off the bench surprisingly quietly and settle on my knees between his legs. He cracks an eye open and looks down at me with a smirk.

“What are you doing, my naughty little wife?” he spreads his legs wider for me and I bring my hands up to rest on his thighs. 

“I just wanna suck on you.” I pout my lips looking up at him. He groans as my hands slide up his thighs and begin to unlace his trousers. He pushes them down a bit and I shove my hand down them eager to free him. My hands wrap around him and he tosses his head back as I wrap my lips around his tip. I suck and swirl around the tip as he curses softly above me. I hum around him as my tongue flicks against the slit. 

“Fuck,” he groans when I look up at him. I pull my mouth off of him and offer his tip soft licks and watch his chest heave. He moans as I slowly sink my mouth down around his length and start to bob my head. I know he’s straining himself from taking control as I feel his thighs start to tremble under my arms. “Such a good girl.” he rasps, pushing back my hair. 

I pull my mouth off of him again and let my fingers wrap around him. I quickly stroke him and he pants looking at me with flushed cheeks. His hips jerk up into my hand as his length glides through it. I let my tongue brush against the tip of him and smile at his moans. 

“You torture me.” he grits out through his teeth. I wrap my mouth around his tip again and suck harshly as my hand continues jerking him and he shoots his pleasure down my throat. I look up at him watching as I swallow every drop he has to offer me. I slide my mouth off of him and help him back into his trousers. 

“Thank you.” I smile up at him and he helps me off of my knees and back onto the bench. 

“Mm, thank you, sweet girl.” he presses his lips against mine and pulls me closer as we watch the Bay below us. 

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I’ve been seeing the maester at least once a week now and he is sure that the babe will come within the next moon. I was sure I would feel more tense by the end of this pregnancy but I feel so at ease and content. Over the past three moons Daemon has been able to settle and things are how they once were. 

There’s more of a chill in the air now that the winter months are upon us. Most days I stay curled up by the hearth in our chambers. When I do want to go outside my father insists I bury myself in furs. Today I tried to sneak down the steps in only a cloak and his hand wrapped around my arm before I could make it a step past the main doors. 

“You’re lucky I can’t put you over my knees in your current state.” his hand rests across my ever growing bump. “Go put your furs on or you’re not leaving this castle.” he looks down at me sternly. 

“No.” I cross my arms and he raises his brows. 

“What do you mean no?” he has a hint of a smile on his lips. 

“I will go outside as I am.” I raise my chin at him. His fingers grab onto my chin and tilt my face up more. 

“You will not.” his eyes darken. “It’s cold.” his fingers tighten around my arm.

“It’s not.” I flare my nostrils. 

“Let’s go.” he says lowly before tugging me back up the stairs. He shuts the doors to our chambers and starts to lead me through them. I scrunch my brows when he leads me past my wardrobe and out onto our balcony. He turns me around and unties my dress before pushing it down to pool on the stone floor. He turns me towards him and watches as my skin prickles in the breeze. “Are you cold, sweet girl?” he tilts his head letting his hands rest on my waist and I’m silently thankful for his warmth. 

“No.” I purse my lips looking up at him. 

“Why are these so hard then?” he taunts, capturing my nipples between his fingers. “Hm?” he watches me squirm. I squeeze my thighs together and he chuckles before removing one of his hands from my chest. He pinches my nipple hardly right before he lands his free hand onto my ass. I scoot closer to him and he lets his hand move from my breast down between my thighs as he brings his other hand down upon my cheek again. 

“Please,” I gasp as his fingers swirl around my bud. He chuckles before he pulls his hand away and I look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Is it cold outside?” he looks down at me with a raised brow. 

“No.” I shake my flushed cheeks no longer cold. He barks out a laugh and leads me out further onto the balcony. 

“Put your hands on the rails.” I press my palms into the stone at his words. He pulls my hips back and spreads my legs before rubbing between them. He slips two fingers in and I cry out into the sky. His thumb brushes against my bud everytime he slams his fingers into me. His other palm comes down on my cheeks and I push back into him digging my nails into the stone. 

“Daem-Daddy, please,” my words slurred as I start to pulse around his fingers. He pulls me up against his chest as I catch my breath. He presses his lips against my neck and I lean back into him. 

“Ready for more?” he purrs and I nod my head. “Do you want to go inside or stay out here?” I feel his smile against my skin. 

“Stay out here.” my voice a whisper and he turns my head to capture my lips. 

“You’re fucking perfect.” he murmurs as he places one last kiss on my lips. “Put your hands back on the rail.” he turns me around and I get back into the same position. I hear him unlacing his trousers and his hands are digging into my cheeks as he spreads them. He slowly starts to press his tip into my core and I moan loudly. “Trying to make sure the whole island hears how good I fuck you?” he starts a pace that leaves me gasping. 

“Yes, yes, please,” I whine. His fingers dig into my hips and pound me back into him. With every snap of his hips the sound of our skin echos off the stone along with my whimpers. The cool breeze licks across my skin and I push back into Daemon. I groan at the friction and he rolls his hips into mine. “Yes,” I moan loudly, gripping onto the railing. 

“Gods, you sound like a common whore.” he grips my ass and I whine pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts. My high slams through me unexpectedly and he lets out curses holding me against him as he pours into me. We catch our breath, still clinging to each other and he dips down to my ear. “Is it cold outside?” his lips press against my neck. 

“No.” I bite my lip to hold in my giggle. 

“Get inside.” he pulls out of me causing a soft moan to fall from my lips. I start to walk back into our chambers and I hear the crack before I feel the sting on my cheek. I put my hand on my ass and turn around at him and scowl. “Go lay on the bed.” he smirks down at me. 

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My eyes open just before dawn and I sit up and look out the window. I brush off Daemon's arms and go to rest my cheek across the cool stone of the balcony doorway as the sun begins to rise. Our chambers are slowly cast into a golden light and as I turn I see him sitting up watching me. 

“You look radiant.” his voice raspy. 

“I think the babe is coming.” I rest my hand on my stomach with a smile. 

“What do you mean?” he’s towering over me the next second. 

“We should get the maester.” I pull him down into a kiss. I don’t feel any need to rush but I know once everything is set up I’ll be ready. 

“Are you okay?” his brow furrows as he places his hands on my stomach. “How do you know? Are you in pain?” he starts to bring me over to the bed. 

“I feel the pressure.” I nod. “Just go get the maester.” I look up at him. 

“I will not leave your side.” he shakes his head. He has the guard go find the maesters and he comes back to my side. “Come lay back down.” he sighs, seeing me over by our wardrobe and linen. 

“We need towels for the bed. I need to get the blanket for the babe. I have a dress I want on for after.” I grab things at my own pace as he continues to rest a hand on my back. 

“Are you going mad? Why are you so calm?” he searches my face. 

“Because I feel safe and cared for.” I cup his cheek. “I’m not in pain. I’m excited to meet our babe.” I nod at him. 

“Please sit and let me gather the things you need.” he looks at me with pleading eyes. The maester walks into our chambers and I smile at him. 

“Why do you think you’re starting your labors, Princess?” the maester looks me over. 

“I can feel the pressure. The comings and goings of the pains. It’s tolerable but the babe will be here soon.” I nod with certainty. “Please grab the towels for me.” I look at Daemon. He spreads them out on the bed and I walk back over to the wardrobe to find the blanket. I smile, bringing it to me and hugging it tightly. I pull my dress off the hanger and place it on the chair for the midwives to help me into after. 

“A dress for after birth.” my father shakes his head and helps me lay back into bed. “How are you feeling?” he lays next to me. 

“Excited. Relaxed. Ready.” I hum and press my lips against his. He presses his lips against my forehead and looks to the maester. 

“I’m going to check and see if you’re ready.” the maester looks at me and I nod. He helps me prop my legs up and looks back up to me with a scrunched brow. “You’re ready. Are you truly in no pain princess?” my midwives flock to my sides with wet cloths to cool me if needed. 

“No, I don’t have any pain.” I shake my head and grab Daemon’s hand. 

The midwives breathe with me and I begin to push. The pressure of pushing became a little overpowering and I let a couple curses leave my mouth but after three pushes my babe lets out a cry and the maester is offering Daemon a blade to cut the cord. He wraps the babe in a blanket and brings them down to my arms. 

“A son.” he presses his lips to my brow. “You’ve given me a son.” 

“You are so handsome.” I coo pulling the blanket down to run a finger down his cheek. “What should we name him?” I look up at Daemon who is looking down at me with reverence. 

“Aelon.” he wraps his arm around the babe and curls next to me. “My family.” the maesters and the midwives start cleaning up and let us have a couple moments to ourselves. They come back over to clean the babe and help me change. 

“Princess you needn’t wear such finery after that.” a midwife murmurs as she slips the silk over my head. 

“I like the way silk feels on my skin. Might you call my handmaidens. I wish for my hair to be braided.” I hum dismissing her. 

“No need, sweet girl.” my father hums coming to my side. “I will braid your hair for you.” he presses a kiss to the side of my head. He guides me back to the bed that’s been stripped of the towels and lined with fresh ones. I lay back and sigh contently as I sink into the feather bed. 

They bring Aelon back into my arms and Daemon takes a seat next to us. I pull my top down and allow him to feed. Daemon watches us in awe and my handmaidens flood into the room with drinks and foods to offer me. They leave me with everything I could possibly need before shutting the doors and leaving the three of us to bond. 

“I’ll be right back.” he walks to the table and pours me a glass of water and brings it over to me. He returns to the table once more and brings me an assortment of food and I smile as he walks away once more. This time to my vanity to retrieve my brush and ties for my hair. 

“Thank you.” I hum as he joins me back in bed and begins to run the brush through my hair. His deft fingers quickly put two plaits in my hair before tying them off. He looks down at me and Aelon who is fast asleep in my arms. “I love you.” I look up at him.

“I love you.” he presses his lips against mine before wrapping his arms around me. We watch Aelon sleep for a while before we set him in his crib to sleep. Once we get back into bed I rest against Daemon and allow myself to rest with a smile on my face that when I wake it’ll be with my husband and son. 

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One moon after birth 

I coo and press kisses against Aelon’s cheeks as he smiles and babbles in my arms. I continue to walk us through the gardens and stop and let his little hands grab onto some of the flowers. He plucks the flowers and throws them behind my shoulder as I bring us under the cover of the twisting trees. We emerge on the other side of the garden and I smile as my bench comes into view. 

I curl us up on the bench and smooth down his silver hair that’s being blown astray. His fingers grab onto my hair and push it away before letting go and grabbing more. I press my lips to his forehead and wrap my arms around him inhaling deeply. He starts to wiggle in my arm and grab for something behind me. I slowly start to turn and beam when I see Daemon approaching. 

“Hello, my sweet little wife.” he hums, dipping down to press his lips against mine. “My handsome young man.” he scoops Aelon out of my arms and I watch them with a warm heart. I rise off the bench and walk to Daemon's side. 

“My handsome men.” I lean into his side as he tickles our son's neck causing him to squeal. 

“How are you feeling? Any lingering pain? Tenderness? The maester can hardly believe you gave birth but a moon ago.” he studies my face as I shake my head. 

“No pain. I wouldn’t say tender but more like,” I chew on my lip looking for the word. “Sensitive. Of course my breasts are tender. Our son’s appetite could rival an armies.” I chuckle pinching his cheeks. 

“Well if he ever saves some for me let me know.” his words cause a blush to rise up my chest to my cheeks. 

“I will.” my words barely a whisper as I look up at him. “It’s almost his nap time.” I grab Daemon's free arm and start to lead us back to the castle. 

My handmaidens are at my side the moment I enter the hall and offer to take Aelon for his nap. I thank them and allow my father to lead us back up to our chambers. I sink back into my chaise in front of the hearth and he towers over me looking over every inch of my body. 

“You are so very beautiful, sweet girl.” he lets his fingers brush against my cheeks. “I miss you.” his voice is full of want and I bite my lip, batting my eyelashes up at him. 

“You’re with me almost every hour out of the day.” a serpentine smile spreads across his features at my words. 

“You know what I mean.” he kneels on the floor next to me. “It’s been almost a moon. You know I’m not a very patient man but it is not my desire to cause you pain. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” my want begins to pool in my small clothes at his words. My desire has been continuously building over the past moon as well. 

“Maybe we could just start with you beneath my skirts?” his eyes darken and his hands make their way to my legs quickly. “See how it feels and go from there?” I look at him in question and he nods his head disappearing beneath my skirts. 

He presses his lips against my thighs and I softly gasp above him fisting my skirts. His hands wrap around my waist and scoot me forward before his lips are pressing against my small clothes. His tongue darts out and licks up my covered core and I shutter above him. He starts to tug them down my legs and I shake as I feel his warm breath on my core. He presses his lips to my bud and I moan loudly. 

“Yes, daddy,” I whine as he starts to softly lap at my bud. My hips start to roll against him and he pulls me closer to his mouth. His tongue slides down to my core and I let out a strained cry. “Please, try a finger,” I whine and he groans into my core. He slowly presses a long finger into me and my breath catches as my pleasure continues to build. Between the slow movements of his tongue and fingers I’m falling apart on my chaise. He slowly comes out from beneath my skirts with a wet face and smile. 

“How was that?” he searches my face. 

“I want more.” I grab his hand and he chuckles. 

“Later. Aelon will be up soon and we have a boat being prepared for us.” I pout at his words and allow him to help me up. 

My handmaidens come into our chambers a handful of minutes later and begin to help me prepare for our travels. I’ve been dreading going to King's Landing but my father seems to think the King will see reason when he sees our babe. We’re only visiting for a couple days but even an hour is enough for me. I still think about how poorly the last time went when the King sent his men to take me. 

“You have nothing to worry about.” Daemon comes over and kisses my brow. “No harm will come to you or Aelon. I promised you this moons ago and I promise you this again. You both are safe.” he pulls me into his embrace and I begin to relax in his arms. 

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My father steps out onto the dock first and offers me his hand to help me and Aelon walk onto the wooden surface. The common folk and fishermen look at us with wide eyes and when my father turns around and faces them they avert their eyes quickly. Men from the Kingsguard approach us and Daemon steps in front of me and our son. 

“We’re here to help escort you to the Keep, my Prince and Princess.” he nods his head and walks over to a covered carriage. 

“Mm.” my father nods his head and keeps an arm wrapped around me as he escorts me to the carriage.

He helps me settle into the seat and makes sure Aelon is content before dipping his head down and entering the carriage with us. He shuts the door with a snap and the carriage starts to move forward at once. He looks at me with a smile and pulls the linen to the side so Aelon can look at the city passing by us. The carriage begins to slow as we make it through the main gates to the Keep. 

Daemon helps us out of the carriage and keeps an arm wrapped around me tightly. Aelon is resting on my hip that’s closest to Daemon and he looks down at us as if to make sure we’re still here and safe. Lords and Ladies pass by us in the courtyard and I can feel their eyes and almost hear their whispers. I start to frown and my father starts to escort me into the Keep. The Kingsguard leads us to the throne room and I watch with a soft smile as Aelon looks around taking in his new surroundings. 

As we approach the throne room the Kingsguard pushes the doors open for us and shuts them once we pass the threshold. The King is seated upon the stairs whispering quickly to the Hand. Their heads turn to us and a smile spreads across the King's face. He groans, rising from his jagged chair and walking down the steps. He stops in front of us and his eyes lock onto Aelon. 

“What a handsome Prince of the realm. May I?” he holds his hands out for Aelon and I look up at my father who nods his head. I pass Aelon to the King who pinches his cheeks and Aelon smiles bringing his small hand up to the King's face. “What is his name?” 

“Aelon.” Daemons face softens looking at our son. 

“After our parents?” the King looks up at him with a twinkle in his eyes. My father nods slightly and the King laughs. “I never thought you would be so sentimental.” I watch my fathers nostrils flare and I wrap my arm around him. “How were your labors?” the King looks down at me. 

“Quick with little pain.” I smile up at him softly. 

“That’s lovely to hear.” he nods at me. “I’m sure you’ll cause your parents plenty of trouble as you grow.” he tickles Aelon’s belly before handing him to Daemon. “Look at you both.” he shakes his head. “Come.” he nods us over to the small table at the bottom of the steps. 

“I hope your travels were safe.” the Hand offers and my father scoffs. 

“We’ve had many moons to think on our actions. We took the wrong steps and it’s caused such a divide. Our house must remain strong. I hope you accept my apology and congratulations.” the King looks between us. “I want to offer you Dragonstone, Daemon. You’ve lived there for years before the war and now you’ve grown a family in it after the war. It’s more yours than anyone else’s.” we stare at the King at a loss for words. 

“Brother, I,” Daemon searches his eyes. 

“I will recognize and confirm your marriage. You both will have Dragonstone to rule over as you see fit. I wish to make amends and peace. Please allow me to do so.” my eyes start to well with tears as he looks between the three of us. 

“You honor us. Thank you.” I quickly wipe away a stray tear. 

“You mean this? Truly?” Daemon asks from next to me. 

“I do.” the King nods. 

Daemon gets up and walks around the table. The Hand tenses and I watch as the King slowly pushes back his chair and rises. He looks up at my father who leans down and wraps his arms around him. The King wraps his arms around him in answer and I hear them softly whispering to each other. 

“You’re a good man. A good husband.” the King nods and my fathers brows scrunch. “Be happy, Daemon. Content even.” he pats my fathers back and I watch with a soft smile. Aelon begins to babble in my arms and Daemon returns to my side. “Go, I'll see you three for supper.” the King nods at us and my father escorts us up to my old chambers. 

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The supper with the King and his family went better than expected. Everyone fussed over Aelon who was more than happy to bounce from lap to lap. As we walked back up to my chambers my old handmaidens flocked to my side cooing and preening over Aelon and offered to take him for the evening. I offered them a quiet thanks as they brought him to the nursery with the other babes. 

“Princess of Dragonstone.” Daemon hums after sealing us into my chambers. “I want to fill the halls of our castle with our children.” he comes to tower over me. 

“Then you must fill me first, my Prince.” he lifts me into his arms at my words and walks us over to the bed. 

“I plan to.” he lets me slide down his body before quickly turning me and unlacing my gown. 

He pushes the fabric down my body and turns me to him, leaving me in my slip. I reach my hands out and start to pull his tunic off and he pulls it the rest of the way off. He lets my hands press against his toned torso and press my lips across his skin. My fingers start to pull at the laces of his trousers and he grunts as I push them down. He quickly kicks them off and my hand wraps around his length. 

He captures my lips as I quickly start to pump him and he wraps his hand around mine. He lays me back on the bed and slowly starts to pull my slip up. I lift my arms up and he twists the silk slip on my wrists and quickly ties it to the headboard. I look up at him with pleading eyes as he sits back and watches me squirm. 

“Mm, is my wife all tied up?” he tilts his head crawling over me. 

He dips his head down and encases one of my nipples. I whimper above him at his teasing licks and I clench my thighs together. He continues to shower my breasts with attention and my breath starts to come out in gasps as my fingers pull on the silk. He brings his mouth to my other nipple and I arch up into him as my pleasure washes through me. 

“Fuck, sweet girl. You are sensitive.” he blows softly on my hardened peaks and I whine looking at him.

“Daddy, please,” I push my chest up to him and he lets his tongue teasingly trail over my nipple. 

He rolls his hips into me and I mewl as his length slides through my wetness. He continues to grind into me and with every brush of his tip against my bud I’m whimpering. My hands pull against the silk as soft pleas fall from my mouth. He starts to hump into me faster and I arch up into him coming undone once more. 

“Do you think you can come if I tell you too?” he smirks against my breast as I tremble beneath him. “What does my good girl want? Hm?” he kisses up my neck while slowly rolling his hips. 

“Please, please,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Your sweet little cunt is just crying for daddy’s cock.” he groans, lining himself up at my core. 

He slowly pushes into me and my toes curl as I pull against the silk. His pace is slow and his breath comes out in pants. He lets out soft curses in between his moans and I feel my stomach start to coil. His lips press against mine as he rocks into me while wrapping my legs around his waist. I whine into his mouth as I start to pulse around him. 

“Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans spilling his seed into me. 

He reaches up and undoes the silk and my hands grip onto his shoulders as he stays buried deep inside me. The rest of the night we stay lost in each other. Once we’re both spent In trembling in his arms as our pleasure seeps between my thighs.

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Hello! I have a requesttttttt…

Could you possibly write a JJ x Reader where the team just finished a case and are celebrating with a night out, and whilst the fun activities that clubbing/bars include… another woman starts hitting on and dancing with reader and JJ gets really jealous…

Could possibly include JJ and reader dancing together 😝

Can end however you’d like! But I’d love to see your take on this idea!

Of course, if you’re busy or don’t feel like writing this, thats totally cool too, thanks!

I love this idea sm!! And thank you for the request!

Summary: A girl started flirting with you at the bar, JJ get jealous and comes to rescue you

Word Count: 937

Jealous JJ, fluff, kissing

Pairings: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Sorry it isn’t very long!!

Reader pov:

I’m sitting at my desk filling out an after action report for the case we just closed when I hear a door swing open and Rossi walk out.

“Okay I’m so done with reports and I’m sure you all are too, who’s up for a drink? I’m buying the first round!” He walks down to the lift after saying this and we all collectively scramble to put away our things.

“Ugh I’m so happy he saved us from that, our desks are so far away it’s u fair I couldn’t even talk to you.” I hear a familiar voice complain from behind me. I turn around to see my gorgeous girlfriend JJ.

“Agreed, now, let’s go I really need a drink.” She giggled at my response and clasped my hand in her own and we headed out the bau with the rest of the team.

Time skip to when they’re at the bar:

JJ pov:

“SHOTS OMG LETS DO SHOTS!” I hear Penelope yell over the loud music.

“Ooh yeah let’s do shots!” I hear Emily respond to her. They both head off to the bar to go get their respective drink while I stay seated still nursing my cocktail. Y/n was sitting to my right, Rossi was across from us, Spencer was next to him and the rest of the team was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

“Come dance with me Jayj, please!” My girlfriend pleaded with me, using her best puppy eyes. In all honesty I was far too tired to dance right now, and my cocktail hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

“Maybe in a bit babe, alright?” I hear her huff at my answer but comply nonetheless.

“Okay fine, I’m just going to dance with Derek first a bit then!” She cheerfully skips off and starts dancing with Derek. I giggle at the fact she peeled a girl off him just so they could dance together, he would not be happy about that.

I sit back in my chair a bit and watch as Penelope and Emily come back with the shits they ordered, clearly not just for themselves.

“We knew you’d say no to shits so we got you one anyway!” Emily explained as she sat a small glass in front of each of us, excluding Spence obviously. I put my glass down and picked up the smaller one with a questionably coloured liquid inside it but downed it with the rest of them anyway.

“Oh my god that’s.. oh god that strong.” I wince as the drink burn my throat. As I take a second to readjust to the sensation I look around and see y/n taking a break by the bar, but not with Morgan. A blonde who I’ve never seen before was cozying up to her side and whispering things in her ear. I could tell she was trying to ignore her but it still made my blood boil.

“Oh no, JJ’s jealous!” Rossi called out to everyone. Collectively all eyes then landed on my girlfriend and this woman at the bar.

“Oh damn JayJ she’s got your girl, what you gunna do?” I hear Morgan say to me as he walks up to the table.

“I’m going to wait a bit, see what happens.” Everyone shared a look that I didn’t care to analyse right now and went back to staring down this random blonde and sipping my drink.

After y/n was handed her drink she went back to the dane floor, I’m assuming to look for Derek, but instead she was met with two hands in her waist and a girl practicing grinding on her. That is my breaking point. She was visibly uncomfortable, what is with this girl?

“JJ!” Y/n shouted as she saw me approaching. I smiled sweetly at her and then glared at the woman now standing next her, with an arm resting on her hip.

“Uhm, who’s this?” The snarky girl asked. Y/n tried to sneak away from her to me but she was having none of it.

“I’m her girlfriend who are you?” The look of shock the flashed across this girls face was priceless. Instantly she let y/n/n go and she walked off.

“Hey are you okay?” I ask as she practically falls into my arms.

“Yeah I’m fine, just hated her.” I laughed at this then said, “You and me both. You’re mine, and no one else’s.” She looked into my eyes and gave me a small peck on the cheek and began to sway, with a shit eating grin on her face.

I smile at her antics and sway along with her. I pull her in by her hips and her arms find their way around my neck pulling my head to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like the world around us was drowned out. As if we were the only two people in this place, y/n/n had that effect on me. I tugged on her bottom lip and like clockwork she parted her lips to give my tongue entrance. We explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time again.

As we pulled away she smiled at me when her favourite song came on and her face lit up.

“OH MY GOD JAY WE HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS ONE!” I agree with her and we begin dancing together. Not with any real coordination, just enjoying ourselves.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Maybe I’m Not Scared of What You’re Thinking Of - Simon Lynch/Reader

Prompt: Don't you know what you mean to me?

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, friends to lovers, slow burn, growing friendship, angst, hurt/comfort, brief canon-related mention of violence, kissing, fully clothed grinding, kindness and praise makes Simon cry ;w;

Wordcount: 14270

Summary: It's a complete coincidence that you meet him, and even though he's a little weird and there's an anger in him fueled by pain, you know that you might be all he needs to be defused.

Notes: It's Simon's turn! I have a lot of feelings about Simon!! As soon as I saw his episode my heart went out to him a lot, he's so me-coded (aside from y'know the homicide lmao) and he really only needed someone to believe in him, so here's a whole ton of words about you doing just that QwQ I've also decided that this will be his own continued world like I did with Joshua, so any future stuff will take place during or after this~

You really regret accepting this blind date after the 30th straight minute comes and goes, your date still talking about himself on his side of the table.

He came highly recommended from your mother, the son of a friend of a friend of a co-worker, and it’s clear she did no actual research on him since you have nothing in common. You just keep smiling and sipping at your drink of choice, his words falling on deathly bored ears as he keeps trying to pitch his business to you, something about a private server for paying customers to get his advice or some dumb shit you haven’t seen a million times before. Sometimes you wished you’d been born in the past when things were simpler, because any idiot with a podcast and access to the internet always came to the same conclusion that they could be the Next Great Thing, and this guy definitely does not have what it takes.

He’s about to write down his contact info so you can check out his server right now, right in the middle of your date, his food cold in front of him as he just keeps choosing to talk instead of eat, and you just stare at him tearing off the paper to hand to you as you pray your souring expression isn’t giving you away too much. ‘Uh, sorry, I don’t have Facsimile,’ you lie as he holds it out to you, but it doesn’t dissuade him as he then says it’s super easy to sign up, he’ll help you. ‘No, I mean I’m not one for all these chatting apps, I prefer some good, old fashioned talking,’ you continue, another lie although not quite as much, for while you do prefer talking face to face, hence the date, you had so many chat apps on your phone to keep in contact with everyone that they had their own page on your home screen.

‘It’ll be worth it, trust me, I already have a bunch of guys giving their own presentations on my server, I’ll even give you a free week’s trial to check everything out, whattaya say?’ he asks, clearly more interested in expanding his brand than making any sort of actual connection with you, and this time you let your face scrunch up in pained awkwardness.

‘Yeah, it’s gunna have to be a no, sorry,’ you cringe, and his smile slowly falls as he crumples up the paper and stuffs it inside his expensive name brand jacket, obviously bought to show off to everyone how ‘successful’ he was.

‘Fine, no it’s fine, I just thought you were smarter than that,’ he grumbles just on the border of passive aggressively, your eyebrows rising as your opinion of him somehow manages to drop even lower. ‘You figure you give someone a chance to get in on the ground floor of something because you think you’re vibing, but I guess it was just me.’

‘Uh…’

‘How is everything?’ The small voice draws your attention from him as you look up to your savior, your eyes just going higher as the person towers over you, even when he’s hunched over a bit to take up as little space as possible as his co-workers pass by him to get to the other tables. Your mouth falls open a little bit as your eyes meet, long bangs just barely swept to the side to reveal dark brown irises that almost appear black focusing only on you as he ignores your date, and you forget to answer as the man across from you answers for you.

‘We’re doing great, just fantastic, thanks buddy,’ he growls, now eating his food as quickly as he can so he can get away from you. ‘If you could hurry up and grab the checks though that would be even better.’

‘Is there anything else you’d like? More water, or a refill?’ He completely ignores the other man as he focuses on you, which pisses him off even more, and you join in on that as you smile politely up at him.

‘Everything’s perfect, although I could go for a refill, thank you,’ you tell him, and he gives you a nod without once acknowledging your date, who’s already gotten out his wallet and is looking up the prices of the bar on his phone; he pulls out enough to cover the meal but passes over his beer and the tax, because that’s too much work to calculate it even with his phone in hand, and he gets up and sarcastically wishes you a nice life as he bails, the silence a nice change as you continue eating alone. Your server returns a short while later with a new glass and the checks, and when he sees the money left behind he puts two and two together.

‘I take it I’m not getting a tip from him,’ he figures, and you laugh into your glass, almost spilling the liquid all over the table as you try not to choke.

‘I doubt you would’ve anyway, he was a prick,’ you admit, which makes him smile, and you decide his smile is actually quite nice as he starts clearing the other half of the table. ‘Hey, uh, would you wanna sit with me? Just for a little, it’s kinda embarrassing to eat alone after that disaster.’

He glances at the freshly vacant seat before looking around, and he leans over to lower his voice, his eyes on the table as he speaks. ‘I should really get back to work,’ he whispers, but you gesture in front of you in a welcoming manner, and he follows your hands before sitting and hiding his apron behind his arms, the nametag of Simon just barely peeking out before it’s covered up.

You flash him another smile before getting back to your lunch, it’s amazing how listening to someone that incredibly annoying can really kill the appetite in the moment, and he tries not to watch you as he makes sure he’s not about to get in trouble. You finish off your first glass and start on the second since you did ask him for it, even if it was an excuse to ignore your date initially, and you catch the way his eyes watch your exposed throat as you tilt your head back; unlike the other person sitting there previously you don’t feel objectified, or like you were a piece of meat to devour after the sell was over. It’s refreshing, and you offer him your plate in case he might want something to eat before his break, but he refuses, of course he would.

He keeps his eye on his watch but never gets up, and as you pop a fry into your mouth you can’t help but want to talk to him as he meets your eye and looks away immediately after for the third time in a row. ‘You work here long?’ you ask to start, and it’s a lame start, but just the fact that you wanna hear about him has him leaning forward in his seat before he controls himself, sits back again.

‘Just a few years, this is actually my second job, I mainly work with Data Waste,’ he tells you, his voice getting away from him for a moment before he lowers it again; it’s obvious that no one asks about him often, just this small amount of attention enough to make his face light up in a way you don't see often anymore, at least not when you talk about work related things.

‘So, you waste all the data?’ you joke, and he leans in again, the plate pushed aside as he fights to keep his voice under control.

‘No, it’s really interesting actually, I get access to all the trashed data in the city, sift through it to find anything incriminating or important, things that were lost or gotten rid of, delete anything useless; my co-workers think it’s pretty boring, but you can’t imagine the things I’ve seen on some people.’ He stops, realizing he’s about to violate his NDA, and you chuckle as he looks around again like he expects his boss from his other job to suddenly appear and fire him.

‘Sounds exciting, you ever see anything on me?’ you can’t help but ask as you lean in as well, and there’s a slight dusting of pink on his cheeks as he sits back again.

‘I dunno, I’d need to look up your name,’ he answers honestly, and you smirk at his reply.

‘Pretty smooth way to ask for it,’ you tell him, and when he stutters out that he wasn’t you just laugh and grab the check so you can see your total. You pull out your card so you can pay, and you’re in the middle of reaching for your ex-date’s check as well so you can cover the rest when he stops you.

‘I’ve got it, you don’t have to deal with trash like him, that’s my job,’ he jokes back, and when he hands you his card reader you make sure to leave a large tip from the both of you. You hand it back and his eyes go wide, he can’t accept this, but you just flash him your most charming smile and hand him one of your business cards from your wallet, something you printed up years ago but rarely got to hand out since most people used electronic cards nowadays.

‘It’s for making me laugh, today would’ve been pretty shitty otherwise,’ you admit as you stand, and when he stands with you you can see that he really is tall. 

‘Okay, well… if I find anything I’ll give you a call, then? Just so you know what people are deleting about you on the internet,’ he offers, and you hold out your hand to shake his as your expressions softens.

‘I’d like that.’

It’s been a week and a half since your lunch date gone wrong but also surprisingly gone right again, and you’re at home working on a project when an unknown number lights up your phone. You frown at it before clicking into the chat and seeing a bunch of strange messages before the stranger clears things up.

ur sqky clean no trash on u sry it took so long was busy this is simon sry from the bar from last week sry

You smile fondly as you type in a quick reply, your phone lighting up again as he answers fast, he must’ve been waiting with baited breath on the other side. You add his number to your phone and answer back, another quick reply getting you to decide to take a snack break as you bring your phone to the kitchen. The more you chat the more he sees that he doesn’t have to use shorthand, his words lengthening and becoming more proper until you’re wondering if maybe he’s trying to find the perfect mix that won’t annoy you. Eventually he settles on a mix like you do, and you get comfy on the couch with your snack as you turn on the TV and find something to watch.

It’s hard to find things sometimes, you’ve had this older model for years and it isn’t compatible with every streaming platform’s updates anymore, which you think is dumb, but the thing works and you don’t wanna shell out money just to be able to watch whatever new reality show everyone’s talking about as it airs. You stick to your playlist of favourite movies and shows again, settling on one you’ve already seen a million times so you can chat without needing to pay attention.

After a half hour you add each other to Facsimile so you can chat more openly without wasting data, his username of 4LM0ST-HUM4N making you snicker as you check out his profile, but it’s bare apart from his age, which is around yours, and his full name, his last name being Lynch. You can’t help but look him up since you already knew he’d done the same to you, and all you can find is a dating profile on a site you’d heard about but never used.

‘“Shy and looking,”’ you say out loud to yourself as you read his info, and you sink a little further into the cushions as his unfortunately off-putting but also undeniable cute profile picture stares you directly in the eye; you can tell he took it alone, he’s all washed out in the glow of his computer instead of from the room’s overhead or any natural light, and you almost want to call him out on it and help him try again, maybe he might get some matches that way.

You don’t mention the profile as you keep chatting, and before you know it the next movie is autoplaying, your battery low with how long you’ve been on your phone. You figure it’s about time you get back to work as you tell him about the situation, and he agrees, he’s also been putting off work, and you wish him a good night, adding in, ‘That data’s not gunna waste itself.’ He sends you a bunch of laughing emojis before changing his mind and editing the message so there’s only one, to which you give him one back, and he starts typing something else but stops. You wait but he never starts up again so you leave it be, your phone charging out of reach as you get back to work.

Now that you’ve been reminded that he exists and you find his company quite pleasant, you take a ride to the bar on your lunch break the next day, keeping your eye out as casually as you can until you see him clearing a table nearby. You wait until he’s done before waving at him to get his attention, and his smile is so big that it makes him self-conscious as a group of people pass him by, it faltering as he gets out of their way. He takes his dishes to the kitchen and quickly returns to take your order, and even though you’re sitting at a table and a menu is in your hands, you surprise him when you ask him when his break is instead of telling him what you want to eat.

‘My break?’ he repeats back to you, like he doesn’t understand the question.

‘I just figured you might want to eat somewhere you don’t work,’ you simply say, and he glances at his watch to check the time.

‘I get off in 15, but we can eat here, I don’t wanna take up your break by traveling,’ he offers, but you just shake your head and set the menu down.

‘I work from home, I can take as long as I want,’ you tell him, and it’s not exactly a lie since you do have some things to for sure finish today, but losing an extra hour to hang out with your new friend seems like a pretty good tradeoff honestly. He accepts your answer and goes back to work with a shy grin, and you patiently wait at your table until he returns, a brown hoodie slung over his arm and his apron left behind. 

You get up and follow him out to the street where he gets ready to hail a cab, and thanks to your convo from last night you already knew he didn’t drive, but you don’t want him to waste any money when your car was in the parking lot. You direct him to it, and in your head you can hear your mother warning you about letting strangers into your vehicle, but apart from being a little weird he has yet to give you any red flags or warning signs, so you unlock the door and hop in.

‘There’s this place downtown that’s pretty good,’ he says as soon as he sits down, and you try not to giggle when you see how his long legs don’t really fit in the space as he tries to find the seat adjust nonchalantly. ‘They mostly do burgers, but their menu is loaded with stuff, you just need to know what to ask for.’

‘I take it you know?’

He glances at you, his hand stilling momentarily as it's wedged between the door and his seat, and when he does find the button he lets out a noise of surprise as his chair suddenly shifts backwards. ‘Yeah, yeah I go there a bunch, I think I’ve tried almost everything so far.’

‘Why not get a job there instead of here if you like it so much?’ you ask as you start the engine, and he looks down at his lap in response.

‘Cause I- I actually didn’t apply to be a waiter,’ he mumbles, your head turning towards him as you pull out onto the road.

‘Did you wanna work in the kitchen or something?’

‘I wanted to be a bartender, actually, but they needed a server, so that’s what I landed on,’ he explains, and when you go to ask for the name of the place he just directs you down the street, ignoring the GPS entirely. ‘It’s actually been a little dream of mine to open my own place, but starting a business is expensive, and saving up is a little hard even with two jobs, city living isn’t cheap.’

‘You could try for a loan?’ you suggest, but he just shakes his head.

‘I dunno… going that far would make it real, y’know? I don’t think I’m ready for it yet.’ He points to the left as he speaks so you hit your blinker and turn, this is a part of town you’ve never been to before.

‘You could always try, and if it doesn’t work out then I’ll keep cheering you on until it does.’ He’s looking at you like your words are about to make him cry, and he’s so preoccupied with you that he nearly misses the restaurant, your brakes screeching down the thankfully empty road as you back up and turn into the parking lot. You’ve never even heard of this place but the lot is almost full, and you manage to find a spot before he’s getting out and waiting for you, the chill of the fresh, spring air making you both shiver and hurry inside.

The place is warm and cozy, the smell of food instantly making you hungry even though you were feeling pretty okay just moments ago, and he smiles at you before you seat yourself and wait to be served. A large menu is placed in front of you and he was right, it is mostly burgers first and foremost, but as you turn the pages and see everything else available you feel your mouth water. You look up to ask what he recommends just in time to see his eyes disappear over the top of his own menu, and you grin and decide you can’t beat the house special, which is a double bacon burger with everything on it. He orders the same as soon as you tell the waitress, a big plate of loaded fries to split as well as onion rings added as well, and when you’re left alone again you rest your elbows on the table and get his attention.

‘How long have you been coming here? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone talk about it before,’ you admit, and again his eyes shine when you ask about him.

‘Most of my life, I used to live around here when I was younger so this was our go-to place when we wanted to eat out,’ he explains lively, and he looks around and gestures towards the decor. ‘It was different back then, they did a rebranding back in the early 2030s, changed the name and everything, but I still call it by its old name whenever I recommend it.’

‘What was the old name?’

‘The Hotel.’

You laugh, your hand covering your mouth as you try to keep it down. ‘I bet that might’ve caused some confusion,’ you chuckle, and he nods.

‘Oh yeah, I always have to correct myself,’ he agrees with his own laugh, the two of you still going even as your drinks are dropped off. You sip at yours, taking in everything and wondering what the place looked like back then when he stretches out and accidentally bumps your knee with his own; he quickly says sorry as he tries to retreat back to his side of the table, but you tell him it’s okay, and your reassurance makes him balk, like he’s been told off too many times for similar occurrences.

‘So, tell me, why do you wanna open your own bar?’ you quickly ask before he can shut himself off from you, his shyness returning and looking more like anxiety as he clearly gets in his own head about something so small.

‘Well, it’s just something I’ve always wanted to do, like I love the atmosphere, everyone coming together for a little while to share the space and a few drinks, it’s a good place to forget about your troubles for a bit.’ His eyes are on the table as he fiddles with the brown paper covering, your glasses creating dark rings where they’re set down on it.

‘You can say that about a lot of places,’ you add, and he agrees, but his eyes meet yours as he tries to get you to understand.

‘I know but there’s just something special about it, if your customers come there enough it can become familial, you can make bonds with people, offer them an ear when they’re sad, share in their laughter when they’re happy… I guess I’ve just always wanted to be a part of something like that.’ He looks back down again, the paper tearing and making him stop, now picking at his nails instead.

‘It sounds like you wanna connect with people, you don’t need a bar to do that,’ you say softly, carefully in case he might take offense to it, but he doesn’t, just shrugs.

‘I know, but… I still think it would be fun.’ His eyes meet yours again, and there’s something behind them as you look between them, something lonely that you haven’t seen in them before. You wonder then how long it’s been since he’s been here with someone, if his family still met up with him here, but based on his eyes you think you know the answer.

‘Well, if you do ever open that bar, then I expect free drinks for life as your first customer,’ you tease as you hold up your glass for a promising toast, and your faith in him makes his eyes look a little less lonely as he raises his own and taps the rims together. You drink as your waitress comes back with your food then, and it looks even better than the picture as you grab on tight and take a big bite. It’s the biggest burger you’ve ever eaten but it might also be the tastiest, the toppings sliding against your palms as you try to hold it all together, and you can see him having just as much trouble with his own. You laugh again and take another bite, your conversation moving onto more cheerful things as you eat, from family stories to complaints about work, bad dates to how your week was going, your overbearing but well-meaning mother to his absent father, but he isn’t as upset about it as he used to be as you sit with him and listen, he confesses. 

You douse your half of the fries in ketchup as he dips his own in ranch, and he has more onion rings than you do before you realize it, and when your plates are empty and your glasses hold nothing but melting ice you finally look at your phone and realize you’ve been there for over an hour. ‘Shit, I need to get back,’ he panics as he stands, and you wave over your waitress as you both get out your wallets.

‘Hey, I got you covered, can you go start my car?’ you tell him as he searches for the card he wants to use, but he can’t accept that, even more so than the tip from last week. ‘I insist, this was a much better date than my last one,’ you say with a wink, and he fumbles his next words as you toss him your keys. He rushes out with flushed cheeks, and you instantly let your emotions show on your face as you mentally ask yourself why the hell you actually said that as you pay.

You run out as soon as you’re done and speed off back to the bar, the car quiet until you say your goodbyes, and you watch him go until he disappears through the double doors with a small wave.

It becomes a bit of a thing for you two as you meet up for lunch every Friday after that, with you trying something new at his recommendation each time, and after around 7 weeks of this he flashes you the biggest smile as you sit down at your usual table, Simon already seated and waiting. ‘What?’ you ask, his smile spreading to you, and he holds out his phone to show that he had an appointment with the bank on Monday. ‘Oh my god, are you-?’

‘I’m doing it.’ He’s practically bouncing in his seat, only stopping when he bangs his knee off the metal support and makes the table shake, his excitement so strong that you could probably start bouncing as well if you were to be completely honest with yourself.

‘That’s amazing! Do you need a ride? We can go together, it’s after your shift is done, right? Or should I pick you up at your place?’

‘I-’ His smile falters a bit but he pushes it aside, and it feels a little forced as it returns. ‘I’ve got a ride covered, but thank you. Maybe we can meet up at the bank when it’s over? I can text you, if you’d like.’

‘I’d love that, I’ll be sure to work extra hard so we can celebrate the night away.’

Everything goes quiet as you realize what you’ve said, since while you have been texting almost daily you still have yet to hang out outside of your lunch dates; you’re not even really sure if they could even be called that seeing as, apart from you calling the first time that as a joke, neither of you actually confirmed there was anything more than friendship going on between you. Still, you both take it seriously as your usual waitress approaches to take your orders, and neither of you bring it back up again after she leaves.

‘I’m really proud of you, Simon, this is a big step you’re taking,’ you do say to break the silence, and when he looks at you you can swear he’s about to cry again; it actually hurts in a physical way whenever you see that, and you curse whoever beat him down enough to have this be his default reaction whenever you give him any kind of compliment or praise.

‘I don’t think I could’ve done it if you hadn’t cheered me on, might’ve found more excuses to put it off.’ He looks so vulnerable in this moment, his hands clasped on the table in front of him, and you glance down at them and nearly reach out to grab one when he continues. ‘Actually, because of you, I kinda started paying attention to my old LoveMatch account, turns out I got some messages when I was offline.’

Your smile freezes on your face as you unexpectedly go cold, your reaction to his words catching you off guard as talking becomes hard. ‘That’s… that’s wonderful news, anyone catch your eye?’ you finally ask, and he goes pink as he shakes his head.

‘Not yet, I didn’t get many but I still wanna check them all out, see if maybe my soulmate is one of them. Wait, that’s kinda desperate, isn’t it? I don’t actually think my soulmate is on some random dating site but… it’s nice to imagine, right? It’s like you said, I- I just wanna connect with someone.’ He’s looking only at his phone as he talks, scrolling through the unopened messages still waiting for him, and it feels like you’re watching the conversation from afar as your ears start ringing, your hands shaking as you try to figure out why you’re feeling this way.

He’s cute, you can’t deny that, and you enjoy his company a lot, but you haven’t thought about an actual relationship with him until this moment, when it was made apparent to you that that wasn’t what he wanted. And now that he was considering someone else, picturing a life with someone else, you know that you wanted to be with him, not in a casual, Friday lunch date and daily chats kind of way, but in the way where you’d visit him on his off hours or you’d bring him to your place, where you could have a nice dinner, watch movies together, no more table between you as you curl up against him or have him lean against you. You could hold his hand, and he could tell you about how his day at the bar, his bar, went and about all the new people he met, and when he was done you could cup that enticingly strong jaw of his and angle his face up to yours.

‘Are you okay?’

You blink and your vision blurs, and you quickly sniff and search your pockets for your travel-sized bottle of emergency ibuprofen. ‘Yeah, yeah I’m good, allergies are just acting up again, gunna go blow my nose and take my meds real quick before this gets gross,’ you lie with a fake smile, making sure he can’t see the label before you run off, and he buys it completely before going back to his messages. You don’t let your facade crack until you’re safe in the bathroom, the weight of how much you had fallen for him without realizing making your knees buckle, and you lock yourself in one of the stalls as you desperately try to push down the fact that he would never feel the same.

You’d managed to keep it together as you finished your lunch get together - not date, never date - but you spend the rest of the weekend moping around your apartment after that, your eyes on your phone as you lay on the couch and watch some old favourites to cheer yourself up, but each time he leaves you a message you feel your heart ache and it always takes a while before you can answer back. You give him the excuse of being a bit behind on work so you can’t chat much, and he was fine with that because he was gathering up the courage to message a couple people back, see if there were any sparks, and you have to ignore your phone entirely as you bury your head in the couch pillow and yell.

Before you know it you’re waking up where you’d fallen asleep, the TV going through the night and the sunlight streaming through the wall of windows to the right of your couch, the brightness rousing you from your restless dreams. You reach limply for your phone but the battery died during the night, and you groan and stumble over to your desk so you can charge it. As soon as it comes back to life you see that it’s much later than you thought thanks to your alarm never going off, and you find a bunch of messages waiting for you.

‘Shit! Shitshitshit!’ you swear when you see that Simon had asked you to wish him luck before his meeting, and you’re already a half hour late to reply but you do anyway as you fully push aside all your feelings to wish him all the luck you possibly can. He doesn’t answer back, because he’s obviously in the meeting, and you end up too nervous about it to eat as you let your phone charge. Instead you skip straight to getting ready for the day, having a quick but much needed shower after your weekend-long mope session. As you dry your hair you then find something nice to wear that you secretly hope he might like, some part of you overcoming the misery to hope that if he’s ready enough for a relationship to use LoveMatch again then maybe you could have a chance, and that hope fuels you as you race back to your phone to see if he’s done yet.

you dont need to pick me up taking a cab home see you friday

Your hand reaches up to cover your mouth as dread fills you then, and you quickly call him, unplugging your phone so you can sit down. ‘Simon, where are you?’ you ask the moment he picks up, and all you hear is the sound of traffic before a small sniff is picked up by his phone’s mic.

‘Don’t come, I just wanna get home right now,’ he tries to tell you, but your body is moving when you hear his small voice, how broken he sounds, your keys in your hand and a pair of flipflops that definitely aren’t weather appropriate yet on your feet so you can be out the door faster.

‘Are you still at the bank? Which one is it, I’m heading out right now.’

‘Please…’

‘I’m already in my car, where am I going?’

The resulting silence to your insistence stretches on for so long that you’re about to just try every bank in town until you find him when he gives you the address, and you know the one exactly as you speed off towards it. You arrive about ten minutes later, and you’re scanning the area when you see him huddling from the wind in the alley, his hood up and people giving him cautious glances as they pass. You roll down your window and call out to him, and when he finds you through the gap you can’t help but let out a noise of pain when you see his face; he’s been crying, you hadn’t been able to see because of his hood, but now you can see that his cheeks are damp and his eyes are red, and you hurriedly unlock the passenger door and motion for him to come over.

He hesitates a moment before wiping his cheeks and jogging over, people bumping into him with how busy the street is, but he doesn’t do or say anything even as he gets a couple insults along the way. He opens the door, sits down, and as soon as you ask where he wants to go he hides his face in his hand and starts crying again. You reach out to touch his shoulder but he pulls away, he needs space, and you don’t try again as you drive back to your place.

‘I don’t know why I thought I could do this…’ he mutters to himself as you drive, and the lump in your own throat is so thick that it hurts as you try to swallow it down. You pull back into your parking lot and he finally notices that he doesn’t know this place, and you don’t shut off the engine as you turn back towards him.

‘You don’t have to tell me about it, but I’d like it if you came up with me, please,’ is all you say, and another tear rolls down his cheek before he’s nodding, following you to the front doors. Your place is pretty high up but the elevator ride isn’t awkward as he stuffs himself into the corner opposite of you, where you can’t see him as easily. You reach your floor before you know it so you lead the way to your apartment, and when the door opens and you set your keys back down on the small shelf nearby he takes everything in with an even sadder expression, which isn’t the way you were hoping it would go at all.

‘You- you have a nice home,’ he just says, and before you can thank him he’s already turning back for the door. ‘I shouldn’t have come up, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t talk to me anymore, I’ll leave you alone now-’

‘Whoa, wait, where did this come from?’ you need to know as you stand in front of the door, and he goes to move you aside before pulling back, he doesn’t even want to touch you. ‘Simon, I know I said you didn’t have to talk about it but- what happened in there? Why can’t I talk to you anymore?’

‘Because I’m-’ He flinches away from you as his voice rises, frustration apparent among the sadness, and he leans against the wall with a dull thud. ‘I was accepted into the police academy a few years back, before I got my job at the bar; I was training to be on the bomb squad, I thought my knack for technology could help save lives, and I practiced really hard, learned to disarm nonlethal devices I built myself to show them I could do it, that I could be useful to them.

‘But when they learned I’d been building things they thought I was doing it for the wrong reasons even though there was no danger to them, like I was going to learn how to build actual bombs next using the training I received; I was just learning how to cut the power without setting anything off, I was using fucking coloured lights to do it, there were no explosives on my devices at all! But it was enough to make them think I was a danger to everyone, and they forced me to take a psych exam which I then failed by their standards. I was kicked out of the academy, lost my job when the psych eval was sent to them the following week, even lost my apartment when my landlord got word of everything, this one mistake got me evicted in the middle of winter-!

‘And the guy I talked to today heard about it too, read about all of it when they researched me to see if I was deserving of it, do you know what I heard him say to his supervisor when he thought I was out of earshot? He- he called me “unstable,” and fucking “unqualified” when I told him how much I make a year, like he didn’t trust me to pay it back, like I was a failure before the bar even opened, and maybe he’s right, maybe I am a failure, I shouldn’t have tried, I shouldn’t have fucking tried-!’

He spins and punches the wall he was just leaning against and you tense up, your eyes shutting on instinct at the crash of his knuckles through the drywall; it’s the first time you’ve seen him angry like this and it scares you, but as he pulls his hand back and looks at his bloodied knuckles you feel no fear, just sadness.

‘I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry,’ he apologizes under his breath, hissing as he flexes his fingers, his hand shaking from the pain, and it would be so easy to end it all right there, kick him out too and never see him again after what he’s just told you, just done, but you can’t as you take him gently by the arm and lead him to your couch. You sit him down and go off to find your first aid kit, some big and overly full thing your mother made you buy when you first moved to the city, and you’re thankful for it now as you pull out the unsealed bottle of healing spray and spritz it against his torn skin a couple times.

For once you love the future as he heals, and while he’s fine now you can’t help but take out the gauze and wrap the area next just to make sure, your fingers resting over the fabric and the back of his hand as you hold him in place. ‘You’re not a failure,’ you murmur, and he tries to pull away again but you don’t let him. ‘What happened to you… it really, really fucking sucks, and none of it was fair, but… it doesn’t make you a failure, we can just try again until we find someone who can help you get that loan.’

‘I don’t even want it, not after today.’ There’s not a single trace of a lie in his words, he’s giving up, and you want so badly to hold him but you can’t. ‘It’ll just happen again, this black mark on my life will just keep following me, why even try?’

‘Because it’s your dream, remember? You told me you wanted to connect with people, no one should be able to take that from you.’ You’re moving closer to him, slotting yourself between his legs as your knees hit the bottom of the couch, he can’t run from you like this, but it’s like you’re invisible to him in his misery.

‘But they already did.’

You let go of his hand and get up, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug, and he lets out a sound somewhere between surprise and relief as he’s pressed into the couch; you’re practically in his lap like this, and you try to shift until you’re beside him instead, but your arms never leave him as you back up, your frown so deep it’s starting to make your head hurt. ‘They only will when you stop fighting for it, you haven’t lost it yet,’ you tell him in a hushed whisper, and something in him breaks as he crumbles into your hug, his head on your shoulder as he grips the back of your shirt as hard as he can, like he’s drowning at sea and you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

You pet his hair comfortingly as he keeps talking into your shoulder about how it went, how he felt so worthless when he was rejected, how he tried to explain himself but it was all shut down, the man hadn’t even wanted to hear it because he’d heard enough, how he was so upset and hurt and angry that he was afraid of himself and what he’d do, and you just comfort him as he lets it all out. It takes a while but you never rush him, or interrupt him as he vents, you just keep holding him until he’s ready to let you go. You separate, and his eyes are so red as they avoid looking at you, but you just brush his bangs to the side before getting up and grabbing the tissues.

You hand him the box, and the smile he gives you isn’t as sad as he grabs a few, the lump in your throat easing up a bit at the sight. ‘I know you probably aren’t in the mood to celebrate, but if you just wanna grab some food and watch a movie anyway I could order something, or make something here? I think the Hotel might deliver this far, lemme see if it’s on Dumbwaiter.’ You’re already on your phone to check but he’s standing, his used tissues bunched in his hand as he looks for your garbage bin, his eyes on the ground again.

‘I’m not very hungry, thank you but I think I just wanna head home,’ he says after throwing them away, and your hand lowers as you take a step towards him, standing between him and the door again.

‘Please.’ You don’t mean for it to come out but it does, this is about him, not you, you have no right to ask him to stay when he needs space, but you can’t leave him like this, not now. Finally he meets your eye, and you can see that he wants to stay as badly as you want him to, and he opens his mouth to say something before he closes the gap, stands next to you and looks down at your phone. He taps your screen back to life and scrolls before he finds the Hotel’s real name in the list of places on Dumbwaiter’s delivery partnership, and he gives the name another tap before giving you the smallest smile, and it’s genuine and even less sad as his shoulder presses into yours.

‘Order the pasta today, all of their sauces are rich and they always serve too much, and get us the goat cheese spinach dip, it’s to die for,’ he says, his voice still wavering a bit after all his crying, and you just nod before adding it all to your cart, Simon taking off his shoes so he can get comfy on your couch properly this time. You pay for the meal and join him, offering him the remote but he has nothing he wants to watch, so you go to your favourites and pick the stupidest, funniest comedy you can find, needing something silly to lift the mood, and as the food is delivered and you both laugh with full mouths that almost get you to choke you end up wishing you could have this forever, that you could move to his side and hold him again.

You don’t, your phones on the coffee table along with your plates, the space between you feeling so much wider than it actually was as he stays with you until the sun sets.

Now that he’s been to your place your friendship only grows, your meetups changing from Friday lunches to properly hanging out, and it isn’t often he gets free time between his two jobs, but most nights of his are free and you’re always ready to drop whatever you can to see him when he asks. Because of your eagerness you’re slowly becoming a pro at keeping up with your own work, the need to procrastinate fading away like never before since being caught up meant you could go to him wherever he waited. You met him at both jobs, at the Hotel - which he got you to start saying as well since he never called it by its real name - and at the park, sometimes at the mall if there was something he needed to get and he wanted some company, but you’ve still never seen his place, and you’re starting to wonder where he lived.

You know it’s in town, since he got to and from work via Brougham and being outside of town would be hell on his paychecks, but you have no idea which part other than the fact that he used to live near the Hotel when he was a kid. You’ve tried asking before, but each time you do he just brushes it off, makes some excuse to why you couldn’t pick him up or drop him off there, and you’re starting to get a bit suspicious if you were entirely honest. You know he’s not homeless, he’s told you before how it took him a bit but he did manage to find someplace permanent and all his after his eviction, but this is getting ridiculous you think when he comes up with yet another excuse as to why you can drop him off on this random street you’re driving down, he lives nearby, he can walk the rest of the way.

‘Simon, you’ve got six bags of groceries in the back seat, it is literally impossible for you to walk home with them all,’ you say firmly as he just keeps looking out the window, and his lips purse as he tries something else.

‘It isn’t far and they’re not that heavy, I can do three per hand,’ he insists, and you step on the brakes in the middle of the road, no one coming or going as he jerks forwards in his seat at the inertia.

‘Why don’t you want me to see your place?’ you ask bluntly, no longer holding back, and he gets defensive, he’s more open with his anger around you now, but he hasn’t gotten as upset since that day, and you know it’s because he doesn’t want to lose control again, doesn’t want to scare you or himself like that again.

‘I never said I didn’t.’

‘You don’t need to; is it bad neighbours, or a bad neighbourhood? I don’t care where you live, or what your place looks like, I swear I don’t, so you don’t have to keep me away,’ you tell him honestly, and for a moment you think he might tell you when he unlocks his door and heads to the back. You just sigh as he gathers everything up in both hands and thanks you for the ride, but it really is close, you don’t have to waste gas going the rest of the day, he’ll see you Friday.

‘And… you don’t wanna know where I live,’ he mutters mostly to himself before the door closes, and he’s clearly weighed down by everything but he sticks with it, and you watch him just keep going further and further down the street until you have no choice but to take a U-turn and head home, and he’s still in your rearview as you hit a right and he’s forced to disappear around the corner behind you.

It’s a little awkward for you both after that, so you don’t bring it up again to make sure things even out, and it seems to help as you keep meeting up everywhere but his place, wherever the hell it is. He’s been to yours enough times now that you almost consider giving him a spare key so he can invite himself over, but it feels too personal for friends, and when you joke about it to test the waters he nearly spits out his drink in surprise. You clarify that it’s a joke as he sputters out that he’s never had someone’s spare key before, he’s never known anyone long enough for that.

‘You’ve known me for quite a few months now, maybe it might come in handle to have a spare out there in case of emergencies,’ you say next, instantly backtracking on the joke aspect of it with a little hope, and despite you initially calling it so he also looks a little hopeful at the possibility before his phone pings loudly. The moment is ruined as he stops your post-lunch walk through the park to see who’s messaging him, and his eyes widen as his smile grows and his face flushes. ‘LoveMatch, I assume?’ you ask, your teeth clenching in jealousy behind your smile.

‘Yeah, I’ve been messaging this one girl, Jeannie, a few days now,’ he tells you as he clicks in to see what she said, and his smile is so bright at her reply that you feel your stomach drop, your jealousy transforming into something that feels so much worse. ‘I think I’m gunna ask her on a date soon, when I can get an afternoon off so we don’t meet up too late, what do you think? Or should we talk a bit more first?’

The urge to tell him he should definitely talk more first arises because it’s true, you know what meeting too soon can do to a relationship before you can get a better feel for someone, but you also want them to meet before they’re ready; you want her to go in blind because you already know how to talk to him, know that there’s no way she’ll be able to get him out of his shell enough to consider a second date. You know he’ll be nervous, so he might say something weird like he did that first time you chatted over Facsimile, and if he does then there’s a good chance she might leave the date not wanting more.

You can’t do that though, you don’t want to see him rejected like that ever again after the loan, so you ball up your fist and give him a playful tap to the shoulder as he waits for your response. ‘Give it a little more time, get to know each other better, the perfect time for a date will show itself eventually, and if it doesn’t then maybe it’s just not meant to be,’ you suggest, and he nods before one-handedly typing out a reply back to her and putting his phone away. 

‘You’re so good with this kinda stuff, I haven’t been on a real date before, it’s why I signed up for LoveMatch to begin with, so I never know where to start whenever I get a match,’ he confesses as you go back to walking, your fist still balled painfully as you hide it in your jacket pocket. 

‘I’ve been on way too many bad dates by now, I’d like to think I’m a bit of an expert on it.’ Your laugh is strained but he doesn’t seem to notice as he looks straight ahead, his cheeks still pink now that she’s on his mind.

‘I can’t wait to meet her, she works at a flower shop nearby but I haven’t been in yet, I don’t wanna creep her out or anything,’ he says as his shyness crops up again, his expression cute until you remember this isn’t for you, it’s for her.

‘Just keep talking to her and it’ll happen, and who knows? Maybe she’ll like you as mu-’ You stop yourself from saying, ‘as much as I do,’ the words unable to come out as he turns to face you with a curious expression. ‘As much as I know she will,’ you finish, and he grins at the ground before taking another drink, your shoulders bumping for just a moment before he steps to the left to give you a bit more space, and you have to grip the inside of your pocket to keep from pulling him back to you.

About a week later he messages you as you’re working, your phone lighting up and buzzing energetically near your hand, and when you open the chat he tells you that she asked him on a date. Your face falls as you force a smile he can’t see, your thumbs typing him a congrats you don’t mean, not entirely, and when he says that he’s going to take her to the park you feel almost betrayed; you know it’s not your park, it’s just someplace you visit sometimes, it wasn’t like he was bringing her to the Hotel for lunch, that would hurt so much worse.

He then says he’s been thinking about packing a picnic since it felt more romantic, and that he was going to bring roses in her favourite colours since she told him she couldn’t decide between red or orange when they were talking about it, and you almost put down your phone as your chest aches. You want it to be you, you want him to ask you to the park for a picnic, you want to be able to pack your own favourites to share with him there now that the weather is nice again, you want him to bring you roses in your favourite colours even though you’re not even that much of a flower person just because they’re from him and he’s thinking of you.

You want to be her.

You tell him that that sounds like a great idea, she’ll love it, he should tell you how it goes afterwards if he wants to, which he does, since you’re his friend.

You’re his friend.

You send him a bunch of fingers crossed emojis and get back to work so he can start planning, the date is this weekend after all and he has things he has to do now, and when you go to bed that night your thumb hovers over the Sign Up button on LoveMatch’s mobile app until you fall asleep.

Three days later you find yourself lurking outside of the park even though you fought all morning not to, not knowing the exact time they were going to meet up and spending every second continuing that fight as you tell yourself to leave before you got hurt even more. You parked a block away so he wouldn’t recognize your car, and you’re wearing one of your thicker hoodies that you prefer to save for colder weather even though it’s making you sweat like crazy, the hood up as you walk around and see if you can find him. You’ve been there for hours now when you finally decide to go, this was stupid and petty and way too jealous to be acceptable no matter how you felt for him, and just as you’re about to leave you hear his voice echo faintly across the open area.

You look over and see him approach an unfamiliar woman, Jeannie, a big bouquet of roses in his hand and his Brougham waiting for him with an open door by the curb where he was dropped off at. He waves nervously at her, and she flashes him a big smile as he hands her the roses, she seems happy about them, and they chat for a little bit as you get a good vantage point behind a nearby tree. There’s people looking at you as they pass but you don’t care, you can’t leave now, and your jealousy turns to shocked offense as you watch her expression slowly fall.

She’s uncomfortable, he’s said something that she didn’t like just like you’d feared, and he picks up on it and motions for her to wait before he jogs back to the car, he’s still going to try and fix it with the picnic. The moment he’s away from her she puts the roses down on the bench they’re standing by and bails, her footsteps fast as she puts as much distance between them before his return, and your body moves on its own as you want to chase her down, demand to know why she did that. You lose her as you hear him come back to the bench, his voice calling out to her again but she’s long gone, and you freeze with your back to him as you hear him set down the basket, his car already driving off and stranding him there.

The lump is already forming in your throat again when you hear your phone go off, and when you pick up and turn to face him he’s already looking at you, having heard the ringtone you’d assigned to him from your short distance away. He looks hurt at your presence at first, then upset, then angry, and he leaves both the roses and the basket behind as he starts to walk away.

‘Simon, wait,’ you call out to him as you race after him, his long legs carrying him farther and faster as you quickly catch up, but you being there is just insult to injury and he does not want you to be there for him today.

‘You saw it all, didn’t you?’ he demands as he just keeps walking with no destination, needing to get away from you and his heartbreak as fast as he can, and you try to walk backwards in front of him but you can’t keep the pace, not when he keeps changing directions every time you catch up.

‘I’m sorry, I wanted to make sure it went okay,’ you confess before you can come up with yet another lie, and he scoffs at it bitterly.

‘Wanted to make sure I didn’t fuck it up like the loan, right? Well, sorry to break it to you, but I fucked it up again, I’m just one big fuckup!’ He takes another sharp turn to try and lose you in a dense crowd but you grab onto him, use him like an anchor as he tries to jerk away enough to make you let go, but your grip is strong and true as not even that works. 

‘You aren’t a fuckup!’ you insist desperately in a too loud voice for being in public, a group of mothers with strollers giving you the dirtiest look at your language, but you just give them a ‘give me a break’ look back before turning your attention back to him. ‘She just doesn’t know you yet, what did you say? Maybe you can still fix it? Or you could try one of your other matches? She isn’t the only one out there, you don’t need her!’

‘I told her that I wanted to meet her at work,’ he says, and that’s not so bad until he explains why it upset her. ‘I told her that I saw her place of work in the trashed data and I wanted to surprise her by ordering the roses from her, and she didn’t like it.’

Yeah, that’ll do it.

‘She- she didn’t get that you weren’t looking her up to doxx her or stalk her or anything?’ you hurriedly ask, and he just shakes his head, his pace slowing as you exit the main road and head down a less busy street, somewhere more private, probably unintentionally on his part.

‘No, I tried to explain that but her expression said it all, and when I got back…’ He slows even more, you both know how it ended and his lip is quivering. ‘She didn’t even have to guts to say goodbye, she just wanted to leave me there like I could be thrown out like the roses, like trash, that fucking bitch!’ He kicks the trashcan you’re about to pass and it crashes hard to the ground, the contents spilling all over the sidewalk as he loses control of his anger again. ‘I’m a person, goddamnit, why does this keep…’

You step around the trash as the wind blows it into your path, creating a river between the two of you that you cross to get to him, and this time when you try to hug him he steps back, puts a hand up to keep you away.

‘Don’t, just- don’t, I can’t be touched by you right now,’ he says softly, and he isn’t crying but he looks about to as you obediently back up, the trash spreading around you and making the river swell. ‘I’m going home, I’m sorry you keep having to deal with me.’

You try to tell him otherwise but he isn’t listening as he pulls up his hood and heads back to the main road, a cab hailed before he gets in and drives away, leaves you there alone. You lower your own hood and unzip your hoodie so your body can cool a little as you walk back to your car, and when you reach the bench you see that there’s a small group of concerned people gathering around the basket, all of them clearly thinking that it might be something dangerous.

‘That’s mine, sorry, it’s just a picnic,’ you say as you approach it, and everyone can’t help but peer inside as you prove it to them. In that quick glimpse you can see that he worked hard on the contents within, he made a whole bunch and even grabbed a few different drinks as well as a bottle of wine to split, and you swallow as you relatch the lid and grab the handle. The roses are still there too and you pick them up, they’re the synthetic kind you can tell as their scent is muted compared to the real thing, he wanted her to keep them for a while without them dying, and you hold them close to your chest as you finish the trek to your car.

You don’t look at the items in your passenger seat until you get home, and when you reach your apartment you put the flowers in a waterless vase and spread out the picnic on your coffee table. You choose your favourite drink, of course he would’ve brought it out of all the possible options, and open up the wine as well as you enjoy the picnic by yourself, not wanting to let it go to waste as you try not to notice how large your couch was without him there to enjoy it with you.

He ignores your messages for a while after that, so you stop texting him to give him some space, but that doesn’t stop you from at least typing everything out and deleting it before the temptation to press send overtakes you. You look him up on LoveMatch and see that he’s offline, and after looking up Jeannie’s name you discover a recent post she made in the site’s forums section; you click in and see that she completely tried to ruin his reputation on the site, warning others to stay away from him, calling him creepy and a stalker and claiming that he would doxx any matches. Your heart races as the comments join in, insulting his picture and saying he looked like a creep, how some said they had messaged him but now they were going to block, thanking her for the warning and telling her how sorry they were for having to deal with that.

You nearly come to his rescue but there’s no point, they’ve already made up their minds, and you instead flag the post as harassment and pray that it got taken down before he saw it.

He’s seen it.

He sends you the link without another word, your request to remove it denied, and when you look for his profile you find it gone.

He misses your next Friday lunch, and you figure enough is enough as you decide that if he wasn’t going to talk to you then you were going to talk to him. You wait until he gets off work before parking across from the bar, and you keep your distance as he hails a ride and heads home for the night. Your hands are gripping the wheel way too hard the entire way there, and when the car turns into a large, mostly empty lot sans a bunch of trailers parked inside as well as a few storage containers and miscellaneous vehicles and construction things for the building across the street you just keep going and pretend like you weren’t just following him. You wait until his ride leaves as you park nearby, and you casually walk up to the one you saw him heading for and hope that he won’t kick you out immediately as you knock on the door.

There’s the sound of stumbling from inside until the door opens and you step out of its way, Simon just looking at you before a cacophony of emotions plays across his face. ‘Hey,’ you say when he doesn’t shut the door right away, ‘you stopped answering my messages, I wanted to make sure you were okay.’

‘So you followed me?’ He’s more surprised than angry, which is good, but you don’t know how long it’ll last so you talk fast, needing to get it out while you have the chance.

‘You never told me where you lived, I improvised, I’m not the one with access to trashed data here,’ you try to joke, but neither of you laugh as you just stand there on his makeshift porch, which is just big enough to hold a single lawn chair and nothing else, another sign of his isolation.

‘I never wanted you to come here,’ he mutters just quietly enough that you almost miss it, and when you lean in to listen his expression hardens. ‘Your place is so nice, you’ve got a nice view, everything is so open, you do so well for yourself. But me, even with two jobs this is all I can afford, I can’t save up for my bar when I have bills to pay, can’t get a loan because I can’t pay it off if it fails, you’ve got everything so put together and I’m-’ He stops, he’s been looking at the ground the entire time but when he falls silent he makes a point to purposefully not look at you, and you can see the shine in his eyes as he shifts from foot to foot, resists slamming the door in your face. ‘I’m a fucking loser.’

‘You’re not-’

‘I got kicked out of the academy, I got evicted, I got denied for my loan, I got dumped before my date even started and now every other match I made has me blocked, I live in a fucking trailer because I can’t afford rent in the city anymore and it’s cheap to live out this far, how am I not a loser?’ He quiets down when he starts yelling out all the reasons why he was worthless, his voice echoing over the lot, and he tries to shut the door when your hand shoots out and holds it open the second you see it move. ‘I just- I don’t understand why you keep talking to me after all that, why do you keep coming back? Why haven’t you left like everyone else? Why won’t you just- leave me alone…?’

You swallow and walk up the two-step stairs, Simon backing up until you let yourself in, the door shutting behind you and trapping your voices inside so they can’t carry anymore. ‘Because none of that defines you, it happened to you but that isn’t who you are,’ you tell him, and he’s hunched over now that he’s inside, the ceiling not high enough to accommodate him in his own home.

‘And who am I?’ he asked pathetically, but you don’t see him as pathetic, not even now as you see his home and how bare it is, the nicest thing he owns his computer over by the far window, the setup grand and expensive looking, and you fondly think to yourself that he probably built it all himself.

‘You’re smart, you’re so fucking smart, and you’re easy to talk to, and you’re a bit weird sometimes, and you word things kinda badly at the worst of times but you’re not a creep, and you’re passionate about what you want and it’s so unfair that no one’s given you a proper chance, or gotten to know the real you, not just what they’ve heard and assumed about you. You’re not a bad guy, you’re more than your black marks, you’re Simon.’

He blinks and a tear falls from his eye to the floor thanks to the angle his neck is forced to be, but he never sits even though it must be hurting him, and you wonder if maybe you’ve gotten through to him when he catches you completely off guard with what he says next: ‘Would you still think that if you knew the real me?’

‘What do you mean?’ You’ve known him for half a year now, there wasn’t any side of him you hadn’t seen yet, but apparently there was as another tear falls.

‘I killed someone, about five years ago now.’

You stagger back into the door, the wind knocked out of you at this revelation, and he shuts his eyes and looks away from your expression as one of pain takes over his own face. ‘What are you talking about?’ you ask quietly, your voice failing you the first time you try, and he flinches at your words like you’d just screamed them in his face.

‘Back when I was evicted I was looking for people to room with, just temporarily until I could get back on my feet, and this guy had answered my ad, invited me over to check out his place. I should’ve been more cautious but it was so cold I couldn’t wait, and when I got there he tried to mug me, take whatever I had left. I fought back in self-defense, but when I almost got away he started attacking me, wanted to keep me there until his actual roommate got home so he had help, and I-’ He sits down then, his hands shaking as he goes back to that time, and your back leaves the door as he looks up at you with such sadness that your chest feels hollow. ‘He tried to kill me, I was only trying to defend myself, I didn’t mean to hurt him so bad, I just wanted to find somewhere to stay, it was so cold outside…’

‘What happened after that?’ You think you might’ve just mouthed the words with how much your voice breaks, but he understands you anyways.

‘The roommate came home while I- while it was happening, called the cops, and when they saw me standing there covered in blood, holding the knife still, they instantly ruled it as a homicide and arrested me. I was able to plead not guilty but they took one look at my bad psych eval and thought I’d snapped, killed him outta malice or something, it was only by a miracle that the evidence was in my favour.’

‘And the roommate?’

‘They searched the place and found evidence of all the others before me that’d fallen for the con, he was charged and arrested and I made bail, but after that my mother never talked to me again, even though I was acquitted.’ It looks like a weight’s been lifted now that he’s said it, but he also looks so fucking tired, most of him taking up his small loveseat couch. You want to go to him but you can’t move, your body refusing to shift even an inch in case he didn’t want you to, and he looks you over before something in his eyes begs you please; you let out a small noise as you fall to the ground between his knees, your hand holding his just like you had when you’d wrapped him up.

‘Why are you still here? Why haven’t you thrown me out yet?’ he weakly asks you, and you can’t lie to him any longer as you hold his hand up to your cheek.

‘Don’t you know what you mean to me?’ you need to know, your voice so small that again you’re not even sure if any of it even comes out, and he lets out a breath that sounds so desperate and broken it makes you wonder just how long he’s been holding it: days, weeks, months, since the moment you met?

‘I didn’t want to hope- you… you’re my only friend, I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you too,’ he whispers as he properly holds you, his palm so warm against your skin, and you lean into his touch as you let out the breath you were holding in return.

‘You almost broke my heart when you said you went back to LoveMatch, I wanted to tell you so badly,’ you’re finally able to confess, and when you do his other hand finds your arm, holds you with just enough pressure that you know he wants you there.

‘Why didn’t you?’

‘I didn’t want to ruin everything either.’

He leans forward until his forehead rests against yours, and when you open your eyes and look into his you can see everything you ever wanted again, all of it feeling so real and within reach as you brush his bangs aside, rest your hand on the back of his neck. His other hand comes up to cup your other cheek, and he’s shaking slightly like he’s afraid to touch you even though he already is because this time it’d be his decision to, his lips parting as he stares down at your own, and when he touches you you lean up and close the space between you.

He sighs against your mouth as you kiss him, it so full of relief and contentment and joy, and you wrap your arms around his neck again as you successfully sit in his lap this time. His lack of experience is apparent but you have no complaints as you deepen the kiss, needing more now that you could have it, and he lets you have everything you ever wanted as he leans back against the cushions until his head hits the metal wall behind him. He mutters an ow as he lets go of you to rub his head, and you laugh before catching his mouth again, which he eagerly allows you to do; he eats up all your attention, starving for it as he gets more into it, needing whatever you can give after so many rejections, and you’re happy to give it all back as you kiss his neck.

‘I was so proud of you when you told me you were trying for the loan, I really wanted to celebrate with you,’ you whisper into his skin, and you can feel him shiver as he lets out a soft moan and tilts his head to the side so you have easier access. ‘You’ve been trying so hard, please let me reward you, I want to be the first to…’

He moans your name as his hips start to move, try to find friction against you, and you shift until he does, his jaw going slack as he holds you by your thighs, perfects the angle even more.

‘When I saw you with her I wanted it to be me, I hated myself for wanting her to go, but she didn’t deserve you, I’ll never leave, and I want the next time we meet to be a real date, whether it’s at the Hotel or the park or my place or here, I want to be with you.’

He makes a noise of pure want, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to swallow back the sob that follows, he was always weak to your compliments but you need him to know how worth it he is to you, how much he deserves this after everything he’s been through.

‘You’re wonderful, I love spending time with you, you’re everything I want.’

A tear escapes between his tightly shut eyelids and you kiss it away before going to his jaw, pressing your lips along it before you find his mouth again.

‘I really like you, Simon, you mean so much to me, I’m so glad I got to meet you.’

He’s practically whimpering in your lap as he cries harder, his hips never stopping, he needs this so much but so do you, and you let him use you as the growing pressure wrenches a moan from your lips.

‘I love-’

You don’t get to finish as he comes apart underneath you, his body shuddering as he grips you tight and gasps out a series of choked out moans, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel it all travel from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes. You feel the heat between your thighs as he slowly catches his breath, his cheeks turning red under streams of tears in embarrassment for coming from just this much, but you just kiss the tip of his nose and rest your chest against his, let him feel how hard your heart was beating.

‘I love you,’ you whisper now that you can, and he looks at you like you’ve just given him the sun and the moon on a golden platter.

‘I’m so glad I texted you back then,’ he confesses against your cheek, his hands leaving your thighs to rest on your back, keeping you close, ‘I think I started to love you the moment you wanted to actually talk to me.’

‘Lucky for me your standards are so low,’ you joke, but it falls flat in the best of ways as he nuzzles into your neck.

‘It was all I needed, I just wanted someone to believe in me.’ He presses a single kiss to the space where your neck meets your shoulder, and your nails scrape lightly against his scalp as you let out a sigh at the feeling.

‘I told you, I’ll keep cheering you on until it works,’ you remind him, and he sits up straight so he can hold you even closer in his hug, your bodies fitting together perfectly as you hold him back and don’t let go.

The snow is falling lightly outside as you stretch in your chair, your back cracking as you raise your arms high above your head. You’re all done for the day, everything on your list checked off as you glance at the time and see that it’s almost 8PM, he’ll be there soon. You stand and bring the feeling back to your legs before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, queuing up the next episode of the show you’re marathoning only one at a time each night. You let the recap and intro play and then press pause, it’s nearly time now, and you’re in the middle of grabbing the plates and utensils when you hear a knock at the door. You unlock it and open up to reveal Simon on the other side, all bound up in a large winter jacket, his scarf pulled up high enough to cover his nose and mouth from the cold.

‘You forget your key at work again?’ you tease as he walks in, trailing snow over to the mat where he can take his boots off.

‘Kinda hard to unlock the door with both hands full,’ he points out with a smirk as he then sets the food brought from said work on the table. ‘It’s busy tonight despite the snow, lots of people coming in to escape the chill, had to order these early to make sure they were done on time.’

‘You know I can always make something before you get back, you don’t have to keep bothering Elison over it,’ you remind him, but he won’t hear of it, he loves being able to bring you back something so you don’t have to stop working until you’re ready and you know it.

‘I convinced him to leave the Hotel to come work for me, might as well use him,’ is what he has to say to that, and you can’t argue with it as you both transfer your dinners onto the plates you set out. ‘Besides, it’s the only way I can get my favourites without having to drive across town, that’s a good enough reason to keep bothering him.’

You hum in agreement as you sit down together, the episode playing as soon as you’re settled, and when you’re done eating he curls up next to you, rests his head against your shoulder even though it hurts his neck. You take pity on him and adjust so he can lay more properly, his face still red from the winter chill, and you find yourself paying more attention to him until he feels your eyes on him.

‘You think we can do two episodes tonight before you go back? We’re so close to the season finale,’ you plead in that tone of voice that always gets him, and he looks like he really wants to say yes but he can’t, he doesn’t like leaving the place for so long as is even though his staff is more than capable of watching over things for an hour without him; outside of the weekend it’s the only time you can be together until he gets home at 2AM, when you’re already asleep most nights, and before he leaves again by 9AM, at least until the new year where he plans on hiring more staff if things keep getting better.

‘Not tonight, maybe tomorrow if it’ll calm down when the storm hits, I’ll call it early if it’s bad enough,’ he promises, and you smile and hold his hand as you rewind the episode back to before you stopped watching.

‘Should I be so jealous of a bar?’ you ask rhetorically, and he answers you yes before you playfully hit him and press play again. ‘Maybe I should start working for you part-time, I miss our Friday lunches, you’re too busy for me now.’

‘I’m never too busy for you,’ he reassures you so gently and genuinely before kissing you, the scene you just rewound to getting ignored again as you don’t let him go after just one. ‘I wouldn’t mind having you there, though, even if I think we might not get a lot done whenever you’re there.’

‘I’m just trying to make some C0NN3CT10N$,’ you say as slowly and as slyly as you can, drawing out the word as he just stares at you, ‘y’know like the bar’s na-’

He silences you with another kiss, this one a little more chaste as he laughs against your lips. ‘Yeah, yeah I know,’ he chuckles, and once again the episode is rewound so you can watch it, your arms around him for the rest of the hour he sets aside just for you each night, and in your head you make a mental note to thank your mother for recommending that son of a friend of a friend of a co-worker 10 months too late as he lovingly holds you right back.