#Liveness and readiness Spring boot

[minkieater]

twin cowboys ⇄ yungi ʚɞ song mingi x f!reader x jeong yunho your sorority chose to spend spring break in nashville this year and you couldn’t wait to finally go out to bars with your sisters. it was your second night out on the broadway strip and the only thing on your mind was having a good time – who are mingi and yunho to stop you?

w. smut 18+ minors dni porn with a lil' plot, dom/sub dynamics wc. ~9k

spring break for you and your sorority was a big deal.

for the last three years you’d traveled with the group of girls to new orleans, new york, las vegas, all places with incredible nightlife and a vast amount of things to do whether you’re of age or not. the older sisters always went to bars and clubs, leaving the underage sisters to their own devices in a new city, but someone always knew someone, there was never a shortage of something to do. 

this is your first year of being able to go out to places you could legally drink at and you were overflowing with excitement at where was chosen in the famous yearly salad bowl draw. every year you and your sisters would sit in the living room, your cutest and comfiest pajamas on and the entire sorority would get a partner and make a powerpoint presentation of where they wanted to travel to for spring break, including everything you could do in that city. at the end of all the presentations, you’d put all the cities in a bowl, and the president of the sorority would choose where you’d go.

this year the name that was drawn was nashville, tennessee. 

the bowl draw was smart, every year you had a complete guide already made up, the only work to be done was figuring out where to stay and getting tickets on the same flight. the vice president always figured out the rest, an unspoken job that was passed down year to year. 

this year you were staying in an adorable airbnb, decorated in pink, little sayings and picturesque opportunities covering the walls. it was massive, it had rooms for each of you, including a living space and a kitchen. if you needed to you didn’t have to leave, the place was enough for an instagram post — perfect for the underage sisters. 

it was your second night going out on the broadway strip and you were still hungover from the night before. you get ready with a redbull in hand, chasing your shots with it, using it to power through the stomachache and energize you for another night of too much alcohol. your sisters felt the same, despite the loud music flowing through the space of the home there was an underlying trudge between the sixteen of you. 

you did your makeup before you could feel the buzz that was flowing through your veins form into a flat out drunk, leaving you to only choose your outfit. you had packed very specifically for the short four days you’d spend in nashville, a leather mini skirt, leather top and of course, leather cowboy boots was already laid out for you as your night two outfit. 

your sisters were dressed the same, tassels and cowboy boots were on everybody in the house, that’s how you dressed for nashville, it was on every woman in the city between the ages of twenty and fifty. you’d all gotten ready in the middle of the day, most of you just waking up from a drunken sleep to shower and do it all over again. 

before you left the house you shoved a couple of crackers down your throat, something to soak up the alcohol so you didn’t throw up high noons all over the pink airbnb when you got home tonight. you’d walked up and down the strip a few times already the night before, checking out every bar on the sloped street that way you had a better idea of where you’d spend your night tonight. 

as you left the airbnb your first stop was kid rock’s honkey tonk, a building consisting of five stories that had a different band playing on each one. you’d made it through all five stories, stopping for a drink at each of the six bars, spending more than enough time in the crowd before the band. 

it was getting later, the sun had far past gone down, you and your sisters decided to go to where you’d spend most of your night tonight. luke bryan’s bar, 32 bridge, was connected to jason aldean’s rooftop bar, two places that you could slip back and forth from by just going to the top floor. the night before you’d loved it there, with country music playing earlier in the night shifting to more typical techno and rap music as you got closer to the nightlife crowd entering the bar. 

you were standing on the stage, the lights glowing a dim, cool blue, a massive crowd beyond the stage. you and three of your sisters were dancing along to a random country song, kicking your feet and swaying your arms in the air as if you were holding a lasso. you paid no mind to the crowd beyond you who was watching, eyeing you up from below. you were having fun with your sisters, all three of you giggling onstage, eyes half lidded in a drunken haze. 

the song ended and you realized your drink was empty, you motioned to the bar to let your sisters know you were going for a refill, leaving you to fight the dense crowd on your own. you stuck to the outskirts, weaving through random people and groups of girls just like you jumping and dancing to the music, trying your best to head straight to the bar. 

you sighed when you noticed the three layered crowd surrounding the entirety of the bar, knowing you’d be waiting here for a while to get close enough to even be noticed by the bartender. this was everywhere, every bar, nothing you hadn’t already experienced in the 36 hours you’d been here. 

“what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” your neck snapped to the corny pick up line coming from a raspy, poor accented voice, having to crane your head upward to see the face the voice was connected to. he was smiling, humor laced in his tone, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the attempt. 

“never heard that one before,” you laughed it off as he tipped his cowboy hat in your direction, obviously putting on a southern front when there was no way this man had ever stepped foot in the south.

“was it convincing?” he kept up with the fake accent and instead of cringing you giggled again, covering your mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding your drink. 

“somewhat,” you shrugged your shoulders, a blush creeping on your cheeks when you really looked at him. dark, black hair if it wasn’t the deepest brown hair you’d ever seen curling around the edges of his cowboy hat, a lean but muscular build, you could see his forearms flex under the folds on his western themed button up as he drank from his beer. deep, inviting dark eyes, full lips and a sloped nose. he was sturdy, definitely your type, tall and husky and strong. 

“i’ll take that as a win, doll,” he smirked, dropping the accent as the corner of his mouth lifted into a lopsided smile, “who are you here with?” 

“my sorority,” you turned to point to the stage, the remaining two of your sisters dancing with one another for the crowd. that was one way to let you keep an eye on them. 

“no way, i’m here with my frat,” his eyes were wide in surprise, “did we all have the same idea for spring break?” 

“seems like it,” you used your hand to refer to the crowd surrounding you, it seemed like there was no one present that was above the age of twenty five. “have you ever been here before?” 

he shook his head, “nah, the president’s birthday was yesterday so we’re here to celebrate him and spring break.” 

you nodded then decided to introduce yourself, wanting so badly to learn the cowboy’s name, encouraging the conversation to keep flowing so he’d stick around for awhile. 

“mingi,” he tipped his hat again with that pitiful accent, “pleasure to meet you, doll.” 

the blush returned to your cheeks, a weak resolve when his pick up lines were not up to par. you finally got up to the bar, a space left open when the person in front of you had gotten their drink, and you waited with elbows on the gloss finished wood for the bartender to come around to you. 

“did you need another beer?” you asked mingi who stood behind you, grateful he hadn’t left. he shook the bottle of beer to feel how much of it was actually left, and gave you a nod. 

he reached into his pocket and passed you his card, “a drink for you and me.” 

“we just met, i can totally get my own drink, don’t worry about it,” you pushed his card back to his chest and his smile returned, showing his lopsided teeth that matched his endearing look. 

“let me show you a little southern hospitality, you can get the next one if you’d like,” he was giggling as he spoke, barely getting the words out because he knew he was keeping the act up for too long, it was too entertaining to stop, plus it seemed like it was actually working. 

the bartender came around quickly without giving you time to respond, you ordered drinks for the both of you while tapping the corner of his card on the bar. the bartender quickly returned with your drinks and you traded them for mingi’s card, waiting for their swift return so you could sign off on the transaction. 

“wanna dance?” he asked as you turned around, handing his beer to him. 

“only if you promise to cut the accent.” he laughed at that and nodded, walking towards the crowd of people. 

he guided you slowly, inching towards the center of people, wanting to get to the more dense area of the crowd. he seemed to have found his friends, waving to three people who were shorter than him, all wearing cowboy hats and western attire themselves. they were all hot, you needed to find out where he went to school.

he turned back to you and started dancing, a sway to his hips matching that of the cowboy boots on his feet, swinging back and forth in front of you, encouraging you to match his rhythm. you agreed, your body naturally reacting to the flow of the music and the movement of his body, bodies quickly getting closer. it was like his hips were magnetic, the way they pulled you closer to him, closing the space between you. 

your chest came up to just before his pecs, your head tilted up to get a view of his face, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. the songs switched, the next one a hit that everyone in the building knew, a famous song across the entire country. 

well i walk into the room, passing out hundred dollar bills…

you squealed in excitement, jumping a little bit because you know this one. you immediately started singing along, taking control of the dance this time, making mingi move to a flow of your own. 

cause i saddle up my horse, and i ride into the city…

his empty hand reached for your hips, keeping you flush to himself, singing along with you as he stared down at you, between you. you sipped your drink as your legs moved between his own, somehow getting even closer, welcoming every huge inch of him pressed to you. 

riding up and down broadway, on my old stud leroy…

an idea popped into your foggy head, a clever one, one you were sure would get the man to finally close the distance. you reached up to his cowboy hat and quickly took it off his head, placing it on your own as the words save a horse, ride a cowboy pumped through the speakers of the club and out of your mouth. 

his sweet smile turned devilish before he moved his lips closer to your ear, “doll, do you even know what you just did?” 

you laughed, your head falling backwards in a drunken haze, eyes fluttering shut as you held his hat tight on your head with your hand. 

you were oblivious to the old saying, the unspoken rule that if you take off a cowboy’s hat, it’s an invitation to take off other things, too.  

his hand tightened around your hip, snapping you out of your giggles and swiftly moved his hand up to your chin, fingers pinching the skin to connect his lips to yours. you allowed it, you welcomed it, your too hot body immediately leaned into his touch. 

your free hand moved up to cup his cheek, moving your lips with his, biting the skin of his bottom lip. he gasped and you used the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth, tangling with his own. your bodies kept swaying, moving, dancing as your tongues tangled, bodies involuntarily moving to the music and to each other. 

your back arched into him, pulling away so you could switch your angle, connecting your lips to his again. it was deepening, too hot to be in the middle of a crowded bar. you heard cheers from behind him that you could only assume were his friends, making you smile into the kiss, inevitably breaking the trance the two of you had subconsciously entered. 

you giggled as you peered around his shoulder at the shorter guys who were cheering and clapping, rooting for their friend in the middle of the dance floor. there was a blush to mingi’s cheeks as he told his friends to shut up, then turned back to bring his lips to your own again in a short peck. 

“ignore them!” he yelled as he pulled back, getting into the groove of dancing along to the next song. 

“it was cute,” you replied, taking his hat off of your head and standing up on your tippy toes to put it back on his head. 

“gotta pee! i’ll be back,” you told him, the seal you had broken an hour ago was on overdrive, now your bathroom breaks were getting closer together. he pulled you flush to him in another of slew of open mouthed kisses before he let you go, sending you off with a quick tap to your ass. 

you maneuvered through the crowd again, much more dense this time before you finally made it to the sparse areas, head turning left and right in search for the bathroom. you spotted it and made it there quickly, resetting your bladder to another countdown before you were off for the crowd again. 

as you left the bathroom in a rush, eager to get back to mingi, you slammed face first into something similar to a brick wall. 

you jumped back a step, apologies flooding out of your lips, craning your neck to look up to the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen looking back down at you. 

“you’re good, don’t worry,” he waved his hand with a tight lipped smile, bringing the same hand up to adjust the hat that was atop his rich, chestnut hair. 

“did i spill your beer? i can get you another one,” you offer, hands wiping at the damp spots in his button down, strong abdomen underneath. it was similar to the one mingi wore, identical to the one his friends’ shirts, your drunk mind was too foggy to notice the correlation. 

he shook his bottle and his lips tightened with his eyebrows raised and a tilt to his head, “i could use another beer, actually.” 

you smiled, grateful he was allowing you to pay back the inconvenience you caused him, quickly guiding him over to the bar again. you got yourself another drink and another beer for him, the crowd around the bar was two layers less compared to your last stop here. 

“thank ya, little lady,” he smiled again, patting your head with his long fingers. you were weak in the knees, he was huge, taller than mingi but more lanky. his arms were thinner, thighs less full yet he also looked so strong… where have all of these men been hiding? 

“we’re even now…?” you asked for his name without asking for it, your sentence trailing along, soliciting the information from him. 

“yunho,” he finished for you, those kind eyes smiling down at you once more. you introduce yourself back with a smile, and he shook your hand much to your surprise. such a mature gesture from a seemingly college boy…it was somehow expected from his character that bled through his features. 

“i wouldn’t say we’re even yet, little lady,” yunho interrupted your train of thought, picking your hand up that was glued to your side, “you owe me a dance and then we’ll be even, scout’s honor.” 

he held up three fingers and you laughed, nodding so he’d put down his damn hand that wasn’t holding onto yours and he led you to the crowd. 

he kept towards the outskirts, only inching you in maybe five layers deep, nowhere near the center. his arm immediately slipped around your waist, knees bending a bit as he did, pulling you flush to him to the flow of music in the air. you giggled, swaying your hips along with his, less build up than you had with the other cowboy yet the destination was just as clear. 

you turned yourself around, pressing your back to him instead and he kept that same arm curled around your waist. you tilted your head, hair falling to one shoulder, leaving the other one bare for him. mingi had started something you were unable to finish, you’d hoped that yunho would pick up right where he left off. 

yunho took a breath, moving his hand to travel along the skin of the slope of your neck to your shoulder, pressing his fingers to the flesh made bare for him. your body’s temperature rose even higher than before, trapping the noise of enjoyment in your lungs. your hips moved in tandem, bodies moving as one to the beat, yunho’s small touches only encouraged the pit that was forming in your stomach. you were getting worked up, beginning to inch toward needing a release, not caring which cowboy you got it from. 

like he could read your mind, yunho bent down and pressed his lips to your shoulder, evoking a sound you couldn’t keep inside this time. your head sank back into his shoulder, your hips stuttering slightly against his, you couldn’t hide what yunho knew you needed right off the mark. 

his lips trailed along the skin of your shoulder, spending time where it met your neck, licking over the sensitive skin there, only encouraging your body to sink further into his own. his hand trailed around your hips, playing with the hem of your skirt, fingertips slipping inside the leather to rub against the skin of your thigh. 

you whipped your body around, overstimulated by the small touches, you needed more. you pressed your lips to his and he moved his hand from your skirt to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. his knee split your legs, slipping a muscled thigh between your own, pressing up against your center. 

once again you were in the crowded mob, doing something not meant for the public eye yet enjoying every second of it — damn near begging for more, for it to go further. you moaned at the contact, finally getting some kind of stimulation where you needed it. your lips moved quickly, rushed, your hand flying to his chest to grip onto the fabric of his shirt. yunho chuckled into the kiss and bounced his leg once, twice before you had to pull your lips off of his, eyes screwed shut. 

“yun!” a voice called from behind you and you wanted to scream in frustration, tell the other person to fuck off so you could keep going, finally finish what had been started. but as you whipped around and your other cowboy stared at you in the face, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly ajar, you knew you were caught red handed. 

a blush crept onto your cheeks, mingi clearly didn't realize it was you that yunho had attached himself to when he yelled his president’s name. you didn’t realize they knew each other. 

“damn, i was gonna ask if you were ready to move to another bar,” his lips pulled into a line but you didn’t see any anger in his big, innocent eyes, “i see that you’re busy.” 

your eyes trailed up and down his figure, thighs thick and full and inviting. you peered up to his lips through your eyelashes, missing their taste, wanting more of him. an idea popped into your head, another one that you didn’t consider the consequences of, thinking with everything but your head. 

you curled your index finger, motioning him towards you as your back sunk into yunho’s chest once more. as mingi came closer, your chin lifted to give mingi your best innocent look, “don’t go, we’re just getting started.” 

you swung your arms around mingi’s shoulders, locking your fingers around your cocktail, hips starting to move along to the song again. the boys followed your lead, neither of them saying a word, only falling into rhythm with you. 

with yunho pressed to your backside and mingi flushed against your front, you felt like you could let go, let your inhibitions run rampant between the two sturdy men who could easily take care of you. you pulled mingi down towards your face with the arms wrapped around his neck, you were met with no resistance as your lips connected once more. 

yunho drank from his beer as he kept his other hand secured on your hip, watching the scene unfold in front of him with darkened eyes. it was hot, watching a girl he just met make out with his best friend while her ass pressed against his cock so deliciously, grinding against him to the beat of the song. he was salivating, his beer washing down the desire he felt from head to toe, fingers gripping harder the longer you kissed. 

yours and mingi’s tongues danced again, fighting for dominance, neither of you unaware of the man that stood right behind you. the slight ache of yunho’s grip on your hip made you whimper into mingi’s mouth, mingi’s own hand lifting up to your waist. his thumb circled at the small space between your top and your skirt, feeling the softness of your skin, the heat that transferred from you to himself. 

you broke away from mingi and glanced behind you, noticing yunho’s lustful stare, his eyes low and clouded. you glanced to his lips and he agreed without a word, leaning forward to catch your awaiting lips with his own. 

mingi huffed at the contact between you and yunho, thumb slipping inside the hem of your top, wanting to keep his hands on you as you kissed his best friend. he pressed himself closer, keeping the growing tent in his jeans away from watchful eyes, suddenly very aware of what the three of you were doing in a packed club. 

“we should go,” mingi’s voice is hoarse as he speaks, “i mean, if you guys want to take this elsewhere.” 

you break away from yunho and nod, scared that the wetness between your legs will start dripping down your thighs if you don’t do something about it. you bring the rest of your drink to your lips, chugging three quarters of it down, the twin cowboys doing the same. you placed your glasses on the bar on your way out, the three of you nearly racing out of the club and back onto the street of broadway. 

“i’m staying at an airbnb a block away,” you decide, leading them in the direction of your place, not giving them the option of going anywhere else. 

as you walked off the busy street the two of them grabbed both of your hands on either side of you, their long legs making you have to walk twice as fast to keep up with them. you arrived quickly, messing up the door code not once but twice in anticipation, giving the code to yunho who punched in the numbers with a cool, calculated head. 

the living room had a few underage sisters still lingering, all who watched you with the two men with eyes that bulged out of their heads, but yet no one said a word. you gave them a small wave and a meek smile before you dragged the boys up the staircase, finally arriving at your bedroom which was a wreck after two days of getting ready. 

mingi hopped on the bed quickly, manspreading with his feet planted on the floor, an invitation for you to sit on his lap. 

“we should talk about this first,” yunho interrupted and both you and mingi simultaneously whined, you stopped in your tracks before hopping on mingi’s lap. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” yunho raised his hands in defense, “but we’ve all been drinking and i want this to be a good experience for all three of us.” 

“i want this,” you interjected with a finger, “i started it.” 

“i also want this,” mingi nodded in agreement, hands readjusting his jeans, “was hoping the night would end this way when i first laid eyes on you, doll.” 

you giggled, your body immediately moving to crawl onto his lap, making yourself comfortable on the spot he just readjusted. 

“hold on, little lady,” yunho came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “you sure? what do you want from this?” 

your head craned upward to look at yunho who stood over you, the crown of your head touching his chest as he towered over your figure that was spread across mingi’s lap. “i’m sure yunho, i wanna be taken care of, want you, want both of you.” 

you glanced down to mingi with the last part and that lopsided smirk returned to his lips as he leaned forward to finally kiss you. yunho interrupted with fingers wrapped around your throat before mingi got the pleasure, tilting your head upward to look at him once again. he leaned down to kiss you, upside down from his position behind you, and you involuntarily ground your hips into mingi. mingi groaned, his head tipping back, watching you kiss yunho. 

“don’t be afraid to tell us to stop if it gets to be too much, okay? you know the color system?” he says as soon as he breaks away from the kiss, moving his head so you were looking into his eyes that have gotten impossibly darker. you nodded and he let go, letting you stretch your neck side to side before you nearly pounced on mingi. 

you attached your lips to the first cowboy, all teeth and spit and tongue, no time to waste as your hands snuck up to the short tufts of hair that were peeking out of his hat, tugging at it. mingi groaned, his hips bucking into you from beneath you, his hands roaming across your thighs. you ground your hips into him, the bulge in his jeans dragging against your clothed clit just right, working your hips into a rhythm. 

you felt the bed dip beside you, remembering yunho was here too, you reached for him with a weak arm. he ignored your hand completely as he pulled your hair over to one shoulder again, leaving the whole side of your neck open, indulging himself in licking up the faint saltiness of sweat on your skin. you moaned into mingi’s mouth from the contact, the stimulation from his cock grinding up into you and yunho’s hot tongue running along your shoulder. 

you broke away from mingi’s mouth, continuing your assault on his lap while yunho licked up the base of your neck, making your head fall to the side so he could suck on your jaw, left hand coming up behind you to unzip your top. you and mingi filled the room with sweet sounds of pleasure, working yourselves on each other, his hands coming up to guide your hips against him. 

“fuck, mingi,” you cursed, your eyes fluttering shut as your top fell to the sheets, missing the widening of the twins eyes, how mingi’s tongue lolled out of his mouth at the sight. 

you felt the pit in your stomach start to build and fast, but it was ripped away from you even faster as yunho scooped you off of mingi’s lap and threw you on the bed behind him. you whined at the loss of contact, your skirt slipping up to your waist at the movement, nothing but your chest and your lacy black thong visible to the cowboys. 

“my turn,” yunho’s declaration was nasty as he attached his lips to yours again, body completely enveloping yours on top of the sheets that you left in disarray. you moaned into him as his hands fled to your chest, thumbs circling over the hardened peaks, making you arch into his touch, legs wrapping around his torso. 

mingi stripped himself of his hat, shirt and boots before he crawled next to the two of you on the bed, an arm sliding between yours and yunho’s bodies, slipping his fingers into your panties. 

you cried out a fuck into yunho’s mouth, the rest of the house be damned as mingi used his ring finger and began circling your clit. you broke the kiss as your head fell back into the mattress, digging into it, your chest arching up into yunho’s as mingi dipped his finger further down, dragging your slick up and down your folds. 

“so fucking wet,” mingi said under his breath, eyes focused on his own fingertip that was slipping in and out of you, barely breaking the line of his first knuckle. you couldn’t focus, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, the only word forming in your head was the continuous chant of more. 

“please put it inside, please don’t tease,” you whined, head turning to plead with mingi, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. yunho kissed down your neck and throat, licking the column, covering the area in his spit and all you could do was moan. 

mingi’s smile turned devilish, not a singular ounce of sympathy in his beautiful face. a rush of something fled through you as the dynamic changed in the room, mingi’s sweet, playful energy turned taunting, “you like it when i play with your pretty pussy, doll? hm?” 

your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words and his finger that was slowly inching deeper, each stroke of the thick digit went further yet still not giving you its entire length, leaving you unsatisfied and impatient but utterly fucked out. 

yunho chuckled as he leaned backward, unhooking your legs from around his waist. your legs stayed spread around his hips as he sat on his haunches, taking one hand to move your panties to the side, watching as mingi’s finger that was covered in your slick barely moved in and out of your center. yunho had changed too, that cool, clear headed energy he filled the room with had turned dominant and powerful, it sent a shiver up your spine. 

he bit his lip as his eyes lowered in focus, “you were right ming, such a pretty fucking pussy.” 

your back arched again, hips bucking into mingi’s finger that still wasn’t giving you enough stimulation. mingi smiled at you through lowered eyes as you thrashed on the bed, bucking your hips even though it was doing nothing. 

“so antsy, what a needy girl,” mingi tsked, shaking his head as he watched you, fingers still not letting up from their unsatisfactory attempt of pleasuring you. 

“here, little lady,” yunho said as if he’d help while he brought his other hand to your center, thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit, using very little to no pressure. you were gonna lose your fucking mind. 

tears welled up in your eyes as the twin cowboys watched with amusement, enjoying your frustration before you brought your hand down to yunho’s wrist, opting to force more pressure from his hand if he wasn’t going to give it to you willingly. it was the only option left, they were getting a kick out of your misery, out of your begging — it was the wrong move, and it turned you on even more. 

yunho gasped as he pulled his hand away right before you could wrap your little fingers around his wrist, mingi following suit, leaving you empty and without any stimulation at all. you cried out, eyes squeezing shut, hips chasing their hands. 

“what was that?” yunho asked in disbelief while you stayed silent, eyes opening to small crescents, tears spilling from your mascara coated lashes. 

his head turned to mingi who responded, “i think that was the doll trying to fuck herself. seems she doesn’t need us at all.” 

mingi’s tightened lips pulled to the side, a disappointed look on his face when yunho responded, “i think you might be right again, ming. you don’t need us, little lady? you wanna fuck yourself? thought you wanted us to take care of you.” 

his words were taunting, mocking, the inflection of his voice did nothing but make the tears flow faster. they had definitely done this before, there were already too many moments where they read each other, knowing what the other was going to do next for this to be their first threesome, you were the naïve one here. you nodded, bobbing your head with fervor, a silent plea for them to just give in, give you what you needed.

“beg for it,” his words were vile, venom as he spat them off his tongue. a wicked smile followed yunho’s order, his hands sliding to your thighs to your hips to take control of your lower half. 

“need you to take care of me, please,” you were immediate in your plea, looking between the two men who wore sardonic faces, their smiles twisted. “need both of you so bad, want you inside me.” 

mingi leaned forward and wiped your tears from your cheeks, the sympathetic glint in his eye did not match the evil smile planted on his lips, “what’s that you sang to me earlier? save a horse and what?” 

“i think it’s save a horse and ride a cowboy,” yunho finished for mingi, pretending he had to rack his brain for the answer, just stalling for more time to look at your naked body spread out in front of him. 

mingi nodded in remembrance, the scene of you grabbing his hat and placing it on your own head playing out in his mind. he flipped over on the bed to his back, knees bent up as he looked over to you, “well? what are you waiting for?” 

you jumped. you scrambled over to lap, kneeling over him as you unbuckled his belt and he laughed, “so eager, doll. can’t wait, can you? no patience at all?” 

you shook your head, eyes completely glazed over as you unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. he kicked them off with ease as you took in the size of him, eyes widening and a gasp leaving your lips at the sheer length he’d somehow kept hidden in his jeans. 

mingi chuckled before he turned his attention to yunho, “wait til she sees you.” yunho immediately smiled with a short nod, zeroed in on you spitting onto mingi’s length, spreading it with a manicured hand. 

you couldn’t hear him, too focused on the voice in your head screaming how the hell you were gonna fit him inside of you? you ignored your worry and kept your focus on him, figuring that you could at least try and take him in your mouth before you fit him inside. 

“there you go,” mingi cooed as you bent down to pepper kitten licks across his leaking tip, spreading the saliva that was pooling in your mouth down his length. you finally took what you could in your mouth, tongue massaging against the underside, hands pumping what your mouth couldn’t fit. mingi immediately groaned, his hand flying to tangle in your hair, not pushing your head but leaving the weight of his palm as a reminder that he could. 

yunho undressed himself off to the side, sitting back to watch, hand wrapped around his length as he pumped himself at the scene playing out in front of him. he always lets mingi go first, get the initial stretch out of the way so he could have an easier time slipping inside you. they had a method, the twin cowboys, a routine they’d used every time they found themselves sharing the same bed with a partner. you might have started this, but they fell into pattern the moment they realized where tonight was headed. 

you took mingi down in your throat, gagging around him, eyes filled with tears once more as you took him impossibly further. mingi’s eyes were screwed shut, moans falling from his lips, hips involuntarily bucking up into your throat with his fingers tangled in your hair. 

“so fucking good, doll, keep going,” his words slurred, voice low and hoarse as he tried to open his eyes to steal a peek at you. he failed, the view made the feeling overwhelming, you’re too good, too pretty, he felt a pit in his stomach forming and he could not allow that to happen just yet. his fingers pulled at the roots of your hair and lifted you off of him with a pop, his own mouth hanging open at the sight of your fucked out face. 

he pulled you up to his lips by your hair, kissing you roughly, once again all teeth and tongue. you whimpered into his mouth, reaching for his cock again and he bucked his hips into your grip on him. 

“ride me, need you,” he said into your lips between kisses, that raspy voice sending another wave of heat through your body.

“color?” a voice called from the side of the bed and you called green to the air, not even bothering to look over to the taller cowboy who asked the question, too engrossed in mingi’s slick, angry cock laying across his pelvis.

you swung your leg over his lap, spit onto your palm and gave mingi one last pump of lubrication before you lined yourself up over his length. you caught the taller cowboy in the corner of your eye, his hand was still, squeezing the base of his cock and your mouth went dry from what you saw out of your peripherals. 

“fuck yunho,” your eyebrows furrowed together as you finally looked over at him, another worry slithering up your spine, making you pause in your ministrations, locking up your joints. he was leaned back, chiseled abdomen clenched as he edged himself, head tipped back and knuckles white from the pressure of the squeeze around the base of his cock. he looked so fucking sexy you almost moaned from the view, but the fear remained, mingi was big but yunho was bigger, massive even as his cock curved toward him past his belly button. 

mingi gave you a light slap to your pussy making you gasp before you turned to face him. “eyes on me doll, i’m the one fucking you, not him.”

you nodded and tried to refresh your focus, regain your train of thought, lining him up with your center but you couldn’t relax as you tried to split yourself open on him. muscles locked, joints stiff, even mingi’s delicious length had you a little nervous despite every nerve begging you to sit the fuck down. 

yunho picked up on it, sliding from his spot beside you to slip behind you, planting kisses along on your shoulder and both hands on your hips. you relaxed in his touch, head leaning back on his shoulder, your own shoulders slumping.

“you can do it, little lady,” he encouraged, guiding your hips down onto mingi, “there you go, baby, relax for me, hm?”

you moaned at the stretch and yunho’s words, trying to relax your core, letting your head get a little fuzzy so you didn’t tighten around him and just sank. mingi moaned, a strained, languid noise as he felt you wrap around him, a delicious squeeze as you took him further. 

his hands sat on top of yunho’s as his eyes screwed shut, moaning his words in pleasure as much as he was encouraging, “yes, doll, take this dick.” 

the two men pulled you down further, guiding you, encouraging you to let go. a guttural moan broke out of you as you bottomed out, sitting flush against mingi. he let out a sigh of relief. 

“really thought you panicked after seeing yun,” mingi said with a laugh as you sat for a moment, enduring the stretch, embracing it. 

“i did,” you admitted and you heard a breath of amusement leave yunho's lips behind you. “you guys should’ve warned me!” 

“how were we supposed to warn you? hey i know you want to fuck us but just so you know we have massive cocks? that’s insane, we’d never get laid,” mingi replied and you laughed at that, almost as if he weren’t buried inside of you.

“valid,” you replied and you could feel yunho’s grip on your hips pulling your body upward, telling you to move without actually saying anything. you and mingi both moaned at the friction, you could feel every inch of him inside of you, every vein rubbing against your walls. 

“color?” yunho asked from behind you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as he guided you downwards again, keeping a slowed pace.

“green,” your voice was breathless and your eyes screwed shut, brain going fuzzy again knowing that yunho was fucking you onto his best friend’s cock. it made you feel like a doll, a plaything, and it was so fucking hot. 

“yes,” mingi whispered as you picked up speed, bouncing on him now, gaining enough strength of your own instead of relying on yunho’s. you lurched forward and your hands pressed against mingi’s sculpted abdomen, using it as leverage to bounce your hips, to gain a rhythm. 

yunho leaned back, hand wrapping around himself again as he watched you fuck mingi, a beautiful view of the back of you bouncing along his length. 

“so fucking sexy,” yunho’s voice was low and sultry, music to your ears and you moaned in response, eyebrows furrowing, that pit in your stomach growing again. yunho noticed your thighs twitch and your rhythm stagger, he was quick to sit on his knees again, wrapping an arm around your hips to attach his fingers to your clit. 

“yes! yes keep going,” you chanted, using the strength of your thighs instead of learning forward against mingi’s abdomen, giving yunho easier access to rub quick circles on your clit. 

“so fucking good doll, taking me so well,” mingi’s hands ran up your thighs as you bounced, his eyebrows fixed together, jaw dropped in pleasure. 

he was hitting every spot so deep, close to touching your cervix from how far he was inside of you. his hands leaned up and kneaded your tits, massaging your nipples between his fingers, pushing your boobs together, slack jawed from the sight in front of him.

“yes, cum on this cock,” the rasp to his voice was so hot, he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly, he needed you to cum first.

yunho circled your clit impossibly quicker and brought his lips to your neck again and you lost it, creaming around mingi, your bounces becoming erratic as you finished on him with a loud cry. mingi quickly brought his hands back to your hips, fucking you onto him through your orgasm, keeping you at a pace to get him past the finish line. 

“inside,” you mumbled through heavy breaths, “cum inside me baby, please mingi, wanna feel it, wanna be full of you.” 

mingi lost it at that, hips bucking up into you until he lost it, too. he finished inside you with a loud groan, his hips slowing, overstimulating himself until he came to a stop. 

like they had a routine, mingi gave himself a moment to catch his breath as yunho lifted you off his length, mingi pulling his body up the bed until his back was against the headboard. you gasped at their quick movements, you were hoping for at least a minute to recover.

“my turn,” he repeated the same words from earlier as he flipped you, laying you down against mingi’s broad chest, kissing you sweetly as his hands raked over your body. 

“say red if you need to stop, okay?” he looked up to you, eyes staring deep into your own so you knew he was being serious. you nodded and he smiled, kissing you again, taking a minute to get lost in your mouth as his hand traveled to your center that had just been pumped full moments prior. 

he let his fingers slip up and down your folds and you gasped, hips immediately bucking at the contact. 

“too sensitive,” you whined, grabbing mingi’s hands that were laid at your sides. 

“gonna take care of you little lady, don’t worry,” yunho didn’t even look up as he spoke, eyes glazed over as he watched his fingers slip through the flood, the mixture of yours and mingi’s release coating his long digits. 

yunho laid down on the mattress, face centimeters from your center and you panicked. is he doing… what you think he’s about to do? he planted a quick kiss to your clit and your head shot back against mingi’s shoulder, a whine leaving your lips from the quick contact, only getting louder as yunho’s tongue dragged from your overstimulated clit to your full hole. 

he spit on it, getting his own liquids in the mix, a concoction of the three of you that was messily spread onto your pussy. it was hot as much as it was embarrassing, you couldn’t live in the discomfort for any longer than a second as the pleasure overtook it.

“shit,” your moan was dragged out as yunho ate mingi’s cum out of you, you watched him lick, you watched him swallow, you watched as he dug his face farther into you when your hips involuntarily bucked into him. 

he took one of his hands that was pressing your thighs to the side and brought it to your center, circling his middle finger around your entrance, slipping the tip of it inside. 

“not this again,” you whined and yunho chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your entire body before he slipped the entire finger inside. 

you cried out, back arching, nails digging into mingi’s hands as you chanted thankyouthankyouthankyou into the air. he added another finger, scissoring them inside of you, curling them up to hit the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. 

the pit grew again, that tight band that threatened to snap dangerously quick. yunho kept the pace of his tongue against your clit, a brutal rhythm, one begging you to cum all over his face. 

“go ahead doll, cum,” mingi said in your ear, voice still low and hoarse and strung, it was music to your ears. you let the band snap, hips jerking against yunho’s face but he let you ride it out, let you come down before he came up for air. 

“no one’s ever done that before,” you admitted the second yunho was in earshot, still shocked and slightly embarrassed by what he had just done you began babbling. “well, i’ve never had a threesome before so no one’s really had the opportunity to.” 

both yunho and mingi’s heads snapped to look at one another before they looked back at you. yunho’s eyes were wide as he spoke, “this- we are your first threesome? why didn’t you say that?!” 

“why would i tell you that?” you asked in the same shocked tone, chest still heaving from your orgasm. 

“it’s the same reason we didn’t tell you we were packing,” mingi replied from behind you, chest vibrating into your back, “you were scared we’d say no.” 

“we wouldn’t of said no,” yunho interjected as he sat back up on his haunches, throwing your legs around his hips again as he lined himself up, “we just would’ve been nicer, more gentle.” 

“too late for that, put it in,” you were quick in your response, eyes flying to yunho’s cock, making mingi chuckle beneath you. 

yunho lined himself up before he paused again, making you whine and answer him before he had the chance to speak, “i’m green and impatient, i’ll tell you if it hurts. put it in.” 

he smiled before he pushed himself in, face contorting as he was greeted with resistance, but not enough to make him concerned. your eyebrows twisted, eyes closing at the stretch, still a discomfort after coming twice so far.

mingi let go of your hands and brought one finger to your clit, the other hand tweaking at your nipple, trying to make the pleasure outweigh the discomfort. you moaned, a strangled but sweet noise, the stretch was intoxicating. 

yunho sheathed himself inside of you and groaned, his head falling forward, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“still so fucking tight little lady, gotta open up for me or i’m gonna cum,” his voice was low, his breath labored as you tried your best to relax again. 

“yeah, just like that, there we go,” he noticed the release of your core and began rocking himself into you, small grunts turning into louder moans the faster his thrusts became. 

mingi kept up the pace of his fingers with yunho’s thrusts making the pleasure almost blinding, so overstimulating you felt your head go fuzzy again, tongue lolling out of your mouth, your senses leaving you.��

“perfect little pussy taking me so good,” yunho praised, only sending you further into whatever headspace you’d entered. you didn’t even know what sounds were leaving you as yunho’s thrusts became relentless, fucking into you at a speed that had you seeing stars again, your head falling lifelessly onto mingi’s shoulder. the pit in your stomach returned and you wondered how it was possible for the two of them to make you cum nearly three times in one night. 

“yunho, so fucking big,” you tried to muster but your babbles had become incoherent as you grabbed onto mingi’s forearms, nails clawing at the soft skin, stuck between wanting him to stop and wanting him to rub your clit faster, your orgasm right on the brink of crashing over you again. 

your hips started fucking back onto him and your prayers were answered, your cries ascending to almost screams as your stomach snapped again, so loud the twin cowboys were hoping those girls in the living room had left. 

“fuck yes, cum on this cock. give me another,” yunho ordered, hands wrapping around your hips again, pulling you into him harshly. his brain seemed to have gone elsewhere also, the dominance returning, the powerful energy he’d surrounded the space with earlier. 

“again?” you cried, hands coming up to claw at yunho’s forearms instead, “i can’t!” 

“yes you can, baby, cum again. give me another, wanna feel you cum around me,” he was as mindless as you are, eyes empty as he fucked into you at a dangerous pace. 

mingi’s hand slid up your torso and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly but just enough, the loss of air causing that pit of pleasure to grow again. yunho smiled, a devilish one while his hand came to circle your clit, tipping you over the edge. 

“yes baby, fuck yes, so good for me,” yunho praised as you came around him, the clench of your pussy only aiding his own release. 

“such a good girl,” mingi cooed, grabbing your hands again, kissing your cheek to soothe your now twitching body. yunho only got out three, four, five more pumps inside you before he was emptying himself, coming down to stilling his movements. 

you caught your breath for a second, pussy still pulsing around him, feeling so utterly spent. yunho pulled out and collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, hands dangling atop his chest. 

“color?” yunho asked, that kind smile on his face as he turned to you. 

“green,” you responded, your voice raspy, “but you can’t fuck me again. i won’t be able to handle cumming again for another, like, three days.” 

the twins both laughed at that, mingi pecking small kisses to your cheek before he asked, “should we shower?” 

the three of you showered, all of you resembling something like zombies as you all shared the same vanilla coconut body wash. you went back downstairs after that for food and water, all dressed in white robes the airbnb provided, and the girls that were in the living room earlier were all still there, faces bright red. 

“wanna watch a movie?” you asked the room, the twin cowboys still behind you, and the girls reluctantly agreed, only receiving shy nods of their heads.  the three of you sat on the massive sectional surrounded by your sisters in their pinkest pajamas, with cozy robes and towels twisted around your heads. you ate popcorn, watched once upon a time in the west, and fell asleep with your limbs entangled, cozied up in the fluffiest blankets with two cowboys that’d go down in history in your sorority’s legendary spring break stories.

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˙✧˖°🦊 ༘ ⋆｡˚ farmhouse lovin’ ˙✧˖°🦊 ༘ ⋆｡˚

pairings: farmhouse!ellie x fem!reader (domestic)

synopsis: a day in the life of you and ellie at your beloved farmhouse

warnings: nothing just some cursing and a little bit of friskiness- also shimmer never dies and so does joel-

a/n: tooth rotting fluff! i have so many ideas written down so get ready for some content!!

the morning rays hit your face and the cold chill of the morning air wakes you up. you turn over to see ellie still fast asleep, her light snores filling the air and making you smile. you slowly get out of bed and throw your robe on feeling chilly from sleeping in basically nothing. you kiss and pet your guys dog, lady, she usually joins you in the morning. you make your way downstairs and start your morning routine, every morning you’ll usually be the first awake and you go put your boots on to go let all your guys animals out. starting with the chickens, grabbing your usual basket to grab the eggs that you happen to find from the night before.

“what do we have here ladies?” you mumbled as you went into the coop and checked in their little cubbies. you were successful with about 15 eggs, thanking the girls and making your way to the other animals. you opened the barn door walking to the horses first.

“good morning miss shimmer and good morning to you too silver.” you greeted them with some pets to the head and went and grabbed their feed. feeding them and then grabbing the hose to poor some fresh water in their buckets. once finished with that you head over to the sheep and let them out of the barn. you went back into the house with lady and headed to the kitchen, starting to clean the eggs. grabbing all the things to feed lady, you start on that. you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, turning around you see ellie coming down the stairs rubbing her eyes of sleep.

“hey pretty lady.” she said as she walked over to you and grabbed your waist from behind.

“good morning honey.” you giggled as she started swaying side to side, kissing down your neck. getting that butterfly like feeling in your stomach.

“how long you been up?”

“just about an hour at most.” she nodded and kept her head in the crevice of your neck. you both stayed like that for what felt like forever, not wanting to move from each other. the warmth of your bodies bringing you comfort.

“have you done everything already?”

“mhm, got 15 eggs today so we can use those for breakfast!” ellie finally pulled away and grabbed the dog bowl from you to give to lady.

“what did you want to have?”

“well we can do simple bacon and eggs because joel brought us that bacon earlier this week. i also have some stuff for french toast. honestly its up to you!”

“lets do some french toast, we can still use that bacon and have it on the side. so we can let joel know how it was!” you agreed and started to grab what you would need. walking into the living room you started up a record so you had some music in the background. the best thing about living here was you could be as loud as you want.

“what record for today?” you yelled into the kitchen.

“how about some queen!” you nodded and out the record on. walking back to the kitchen you got started on the french toast.

“hey i was thinking we go for a little right today maybe visit jackson, joel usually has something for us.”

“yeah that sounds perfect it’s the one day this spring that we haven’t had rain.” as you were at the stove starting up some french toast and ellie pulled you away.

“lets dance baby.” you giggled at her as she grabbed your hands to put them around her neck and placed her hands at your waist. you felt lady jump up on you guys.

“oooo miss lady wants to dance too.” ellie bent down to give her kisses all over.

“you are such a good girl aren’t you.” ellie said in a cute little baby voice and she barked in response. standing back up putting her hands around you again.

“i love you, so so much my love.” your face turning read at the love and pet name.

“i love you more.”

“oh but i love you most.” you both shared a laugh and she started to kiss all over your face.

“ellie ellie i need to get to the food, its gonna burn.” giggling the whole time, she pulled away and let go of you, going back to her job. you both cooked in a comfortable silence with the music playing, every so often sharing kisses and teasing touches.

you had finished cooking and plated everything so nicely, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. you guys had found a bunch of dvd’s at this old movie store and had been hooked on this show series you two found called friends, so you put that on to watch a couple of episodes while you eat. lady came and sat on the floor in between you begging for food like always. cutting the first little piece of french toast and cheersing.

“first bite!” you both said and both let out an ‘mmm’ at how good the food tasted.

“holy shit this is so good babe!” she yelled and kissed your cheek. you giggled at her excitement over the food, that was the way to her heart. you watched two episodes before finishing and going to wash the dishes.

“you know i am on rachel’s side she should be mad, ross was an ashole for that.”

“we were on a break, my ass! typical man.” you finished the dishes and made your way upstairs to find ellie already dressed in a brown flannel and some jeans.

“well hello there sexy, you single?” you walked into your shared room and walked over to ellie.

“no no i have a beautiful girlfriend.” you laughed at her giving you the hand and shooing you away.

“i’ve trained you well.” ellie laughed and walked past you slapping your butt which leads you to let out a small scream and a hey. you heard her footsteps pick up indicating she ran and you just shook your head. making your way to the closet and grabbing some short considering it wasn’t too cold today you took it as a sign. throwing on those and a cute matching flannel to ellie, you walked to the bathroom to do your hair. on a patrol you guys found a hair salon and found working hair tools and snatched them right up. you and ellie had a ‘his and her’ sink, getting lucky with that. taking your spot next to her to straighten your hair, it took some time to get it to work but thanks to joel and tommy they got the electricity to work.

you both finished getting ready, making your way downstairs and putting your shoes on. you grabbed lady’s harness to put on her, you usually let her roam without a leash so the harness is just for more protection.

“come here girly, harness time.” she came to you and got into position knowing she was going on an adventure. you guys had found her when she was a puppy, someone in jackson was giving away some puppies that their dog had just given birth to and lady was one of them. you were able to train her to know to kill bad people and she had been a great edition to your little family.

“hey you got everything?”

“yup all good!.” both grabbing your bags and heading out to the animals. lady came with you guys to herd the sheep back into the barn.

“good job girl go get em’” you patted her and sent her on her way. watching her as she herds the sheep inside ellie walks over to the chicken coop and lets the girls back inside. you walked over and grabbed your horses to get going. usually the way to jackson was only a 30 min hike and the patrol kept the trail pretty empty so it’ll be a nice relaxed ride over. you two get on your horses and are on your way. the feeling of the chilled breeze on your skin sends shivers, making you grab your cardigan from your bag to cover yourself.

“i could never get over the view.” you heard ellie say from behind you and you nodded your head at the comment.

“me neither its too good every time.”

“oh no that view, this one.” you turn confused and see her staring at you. your face turning red at the eyes on you.

“oh shut it.”

“never!!” ellie yells as she passes you. rolling your eyes you follow behind.

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you see the gate to jackson and signal to the people at the watch that it’s you and ellie. they open the gate and you guys make your ways inside. you both say hello to everyone on the way to the stables.

“hey guys, visiting for the day?” the woman, angie who runs the stables, said and pulled silver into the barn.

“yeah it felt like a good day to do so get ourselves out the house for a little!.” she nodded and you walked out the barn to meet with ellie.

“hey baby.” she kissed you on your cheek and you both made your way our of the stables. lady already made herself at home getting all the lovin’ from dina.

“hey d!” you yelled over at her and caught her attention.

“hey guys, what are you you two doing here today?” she said getting up and hugging you both.

“just visiting, wanting to drop in and see if joel had anything for us, maybe catch a drink.”

“awesome! jesse is actually waiting for me we’ve got patrol unfortunately but we should see you guys before you head out.”

“awe no fun.”

“i know but i can’t miss more maria will kill me….” you said your goodbyes and started the walk to joel’s. walking through jackson makes you forget the world around you, saying your hellos to everyone you pass by, taking a second to play with some of the kids and just overall catching up with everything. you finally appreciate being alive again, having people who love and care about you and a cozy home that you had always wanted. it helps with the horrors that are away from jackson.

finding joel’s house you both make it up the steps and knock on the door. there’s a second before you hear footsteps and the barking of joel’s dog, aka lady’s boyfriend, chuck. the door opens and lady immediately runs inside to say hello.

“woah lady, hi there pretty lady.”

“hey kiddo, oh and ellie.” you cackled as he came and hugged you.

“yeah yeah i get it you like my girlfriend more than me.”

“oh shush silly come here.” he said and pulled ellie in for a hug.

“what are you kiddos doing here, just visiting?”

“yeah we figured since its so nice to come see everyone.”

“well good thing you did i’ve got some stuff for you guys i picked up earlier this week.” he got up from his chair to grab what he got.

“see i told you.” ellie whispered to you and you both chuckled at joel always having something for you guys. he came back in the room with a basket full of stuff.

“so i harvested some stuff finally and wanted to give you guys some of it, i’ve got some strawberries, apples, bell peppers, green onions, and some of those avocados you guys like. i went and did some huntin’ as well and got some good venison meat, and then maria made you folks some meatballs for pasta. i made some cool shelves for your bathroom under the stairs, y/n mentioned you guys needed some.”

“thank you so much joel thats so thoughtful.” you thanked him for doing what he does for you guys. he started to garden because you have a small garden behind the house and asked if you could teach him. you taught him all he knows now and you’re so happy to see he’s harvesting now.

“i can help you folks bring the shelves if you’d like so you can carry whatever else you get.”

“we would appreciate that, thanks joel.”

“its no problem kiddo.” you all smiled at each other and ended up getting caught up in conversation again. catching up with each other you guys ended up at the food hall with tommy and maria having some lunch.

“we wanted to host a dinner with everyone at the farmhouse soon, after we get some more stuff decorated.”

“that would be wonderful we haven’t had a good family dinner in a bit.” you smiled at joel being excited for a family dinner with everyone. his hard exterior was slowly coming off and he was just a big ole teddy bear. it was cute.

“hey were having a festival soon, ill let y’all know the date so y’all can come down and spend it with us.”

“yeah we found some fun stands at the warehouse down south that would be perfect for carnival games.” tommy nodded at maria staring at her with the most loving look.

“well that sounds very exciting, we will definitely be there. let us know if there’s anything we can do to help!”

“well we could use your paintin’ skills ellie.” joel pointed at her and winked.

“sounds great, i’ve been wanting a small project.”

“perfect why don’t you guys come back in two days and we can get started.” tommy proposed and you both agreed excited for a new project. you all chatted and finished eating. maria had some stuff for you guys, just some essentials like bread and some soap.

you guys were at the tipsy bison now with everyone. you started to get really sleepy, feeling the adventure of the day hitting you hard and the alcohol hitting harder.

“hey els, im feeling sleepy.” you placed your head on her shoulder resting your eyes.

“okay do you want to start heading back?”

“yes please.”

“okay baby let me let joel know so we can head out.” she kissed your head and made her way to the bar where joel was. the feeling of dina’s hand rubbing your back was lulling you to sleep. dina was always super affectionate with you all, always has a hand on you. she was like a sister to you, it brought you comfort. ellie came back and pulled you up into her arms.

“hey baby we gotta go, gotta get on the horse now.” you didn’t realize she had carried you all the way to the stables, you had been set down and you just really felt so tired. stretching your body out trying to wake yourself up.

“tommy’s gonna come as well to bring the rest of the stuff and so joel has someone when they come back.” you nodded at her and said your goodbyes to everyone. you had the best day with the people you are glad to call family.

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you had made it home safely, the cold wind hitting your face the whole time was the only thing keeping you awake. you guys rode the horses into the barn and set them up for the night.

“hey head into the house okay go get comfy honey.” you nodded and kissed ellie before walking the ways to the house. you walked upstairs and grabbed some comfy pajamas, it was a colder night so you threw on something that would keep you warmer through the night. you walked downstairs to help joel and tommy put the food away.

“already gettin’ comfy kiddo?” you rolled your eyes at joel’s comment.

“once i get home i will be in pajamas.” they both laughed at your comment and you all put the rest of the stuff away. joel showed you the shelf and it was perfect next to the mirror. you thanked him and walked them out to the porch where ellie joined you guys.

“thank you so much for the help and the stuff we really appreciate it.”

“of course, y’all are helpin’ me with the stands so its all comin’ around.” tommy patted ellie’s back and pulled her into a small hug. you said your goodbyes and set them off on their ways. ellie gabbed your waist and you waved goodbye at the two men like little old ladies.

“okay lets go im freezing.” you pulled her into the house, closed and locked the door for the night. you went around and did your ‘closing shift’ and closed all the windows and locked them all up. going through your mental checklist of things to do before bed, turning off the lights downstairs and making your way up. ellie was in the bathroom already getting ready for bed and in some pajamas.

“hey cutie.” you gave her a side hug and kissed her on the cheek, you could smell the faint bit of cologne she still had on from the day and her freshly washed face. she had resisted the first time you mentioned that she should start washing her face because she insisted she didn’t need it now she does it every night before bed.

“hey beautiful, i made sure to feed to animals and they’re all good and in their little beds.”

“thank you my love i appreciate it a lot, i don’t know why i feel so tired.”

“we had a big day together.” smiling up at her you kissed her, the kiss lasting longer than expected.

“up.” ellie mumbled in your ear, you jumped and she picked you up to place you on the counter.

“you’re so pretty baby.” not a second later you crashed your lips into hers, your hands traveling up to her hair. ellie pulled you closer towards her deepening the kiss, you cheeks flushed feeling her pull you into her and feeling her hands make her way down to your butt. she pulled you up off the counter still kissing you taking you to the bed. you giggled at her throwing you down onto the bed, kissing up and down your neck and your face the feeling tickling you. she made her way back up to your lips and you both slowed down your kisses, softly feeling every curve of your lips hitting each other. you stay there for what feels like forever just enjoying the moment of each other. you feel the whine of a little puppy dog right next to you, you both turn and see lady sitting their with a smile on her face and her tail wagging indicating she wants attention too.

“hey girl you want some kisses too??” ellie moves from on top of you and goes over to her and gives her kisses all over her face, she licks ellie all over her face and tackles her. its so cheesy but hearing ellie’s laughs filled you with such joy, the amount that you two had been through to get here she deserves to be happy. this simple life was all you had wanted, you were so happy to just settle down in a beautiful home with the most amazing girl and surrounded by the most amazing people.

“hey sweetie, you still with us?”

“oh of course!”

“you okay?”

“more than okay.” you smiled at ellie, falling into each other on the bed with your head on ellie’s chest. hearing her heart beat was the only way you could fall asleep now, can’t live without it.

“i love you baby.”

“i love you more els.”

“i’ll let you win this round.” you both giggled settling into each other, with lady at your feet. ellie reached over and turned the lamp off, both of you humming into each other. ellie playing with your hair makes you drown out the night noise and fall right too sleep. she notices you had fallen asleep and kissed your forehead.

“i love you more than you know.” lulling herself to sleep of the sounds of your soft snores.

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a/n: i have already started another one shot that’ll be out tomorrow for abby! i hope you enjoyed this!! requests are open!!

[nomie-11]

Dear Ellie

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synopsis: after you pass away from an illness, ellie finds letters you had hidden away while you were still alive, and learns to live again

pairings: ellie williams x reader

Dear Ellie, 

If your hand is in this jacket pocket, it means it’s getting cold out, and you need to grab your winter coat from the closet and clean this one. It’s nasty not to wash your summer coat. 

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A part of her didn’t want to put away her summer coat. 

Putting away her summer coat would be allowing the last season you had been alive to pass her by. She didn’t like winter, didn’t like the cold bite in her cheeks. She wanted to stay in the warmth forever, swim in the freezing creeks and lay in the grass. 

She clutched the jacket tighter around her, fingers curling into the fabric as if holding it close would keep you closer. The scent of summer was nearly gone, faded under the crisp chill of autumn leaves and approaching winter, but she swore she could still catch a trace of you—the faint scent of strawberries, like a whisper she couldn’t quite make out. 

Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, the dim glow of the lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The note, your note, rested in her lap, the edges slightly crumpled from how many times she’d unfolded and remolded it. She traced the letters with a fingertip, your handwriting so familiar, so you. 

Her throat tightened. She should put the coat away. Should clean it just like you told her to. But if she did that, if she packed it up in the closet, it would mean the last season you had held her in would have passed without any attempts of her holding back. 

Despite her best attempts at clawing against time, to stay in the warm days of August and remember the feel of your hand in hers, she had been unsuccessful against the cooling of the air and the falling of the leaves. Ellie folded the note carefully, tucking it back into the pocket where it belonged. The coat stayed wrapped around her body. 

Winter could wait. She wasn’t ready yet. 

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Dear Ellie, 

If it’s really winter now, you should be wearing those gloves I made you. The ones with the weird stitching because I messed up halfway through. You promised me you’d wear them. 

I swear on my own grave, I’ll find a way to haunt you if you manage to get hypothermia. 

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She found them buried at the bottom of her drawer, shoved beneath old scarves and mismatched socks. 

The stitching was just as bad as she remembered. 

Ellie turned them over in her hands, running her thumbs over the uneven thread. You’d cursed the whole time while making them, frustrated with every mistake, but you’d still given them to her with a proud little smile. She had laughed, told you they were the ugliest thing she’d ever seen, and you’d punched her in the arm for that. 

Her vision blurred. 

With a sharp inhale, she pulled the gloves on. They were too warm, too tight around her fingers, but she clenched her fists and kept them on anyway. 

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Dear Ellie, 

If the snow is melting, it means spring is coming! You always liked spring more than winter, even though you pretended not to care. I remember the way you looked at the first green buds on the trees, the way your shoulders relaxed when the sun started lingering a little longer in the sky. 

I hope you’re letting yourself enjoy it. 

Go outside, Els. Feel the mud under your boots. Breathe it in. And eat something fresh, for god’s sake. You live in a town with a greenhouse. Use it. 

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The first signs of spring came slow—just hints at first, little glimpses of warmth breaking through the cold. The ice cracked, the snow thinned, and Ellie found herself standing outside, watching the way the world woke back up. 

She hadn’t noticed how tense her shoulders had been all winter until she felt them ease. 

For the first time in months, she let the sun sit on her face, let herself close her eyes and breathe in the damp, earthy scent of thawing ground. 

It was strange how grief shifted with the seasons. Winter had been heavy, cold, a weight pressing down on her chest. But spring… spring was different. It still ached, still lingered in the quiet moments, but it wasn’t as sharp. It was softer, something almost gentle, like the calming kiss of a morning breeze. 

She wandered to the greenhouse, hands stuffed in her pockets, and lingered by the rows of plants. You would have scolded her for not coming sooner. 

So she picked a handful of strawberries. 

She had never really liked them before—always found them when they weren’t ripe, too bitter and too sour—but when she bit into one now, it wasn’t like she remembered. 

It was sweet. 

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Dear Ellie, 

I bet the creek is freezing. But that never stopped me! You always called me crazy, but I think you liked it at heart—how alive it made me feel. You only ever stuck your feet in, but you should go all the way in now. 

Go swimming for me. Scream when the cold hits you. Laugh when you resurface. Let yourself feel it all. 

You’re still here, Els. Don’t just exist. 

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Dina and Jesse’s had to drag her there. 

Ellie resisted at first, muttering excuses, shoving her hands deeper into her jacket. But when they reached the creek, something pulled at her, something deep in her chest that she couldn’t quite name. 

The water was crisp and fast, but the surface was smooth, catching the soft gold light of late spring. It was just as freezing as she remembered—just as sharp, just as breath-stealing. 

Dina jumped first, her laughter echoing through the trees, and Jessie followed with a loud whoop. 

Ellie hesitated at the edge, heart hammering. 

Then she thought of you. 

She thought of your grin, the way you used to look over your shoulder before you flipped off the higher rock into the cool rush of the river. 

So she jumped. 

The cold stole the breath from her lungs, but when she resurfaced, gasping, all she could do was laugh. 

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Dear Ellie, 

It’s summer now, isn’t it?

I hope you’re not hiding inside like you do when it gets too hot. You never liked it, but summer was my favorite so you put up with it. I hope you’re still putting up with it. 

I hope you go outside, feeling the grass under your feet, hiking up in the mountains, sneaking ice from Joel’s fancy freezer. I hope you’re letting yourself have all of it. 

And I hope you’re not alone. 

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Joel was older now. 

Ellie had always known that, had seen it in the way he over, the way he rubbed at his knees after a long day, the way he sighed when he sat down. 

But lately, she really saw it. 

She saw the gray in his hair, the lines that had deepened around his eyes. She saw the way his hands, once so steady, still so strong, sometimes trembled when he thought no one was looking. 

She had spent so long being angry. Holding onto it like armor, like proof of something she couldn’t quite name. 

But now? 

Now, she just saw her dad getting older. 

So she started spending more time with him. Small things at first—helping him with repairs, eating meals together, sitting on the porch on a dry summer night when the heat of the day finally faded. 

One day, she found an old guitar string and fixed up the guitar he had given her years ago. 

When she played, he closed his eyes and listened. 

They didn’t talk about it, about the time they had lost, about the things that had stood between them for so long. 

They didn’t have to. 

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Dear my love, 

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe because you wrote to me first to make sure I didn’t go insane. Maybe because I’m afraid that if I stop talking to you, I’ll forget the sound of your voice. 

I guess I just… I wanted to tell you that I did it. 

I swam in the freezing creek. I screamed like a fucking idiot when I hut the water, and Dina laughed so hard she started crying. Jesse splashed me in the face, and for a second, it was like nothing had even changed. 

I ate the strawberries from the greenhouse. And you were right—they totally aren’t bitter. I don’t think they ever were, I was just too much of an idiot to wait and get ready for them to ripen. You’d get a kick out of me trading anything for strawberries. 

Joel and I… we’re okay now. I sit with him on his porch some nights, and we don’t really say much, but it’s enough. I think he’s happy I’m around more. I was an ass for ignoring him for so long. 

It still hurts. I still miss you. Some nights, it hits me out of nowhere, and it’s like I can’t breathe. But then I think about what you’d say. I think about the way you’d roll your eyes at me, but then help me get back on my feet, go outside, live. 

So I’m trying. 

I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you. But I’m learning that missing you doesn’t mean I have to stop living. 

I’m carrying you with me, Y/n. Every season. Every letter. Every strawberry. 

With all my love forever, 

Ellie

What i think would happen if Ellie had an opportunity to actually grieve someone’s death

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[rafesangelita]

♡ ART DECO :: “you’re so art deco, out on the floor. shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.”— your attempt to cut things off with rafe only fuels him to come back with a vengeance.

warnings: toxic!rafe, friends w benefits, rafe is terrible, jealousy, manipulation, arguing at a party, topper kisses you, fighting, rafe ‘breaking’ in your house

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wc: 2.6k

“i have to get going.” you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe started pulling his clothes back on. even though this wasn’t anything new, it didn’t make you feel any better. you watched him, sitting up with the sheets covering your chest. “see you tonight?” he was looping his belt when he sighed. “we’ll see.” he shrugged, not sparing you another glance before leaving altogether.

your friends would be so disappointed in you right now if you told them that you allowed yourself to go through this again. “you’re so stupid!” you muttered to yourself, quickly making your way to a shower, wanting nothing more than to wash the feeling of him off. you knew rafe would never take you serious, but you liked him so much that if having a no strings attached arrangement was the only way you could have him, you were willing to do just that. you wouldn’t let yourself cry over him, but you did go through the motions each time.

you’d swear you would tell him you didn’t want to do this anymore, but the second he was in your ear, whispering to you all the ways he wanted to take you, you never failed to bend at his will, quite literally. tomorrow would be the first day of spring break, so in your best friend’s fashion, it was only right to throw a complete rager with open invitation. you spent the remainder of your evening getting ready before chloe texted you that she was outside.

“you look insane?! are you serious?” chloe’s jaw hung open as you walked to her car. “this isn’t the y/n i know. what did you do with her?!” you laughed, giving your friend a spin. you were wearing a lacey black see through dress, and a matching black set underneath. “good girl is staying in tonight.” you posed as chloe snapped a picture of you. “you look so hot, i love it.” she ushered you into the passenger seat, both of you riding back to her place. “fuck, it’s this packed already?” you got off, the heel of your boots clicking against the cement of her driveway. “just wait till you see inside.” she warned.

sure enough, you were greeted with the sight of at least a hundred people in the living room alone. chloe took your arm with hers, weaving through the crowd of people. you met with some more friends, everyone ogling your outfit since it was a drastic change from what you’d usually wear. “don’t let rafe see you in this.” at the mention of his name, you felt your stomach drop as you looked around towards the kitchen. “has anyone seen him? he’s the last person i want to run into right now.” you accepted the drink one of your friends came back with.

“oh, you don’t have to worry about that, he’s been pretty occupied out on the balcony.” hannah raised her eyebrows, the girls looking at you for your reaction. “occupied?” you took a sip from the red solo cup in your hand. even though you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want him with anyone else either. “topper and kelce are betting a whole bunch of money on a card game, apparently rafe is too.. just with a random sitting on his lap while he does it.” you licked your lips, nodding your head slowly as chloe watched you carefully.

“that’s cute.” without wasting another second, you started walking upstairs, your friends trailing behind you. chloe’s balcony was connected to the master bedroom, the double doors wide open for anyone to come in and out of. your eyes fell on rafe, the blonde draped across his lap was no one you’ve ever seen before. she was most defintely a touron. you walked outside, the guys so into their game that no one looked up from their cards. “hey.” you smiled sweetly at the girl across from you as you did the last thing you thought you’d do tonight, and sat on topper’s lap.

“well you look really good.” you hit his shoulder playfully, meeting rafe’s heated gaze when he did a double take. “aw, thank you ‘top. you wouldn’t mind if i sat here, would you?” you trailed your fingertips across his chest, a teasing smile gracing your lips as you watched how nervous you made him. “o-of course not, maybe you could be my lucky charm.” he showed you his cards, the giant stack of cash in the middle of the table catching your eye. “who’s winning right now?” even though you asked topper directly, rafe answered. “i am.” your head shot in his direction, his hand running up and down the girls thigh.

“i’m sorry, i’ve never seen you around here, like ever,” you laughed, “do you have a name?” the girl looked embarrassed as you gave her a once over, her body visibly tensing the longer you stared at her. “i’m just going to go get another drink.” she got up, leaving rafe by himself as he shot daggers at you. diverting your gaze back to topper’s cards, you whispered in his ear to put down the ace. “that’s the winning card.” you reassured him, moving your hips slightly as you put the card down yourself, rafe following suit. “whoever has the highest gets the green, baby,” kelce leaned forward as you and rafe flipped your cards over. “fuck yeah!” topper shot up from the couch, holding you against him as you cheered.

“five thousand dollars, all yours ‘top.” kelce’s smile dropped as he glanced over at rafe. “let’s go!” before you could pull away, completing your mission to piss rafe off, topper grabbed a handful of your ass before kissing you roughly. “oh, fuck no,” rafe grabbed topper by his shirt, pushing you out of the way as he landed a punch square in his mouth. you sat there dumbfounded as kelce rushed to break them apart. “i don’t give a fuck about a few thousand dollars, keep your hands to yourself or i’ll fucking kill you.” before you could get up, rafe dragged you away by your arm. “leave her alone!” chloe shoved rafe, who didn’t even budge before taking you outside to the front.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he backed you up against one of the cars, his arms caging you in. “you trying to fuck my friends now, is that it?” you turned your head away from where he was grabbing your chin. “don’t touch me.” you swatted his hand away. “sitting on topper’s lap? what’s your fucking problem?” his knees dug into your thighs, your last band of resistance snapping. “you’re my fucking problem!” you pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“you tell me that you don’t want a relationship, but then freak out like this? meanwhile you’re still going around doing whoever you want? i hate this, rafe! you don’t even look at me afterwards, how do you think that makes me feel?” he stared at you, his jaw ticking as you kept the tears from falling down your face. “this isn’t about you not being able to commit to someone, this is about you keeping me to yourself and having me around only when it benefits you. i’m done.” you didn’t allow him to respond, chloe jogging up to you just in time.

“you okay?” she pushed your hair out of your face. “can you just take me home please?” your best friend didn’t hesitate, walking you down the driveway before yelling; “get the fuck off of my property, asshole!” making you laugh softly. “fuck him. don’t let him have access to you anymore until he proves to you that he can take you serious. you deserve a million times better than that.” once the car door shut, you let the water works loose. after reassuring chloe that you’ll be okay by yourself, she finally let you off the car, not driving off until she watched you go inside.

your phone started chiming with new messages, all of them from rafe.

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: can we please talk about this?

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: that touron came onto me first, alright? you could ask topper.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: actually, don’t talk to topper at all.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: y/n i know i fucked up alright, please call me. or at least let me go over, let me make this up to you, let me make you feel good..

you scoffed at the last message. that’s all you were to him, a good fuck. nothing more, nothing less. you blocked his number, deciding to call it a night. you would have to be joining your parents tomorrow for the country club’s annual luncheon, which you were sure rafe would be at as well. you spent the rest of the night regretting your decision to get rafe riled up, topper kissed you for crying out loud. you made a vow to yourself, swearing you’d never do anything outlandish to get anyone’s attention, especially rafe’s.

“you ignoring me now?” you sucked in a breath, not daring to turn around and face the one man you couldn’t handle to see at the moment. “leave me alone, rafe. seriously.” you walked faster, hoping to reach the main dining room before he yanked you back. “blocking my number and my instagram? i didn’t think you had it in you.” you scoffed, looking up at him as he smiled, shaking his head. “didn’t think i had it in me?” you arched a brow, prying his grip off of your arm.

“come on, y/n,” he looked around, placing a hand on your hip, “we both know no contact isn’t going to work. i’ll show up at your house if i have to.” you didn’t doubt his words for one second, but the fact that he felt this comfortable dismissing your feelings was enough for you to realize what you had to do; tear down his ego. “and why wouldn’t it work? because you wouldn’t have anyone to run to when your daddy makes you cry?” rafe visibly recoiled, his hand moving as if touching you burned him.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his eyes narrowing down at you. “you heard me. it seems like you forgot we were best friends before we started having sex,” you laughed bitterly, “what happened? lost respect for me or something?” not being able to be in his presence for one more second, you left and met your parents at their table. for the rest of the luncheon, you could feel rafe’s gaze piercing through your skin. you knew you struck a chord, but it was all true.

“me and your father will be going to the mainland for the next few days for business, will you be joining us?” your mother’s voice snapped you out of your reverie. “chloe’s only here for a week before she goes back to uni so i’m gonna stay.” she nodded. “alright, i’ll have the driver take you home then, and sweetie,” she leaned in close, “you might want to see what that cameron boy wants, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you sat down.” you glanced up, your stomach dropping at the sight of him. “it’s complicated.” you whispered, you and your mother getting up to leave.

the ride back was quick, your parents letting you know they’ll call you when they get off the ferry. you were about to walk inside before you noticed the door cracked open. what the hell? you turned around to see if your parents were still there, but the car was already gone. you tried to brush it off, going in cautiously. it was still early in the day, the sun still shining brightly overhead. you made your way to the security system, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you saw it had already been reset. “that’s impossible..” you whispered, jumping when you heard a clash come from upstairs.

you stood frozen, debating if you should run out or go check for yourself. the last thing you wanted to do was call the cops and it wasn’t anything to worry about. you cursed to yourself, slowly making your way upstairs. “is someone there?” you called out, opening the room doors and looking them over. obviously you expected no one to answer, but you still felt relieved when you saw that nothing was out of place. that was until you got to your room, where one side of your bed looked like someone had been laying in it.

you ran your hand over the sheets, the soft material still warm. “i told you i was gonna show up to your house if i had to.” your head shot up to your bathroom, rafe leaning against the doorframe. “what are you doing?” your heart was beating in your ears, his gaze making you feel powerless in this situation. “i’ve been a dick to you, i’ll admit that. i’ll apologize for that. i’m sorry, y/n, i really am,” he started moving towards you, “and you know what? you’re right. it is about me wanting to keep you to myself.” rafe a took a seat in front of you. “i want to work on this. i want us to work together, we could really make this a good thing.” you didn’t know you were crying until rafe wiped the tear from your eye.

“you’re lying to me.” you shook your head, pushing his hand away. a flash of hurt passed over rafe’s face. “i wouldn’t lie to you about this. i’m not as cold and unsure as you think i am.” his hands rested on your thighs. “i can’t even put into words how bad i wanted to hurt topper last night when i saw you sitting on him, and when he grabbed you and kissed you? i wouldn’t have stopped punching him if kelce didn’t get in the middle.” you listened, eventually relaxing under his touch. “i will do everything i have to do to prove to you i’m serious about this. about us.” he started moving closer, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“what do you say, baby?” you swallowed, sitting in thought for a moment. this was all you ever wanted from rafe. the sincerity, the reciprocation. “you promise?” your voice was shaky, his eyes softening as he pulled you against his chest. “you have my fucking word.” he whispered against your skin, his hand running up and down your back. you smiled, pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. slowly, he brought his hands up to your shoulders, his fingers running through your hair before you felt him gripping your neck. “as much as i want to take you slow, i have to punish you for saying what you did at the countryclub.” your eyes fluttered shut as rafe laid you down, his knee wedging itself between your thighs.

“say it again.” his hand was still wrapped around your neck as you looked up at him with tear clad eyes. “rafe..” he smiled, the action that usually has your heart melting, now had a shiver running down your spine. “say it.” rafe said through gritted teeth. you shuddered, ultimately giving in. “i told you, you wouldn’t have anyone to run off to if your dad made you cry again,” saying it to him after you resolved things just felt cruel now. “and that was very insensitive of me, i’m sorry.” rafe shushed you. “it’s alright.. ‘cause i’m gonna make you regret opening your mouth at all.”

[writingwisterias]

Ruined

Part 2

Kidnapper! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!reader

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DNE, SMUT MDNI, Dub-Con, Sonomphila, Oral (F receiving), Cow-Girl, Unprotected Sex, Degradation Kink, Implied Abuse, Manipulation, Light Intox Kink, Isolation

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Taglist: @rigorwhoring

had a thought couldn't shake it = pt2, Lighter on the tags this time but only going to get worse ;)

Nature was your only chance for a brief moment of peace, being able to watch the water flow freely in front of you from where you perched on a fallen tree without the fear of anything. Most of your fight had left, the fear of him doing something worse lingered in the back of your mind. His strength seemed endless like there were no limits he wouldn’t go to just so you understood that he can easily overpower you. Nothing in this situation was fair and it never will be so you have accepted that you should just deal with it. You had still yet to see the full extent of your kidnappers' anger – it wasn’t like you wanted to, after all curiosity killed the cat. With how obsessed he was with you it wouldn’t be like him to go that far. At least you hoped not. It was a good thing, you suppose, that his tolerance was high you guess. 

If you sat here for long enough it was like you almost forgot where you were or why you were here. The nature changed around you, fresh leaves appearing on the tree now that spring had come around. The leaf litter being broken down by the mushroom colonies that had now appeared, their spores dusted the air giving the rays of sun an ethereal look. Occasionally animals would appear on the other side of the stream, the new babies drinking for the first time. You were just enjoying the sounds and sights of your new home you suppose, it wasn’t one that you wanted but it wasn’t terrible. It was nice to be here, like this. Until you heard the twig snap - his boots thudding on the floor as he approached you. 

The plant life squashed, its future growth now relied on its own will to live. 

“It’s getting dark now,” Leon said from behind you. One of his new rules he’s implemented. No time after dark, not when he nearly had a heart attack when he couldn’t find or see you. The orange sky was your warning. You didn’t reply to him, you never needed to say anything after all what he said was final. You’ve had enough handprints on your skin to learn that lesson. At least he was gentle this time as you walked through the door, his hand was holding yours softly instead crushing each bone. 

“The sky’s pretty today” You said, watching the ground carefully as you walked next to him. Shoes were still a privilege you have yet to earn back after the last attempt to escape a few months ago so the last thing you needed was a thorn or cut on your foot if the opportunity did present itself. Leon nodded, stopping on the porch to observe the orange hues. They were always his favourite. It didn’t matter if the sun was rising or setting - if he saw them it meant he survived to live another day. 

You watched carefully as his eyes scanned over them, his features calm as they fluttered shut. He looked peaceful – thankful even. “Don’t you think? I always liked the sunset” You prompted. He glanced over to you. He always did this, like he still didn’t fully trust you since your last escape. Trying to find any hidden meanings in your words.  His grip tightened ever so slightly, afraid in his moment of weakness you might dash away again. Still never fully convinced you wanted to be here, like you were hesitant. 

Upon entering the cabin you could already feel the heat of the fire, the crackles filling the room. The dinner he had made was already set out in front of you, vegetables he had gone out to collect, the ones from the garden not quite ready yet. Venison that he had also previously hunted. 

You hated the way that smell was becoming familiar, feeling like home to you after so long being here. Dinner as usual was eaten in silence, he preferred it that way. Spending his time making sure you actually ate everything until he began to eat himself. Once the clinking sound of your cutlery against the plate was heard you would be allowed to speak again. “There were a few animals at the stream today” You spoke watching him as he began to eat. 

He was methodic and gentle as he used the knife on the steak, scoring his lines in the meat before pressing harder to carve it. The actions mimicked familiar situations you have been in with him. The scar was now angry and red, you caught it in every window reflection or the bathroom mirror. A branding of where you belonged, like a horse or cattle to a cowboy. “What kind?” He asked, his eyes bore into you but they never really seemed interested in what you had to say exactly. More like he enjoyed the simplicity and domestic feel of the evening. “A few deer and rabbits. If I stay quiet enough they linger”

Your nails picked at the skin on your hand, your once perfect ones now were often seen with bloodied scabs. Despite your acceptance of your situation, the doubts and guilt you once had with your forgotten life are now gone – you still grew nervous in his presence. His control and dominance never faulted, always masking an element of him that you knew haunted him. It always slipped when darkness greeted him, when he was forced to sleep. His mind is plagued by nightmares of a side of him you didn't know about and he hoped you never would. After all he considered you his salvation, the only good thing he has managed to protect and gain. Conversations like this, despite his lack of interest, meant a lot to him. 

“Maybe I should take you hunting with me then” Leon commented. Everything was always so violent with him, something innocent like watching animals always involved death eventually, little do you know that his whole life has been violent. Apart from the slither of love you have given him during sex it’s all he’s ever known. You smiled and nodded, not exactly agreeing but the idea of seeing more of the surrounding area is tempting. You never got far enough in your times of escaping, the trees always looked the same beyond the stream. “What’s it like? Hunting I mean.” You asked anything to stop the impending silence that lingered if the conversation went dry. 

Leon always assumed you wouldn’t be interested in stuff like that. He would never admit that he hunted in a way to keep himself trained around a gun, after all anything could happen. “Peaceful” 

Seeing him describe such a violent act like this made himself cringe, he had never liked the idea of death. He’s seen it far too often but Leon was a provider – a career. You needed to eat and he had the skills to make sure you have plenty of what you needed. Maybe showing more of the beauty that surrounded you would make you happier. Keep that smile that showed itself very little, there a while longer. That meant it was easier for you to gather your surroundings. It had only been a season since your last escape. You promised not to fight anymore but he saw the way you hesitated still when he kissed you. You grimace as you look upon the mark he left on your chest in the mirror. 

The hesitation was still there and until he got rid of it you would be limited. You didn’t need him to explain his answer further, it would open up questions you were sure would get you punished in some way. Instead you both continued to clean up, manoeuvring around each other like a practiced dance. Your hums filled the air such a sweet tune he enjoyed so much. He watched as you lost yourself in your own mind watching the night grow closer through the window. He wondered where you were, wanting to know every thought you had and collect it like a dream journal. You jumped when you felt his lips on your shoulder, sucking the skin softly no doubt leaving another mark. 

His touch was always so confusing. His lips were demanding, greedy to devour your sweet taste whilst his hands were gentle as they lifted you onto the kitchen counter. His fingers dug in the flesh of your thighs as he pried them apart, the nightdress you wore hitching up towards your hips as you displayed yourself to him. Leon nibbled at your thighs, each bite slowly growing closer to your clothed cunt. Yet, when he reached his destination he only smirked, eyes flicking upwards to see your face. Your brows pinched in pleasure, your teeth tugging on your lips silencing your whimpers as if they were a shameful thing to do. 

Like it was such a terrible thing to enjoy what pleasure he treated you with. You felt his rough fingertips graze along the hem of your underwear, playing with the lace. “Don’t silence yourself love, you know how much I love your pretty song” He chuckled. You whimpered as his nose pressed against the fabric that separated him from your pussy. You could feel the tug on the fabric as he inhaled your scent, sucking on the gusset gently to gather the first taste. An appetiser of what you had to offer. You could feel the hint of a smile grow on your features as he pulled the fabric away exposing you. 

His tongue had insane accuracy as he swiped at the arousal that was already pooling. His moan vibrated around you at your sweet taste, if only he had a drink in this flavour. Your legs trapped him close to you ensuring that he had no choice but to continue to devour you. Your pleasure caused his cock to throb in his trousers, the hardness of it almost becoming painful. He realized a while ago you didn’t mind the sex with him as long as your pleasure came first. If it felt like you were getting something out of it before him. You never saw the damp patch on his boxers when he would stand up and pull out his cock. The taste of you was enough for him, the thrill of betraying you with this simple realization had him orgasming first. The taste of you was always comparable to a Michelin star dessert. 

Leon could feel the clench of your walls around your tongue as he brought you closer to your orgasm. His nose nudged against the sensitive bud eliciting deep guttural moans that sent the blood straight down to his cock. Just when you were about to cum, to give him the sweet juices he craved daily – Leon pulled away standing in front of you. Your cheeks were flush, eyebrows pinched in frustration. Complaints lingered in your mouth but came out in pathetic pleads and begs for pleasure again. Your own fingers frantically help him undo his trousers and free his leaking cock. “So desperate. I still remember when you pleaded for me to not give it to you. All that time you could have been getting all of this pleasure. Just for what? To not ruin your pride?” He chuckled as he lined it up. 

It felt like heaven as he slid it through your folds, you watched the tip appear – red and eager already beading with his cum. His lips brushing the shell of your ear “Admit to me that you’ve always wanted it. Even when you squirmed part of you enjoyed it. Admit it” 

It was a command. One that if you refused he would withdraw the pleasure you were clawing for. “Please, I was a fool before. I need it Leon” You begged. He laughed as he finally sunk himself into you. Groaning as you moulded around him, the tightness of your cunt gripping onto him like the nails you dug into his shoulders. He never seemed to get close enough, there was never enough skin contact for you. Leon moved slowly at first teasing you before his own pleasure coursed through him in a demand to finish. The usual silence of the home was broken with your moans, the sound of skin slapping before with one final thrust he finished. Pulling away to watch the cum spill out of you. 

“Beautiful” 

You didn’t hear his words, not when you felt his lips suck against the scar on your chest. The skin now angry and pulsing. Always leaving a reminder, making sure you never forgot. Sex was weird, the casual act of intimacy for normal people never felt quite right for the two of you. There was still reluctance on your part – the palms of your hands always pushed against his shoulders shoving him further away. Your mind always outwardly rejects him whenever you know it or not. 

You wouldn’t get a shower tonight, not as his cum still dripped down your thighs. He always left it there to grow sticky, the smell permeating your skin like a scent claim. You could imagine the look he would give you in the morning when he wakes you up with his mouth again, the smell of him lingering on your skin. 

Your nightgown was replaced with a fresh one, the stark white showing off an innocence you weren’t sure you obtained anymore. Leon did however – of course he did. You hadn’t seen what he had, felt the bones crush in your body as you continued to fight no matter what because it was your job. 

The two of you laid away in the dark, your head resting on his chest listening to his steady heart whilst his finger brushed through your hair. How did you get here? Why did he have to choose you? You wouldn’t have wished this on any other girl but what was his incentive. What was his goal? Did he really want you to just live here, in this lonely bubble? Your thoughts were loud to him as they were everynight. You understood he explained the basics of why he took you, his admission to finally having something good in his life. To provide a happy ending for the both of you. He felt your breathing change as you grew frustrated. You promised him to not fight anymore, to give in and appreciate the life he's giving you. Leon wasn’t stupid, not anymore, he could tell you still had a spark of rebellion in you. He was just waiting for it to appear.

He thought before about telling you about the horrors that plagued his mind. AFter all, he had only given you a brief explanation over what his job was. The gruesome details of the event he had experienced left him with nightmares. The things he had faced now lingered in the shadows of the room or the corner of his eyes. Maybe he would tell you about the ghosts of his pasts, the one that smiled at him from the trees when he was alone. He wouldn’t let you turn out like them; not when he had the ability to make sure you never did. 

You were special, Leon knew that from the moment he sunk his fat cock into your pussy. You stretched and clenched around him in the most perfect way he immediately became addicted that first night he had you. You had to be claimed somehow – so feisty that first time it was a hassle getting you to stay still, a fuck like you was too good to let loose. He still had the photo after he fucked your mouth; it was your fault the cock slipped out of your mouth anyway. The tip was lined up perfectly as he rubbed his cock until his load drenched your face. The translucent substance looked so pretty against your skin, giving it a soft glow that suited you. Eyes still shut as it coated your lashes; it created the perfect opportunity to form that photo. God you were perfect for him.

You felt his breathing even out the soft snores slowly releasing from his lips. It only ever happened when he was on his back trapped by you, for your own sleep you slipped away opting to face the window and the impending darkness that lingered. It never scared you, the unknown. The idea that something will happen to save you was one you clinged onto for comfort. You might have lost everything, became some mystery to the outside world but you knew your story wasn’t finished. Even if it was the reaper that came to write your final ending, that the darkness outside would sneak inside to take you away. Away from him. Unlike Leon the darkness didn’t scare you. 

His whimpers woke you up, the sheets ripped from your body as he shot awake with a sense of urgency. You didn’t even get time to react to the blinding light as he turned on the lamp beside you. His frantic eyes scanned the room silently getting rid of any danger that lurked in the corners. Until they fell on you. Your body looked so small in the sheets, eyes slowly adjusting to the light as well as his panicked form. His hands shook as they touched you, holding your shoulder tightly. “Leon-” 

You were cut off as he brought you into his arms, burying you in a hug. His scent intoxicated you, his skin layered with a sheen of sweat. You could feel him press kisses in the crown of your head, his mind using you as a grounding point. There was nothing you could do, you waited for his grip to loosen. The pain that flared along your skin was just a sign of more bruises to litter there in the morning. The tender spots would be hard to forget like always. Part of you felt sorry for him seeing him this affected by a dream. You would ask if there was anything more you could have done or if there was something in particular he needed. 

He was a horrible man, one that has stripped you of the essence of yourself but no one should be hunted in their dreams. Having nowhere to escape in a vulnerable moment. It was only when his grip loosened you spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

It was normal to do that, he knew this. It's what normal couples do to comfort and talk to each other about what happened in their dreams, even the bad ones. He pulled away and looked at you, the sleep still lingered in your eyes. You slowly blinked them at him. He could tell you, perhaps in this state you would forget not to use his dream against him in the future. Allow a moment for his control to slip but that was riding on the fact you would forget. He knew you…you wouldn’t forget not with something like this. “You don’t need to worry about me” He spoke instead. It was strange to see the inner conflict so visible on your face as you had a silent conversation. You were never this expressive with him unless he was pounding his cock into you. 

“Does it happen often?” You asked again. Leon nodded his already messy hair now falling over his face. “Tonight was the worst. In a long while at least” 

You believed him, most of the time he woke up and snuggled back into you as if you being here actually helped him. Tonight however he jumped from bed, holding you desperately. It was different, the air had shifted. “I can make you tea tomorrow, it’s meant to help with sleep. I used to make it.” 

Your offer wasn’t instantly rejected which surprised you, maybe his troubles with sleep were worse than he led on. Leon nodded again, a smile growing on his lips at your offer to even help him. Maybe it was slowly developing into something he wanted, that time alone with just him was enough to ensure you created a bond with him. “Is there anything in particular you need?” He questioned, the house was stocked and he made sure of it. The kitchen had shelves of herbs and spices, in those cute little house jars that he assumed you would like. 

He didn’t tap into your devices for no reason after all, he wanted the perfect life for you. To spoil you with everything you wanted. He saw each little post you made online about how they made you feel, about how much you wanted to leave. Your pinterest boards filled with your dream items, the style you wanted, the hobbies or house decoration. He read it all like a book, like it was his daily news. It hurt you still didn’t notice or appreciate it all. “Valerian root, Lavender, Chamomile. I can forage for most of it, there might be some in the woods” 

He nodded, his heartbeat was steady again, a united front to prevent you from seeing too much. You had already seen enough weakness. “I’ll see what I can do” 

It was the next morning he approached you with the idea of going out further into the woods, you had told him the only one native was Valerian root. Also rumoured to be the most effective in achieving a deeper sleep. Leon would be lying if he said he didn’t feel unnerved with the idea of falling into a deep sleep, it had been so long since he’s not been plagued by nightmares and had a full body reset. Part of it felt nice, beginning to be able to just feel his muscles slightly looser in the morning. Maybe his head will be clearer and he’ll stop being so paranoid. He was aware of the effect lack of sleep had on a person – he just never had the ability to ease it. 

It shocked him last night at your admittance to using the tea yourself. Since you have been living here there was no evidence of your bad sleep. Perhaps that was another thing he has helped you with – his presence next to you at night fighting the nightmares you have now forgotten about. It was an unknown privilege to you that he no longer had to leave for the longer missions. It had been months since he was called into office. 

Leon knew how to make the activity harder since he insisted you held his hand the entire time. This was the compromise, he wanted you naked again – stripped bare so you wouldn't even think about leaving him. His hand was warm at least, a reminder that if you dared to edge closer to him you would feel the warmth of his body, a stark contrast from the morning frost. “I see why you like coming out here so much, the sun looks…magical” He spoke. You looked at him surprised to find his features relaxed, his eyes briefly closing just like he did yesterday evening. As if in his darkness the sun was his only light but now you caught him looking at you more, like you actually had an impact in his life. As if you helped him. If only you could know how. 

Your eyes remained firmly on the ground once he caught you looking at him, blush creeping in on your features. It wasn’t that Leon was unattractive that’s what confused you. He was fine until you miss behaved, you’ve learnt which of his buttons not to push and which of his moods to avoid to make your life easier. And yet still, you longed for that boring job which gave you endless headaches. The small meaningless things in life that still somehow gave you joy. He took that from you. You have learnt how to live without it, yes but part of you still craves it. 

“Your brain is working too hard again. Why?” 

He tugged on your arm, pain flaring as his grip tightened to halt your movements. You blinked at him like a deer in headlights. “I–I was just thinking about you” Your voice was quite unsure like you were aware of the hole you were digging yourself into. “What about me?” His smirk was suggestive, an eyebrow quirked up in amusement. Blush coats your cheeks as you attempt to think of any form of answer. “Um…s–sex?” Was that the best you could come up with?  

He barked a laugh, your response clearly pleasing him as his grip loosened slightly. “Never thought I’d see the day” His response was teasing. You felt your cheeks heat up, becoming flustered as you then began to actually think about him and sex. Heat pooling in between your legs. It wasn’t normal to feel like this, you shouldn’t. He was a horrible man – that’s all he should be left as. 

“I’ve found some” You muttered after a short while, pointing at the white flowers that decorated the stem you needed. He nodded, taking the combat knife that always stayed strapped to his hip. The green hilt was frayed and damaged - evidence that he has had it for many years. He let go of your hand briefly, watching you with an intense stare before walking around to the side of the plant so he could still see you as he cut it. “It would be pointless running away whilst you are right next to me” You spoke. It had been a while since the both of you had spoken about your old habit. He shrugged, watching you more carefully now. “I wouldn’t put it past you”. 

He was right, this was your first act towards loyalty that wasn’t just following his rules. You were optionally helping him, using your knowledge to treat him from unknown horrors to you. It was something he hadn’t expected from you. Not for a while anyway. “I like this. Being here. I just wish I could see or do more” You admitted. Leon nodded, perhaps it was time to allow you to have some freedoms that didn’t involve you sitting on the log opposite the house. Maybe you could learn how to sew or knit and begin filling the house with things that you made. Finally turning it into a loving home, warmth coming from something other than the fire that you both watched at night. You couldn’t tell what was going on through his head, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to. “It makes me happy to hear that” Was all he responded with accompanied with a gentler smile. 

Your usual routine was pretty much the same, your outside time was cut short from the orange hues. He didn’t hold your hand this time, he allowed you to walk next to him without guidance. It felt nice to have this small display of trust but your fingers itched for the warmth of his. To feel the rough skin on his palms against yours. 

After dinner, you boiled the water in the kitchen for you to make the tea, the valerian root was already grated ready for use. He watched as you prepared it, tasting it for yourself with a small sip on the side of the mug. Hands flickering over the spice jars to add what you thought it needed. You had a small smile when you presented it to him after dinner, the fire crackled behind the both of you. “We can go to bed when I start to feel sleepy” You nodded, understanding that he wouldn’t want you walking around the house whilst he slept. You still had to wake him up to let him know you were going to the bathroom at night. “And you are sure this will help?” He asked, swirling the liquid in the mug. It wasn’t like you could poison him, he had watched you prepare every step from where he sat at the table. “It should help you fall asleep. It won’t knock you out like a sleep med” You said, smiling softly. 

That was a good thing he supposed, eliminated one of his fears. You both moved to the fire, sitting on the sofa watching the flames dance around each other. The wood burns brightly leaving only the embers and ashes. To his surprise you leant on his shoulder. You had never done this before; maybe it was because he was finally trusting you and in return you trusted him. He watched the shadows dance along your features, your hair falling on his shoulders. You felt him tug you closer, silently offering a sense of protection. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear. You hadn’t even noticed you were, the tear was a silent scream from the inside that this enjoyment was wrong. You shouldn’t want to be near him and be held like this, but your longing for freedom was fading.

It has been so long since you have been held, being able to weep in someone else's arms, not the pillow you used at night. “I’m not sure” you whispered, sitting up straighter to look at him. To watch his reaction. Instead of anger or disappointment genuine care laced his features. The last time you saw this look was after one of the first escape attempts and you tripped over a log. Your cries of pain hurt him deeply back then, now they were just another sound to him. Most of them coming from his punishments anyway. “Maybe sleep will make you feel better” He cooed. You nodded, holding his hand optionally. 

Leon felt the effects of your tea pretty quickly it seemed, his arm now dead weight against your waist. You watched the net curtain blow in the wind, the breeze that leaked through the small gap. You turned to face Leon, watched as the soft snores slipped through his partially open mouth. He was peaceful for once, nightmares that normally plagued him finally left him alone. Your finger poked at him, prodding him gently. He didn’t move, didn’t react. Normally his eyes opened immediately. He had never been a deep sleeper, you knew this from when you tried to chance an escape at night. Perhaps it could work this time. 

The floor was cold against your bare feet but you took no notice as you began to creep out the room. The front door was now in sight, as you crept past the dying fire that had now reduced to embers: to you, this was the prettiest part of a fire, burning a bright red, waiting for the opportunity to ignite again with the right fuel. Nobody ever thinks to drown them out with water, they just assume that they’ll burn out on their own, but that's how most fires restart. It just takes the right conditions for it all to spark up again…

Your hand gingerly touched the freezing knob, turning it slightly. It was unlocked. This was your chance surely? A sign you could finally get a good enough headstart and escape or die somewhere in the woods. Finally get away from this place. 

You couldn’t move, it felt too good to be true. The door was ajar, the cold breeze was harsh on your bare toes. You had finally settled here, everyone back home would have forgotten you by now. He would just find you again, he was a government agent. You couldn’t hide from someone like him. You would only be dragged back and your hard work to get him to trust you would be pointless. Your eyes glanced at his boots placed neatly next to the front door. The laces loose incase he needed to slip them on quickly. It didn’t take much to tug them out, holding the ribbons of fabric in your fingers. You closed the door, turning back towards the bedroom. 

Heat and excitement blossomed in your stomach alongside the fire, which now had a new lease of life, rejuvenated by the breeze. As you sashayed through the bedroom door, you noticed Leon now lay on his back. His chest is still slowly rising and falling with his sleep. He didn’t wake when you sat back on the bed, your knees pressed against his chest nor did he when you began to tie his wrists to the bed frame. You didn’t care if the string bit into his skin, he could have marks like he gave you when he first did this. You looked at the permanent red bracelets that now decorated your skin. Maybe you could carve your name onto his chest, give him the same treatment as you gave him. 

You felt the tears this time. What happened to you? You were just like him. Thinking of every way you could hurt him like he did to you. You weren’t any better. 

Not ignoring the heat that pooled in your stomach you hovered above him before sinking on his lap, feeling his soft cock underneath you separated by the duvet and underwear. He was vulnerable like this. Just as you were before. When he took you all those months ago. Leon broke you into the person you were now. Your family wouldn’t want you back, not after him. Not with these ugly scars that now littered your body, his stupid initials branded onto you. You were his now, there was no point in denying it. 

You moaned as you rubbed yourself along the length of him, feeling it harden even in his sleep. His need and reactions to your body only spurred you on more. There wasn’t anyone else that would react to you like he did; Made you feel like they needed you to just breathe. Your fingers shook as you pulled the fabric away, sliding his boxer along his legs exposing the length you now craved. Your eyes flicked towards his face, watching as his eyebrows pinched together slightly now his tip was exposed to the cold air but he didn’t wake. Your finger ran along the slit of it watching as beads of cum replaced the ones you wiped away. Even in his sleep he was desperate for you. Craving you. You slipped your underwear off, the nightdress discarded as well. The white fabric didn’t suit you anymore. Not after this. 

You whimpered as you sunk onto him, feeling yourself stretch and mold to accommodate him. His hangs tugged at the laces you began to move, eyes blinking as he panicked. Leon’s groan was wonderful, they always were. You were in control, it was exciting. He was whimpering beneath you. Your hips continued to wake him up, the slow circles causing him to tug at the restraints until finally he stopped. You faltered as he stared at you, keeping eye contact with you as you continued. “What is this?” He said, a slow smirk beginning to grow on his features. “Have I corrupted you? Tainted your soul to be as dark as mine?”  

You shook your head, the pleasure building up slowly as you continued to use him. He stopped tugging, stopped trying to break away. Eyes fluttering shut each time you lifted yourself along his cock only to slam it back down. “I thought you’d run away, finally get a head start but you finally figured out there was no point didn’t you” 

You jumped as his hand caressed your thigh, it shouldn’t be there. It was…tied up. Leon’s eyes darkened as you looked back at his wrists. “You were so close, love but don’t fool yourself now” He chuckled. You sped up, trying to finish before he ripped it away. Your desperation only fuels him further, his hip joining yours in an onslaught of pleasure. He couldn’t have given you this slither of power. Once chance to finally take what you wanted. No. That would have gone to your head, made you think your plan worked. You used his weakness against him. The fight has never left you now. No matter how many times you told him it had. That he had broken you down to this weak person who wouldn’t betray him anymore. 

“Please…just let me finish” You whimpered, you needed the release that was coming from your own doings. Your own pace. To enjoy the slither of freedom you gave yourself. He only smirked. “Leon– please” 

“Such a whore now. Begging for your release. I know it’s because you gave it. You made it happen” 

You whimpered again, nodding. Cursing yourself as your hips began to falter now the pleasure was getting too much, tethering yourself on the edge of overstimulation. “Such a whore for the bad man” 

He stopped, his fingers gripped at your hips holding you in place. He couldn’t give you this, you would do it again and again. He’d rather suffer in his nightmare than allow someone else take control of his choices, his life. You were flipped onto the bed. Head dangling off the edge causing the blood to rush there. Leon was unforgiving in his pace, his pelvis hitting yours and it turned into pain. Each thrust felt like a spank. Your hands gripped at his, desperately holding on as you became fuzzy. He felt your orgasm, the force of it pushing his cock out harshly. “I was wrong to trust you, to think you were changing and understanding what I do for you” 

You whimpered attempting to lift your head to look at him but his hand landed on your neck. Holding it in place. He was doing it wrong, crushing your windpipes instead of the blood circulation. You panicked squirming beneath. “After months we are right back where we started. If you had seen the things I have you wouldn’t. You would hide here like a good girl and be grateful for this. That you are alive to experience it” 

Leon finished with a grunt, his hand closing around your throat as he fucked his cum into your over senstive pussy. When you finally raised your head he stared back at you, his eyes dark daring you to do something. It was tempting. To become this little brat he couldn’t contain. “Continue like this…and see where it gets you. You are already becoming twisted using me like that” 

“Just took inspiration from you” 

He didn’t appreciate the bite in your words. You watched his fingers twitch each digit clenching into a fist and then relaxing. Your hips hurt, your throat hurts. He had ruined you now, your soul and actions just as bad as his own. He wasn’t wrong. It just made it all the more exciting.

[cuntyhunty22]

SWITCHING THE POSITIONS FOR YOU.

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Mature content 18 plus

Javier Peña x reader

Description: reader is a journalist.. trying to make a name for herself. Covering the narcos and the state of the world. Reader goes undercover in her alter ego meeting someone who complicates her actual career and life. Fantasies and boundaries are tested and explored.

Tags : smut. Bdsm. Latex. Rope play. Whip. Shoe kink. Papi kink. Daddy kink. Rough sex. P in v. oral on both ends. Fingering in public. Cream pie. Squirt. (And a shit ton of other stuff I forgot. It's just filthy okay. 🫶🏼

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First time writing Javi P and I'm still getting my groove back.. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED.

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The sun tingles on your skin, the echos of music in the distance, and groups of drunk spring breakers. You wanted to do a quick trip to Miami make some extra cash but it's all turned into a cliché you being here.

You yourself are a college student by day, journalist major , but something totally different by night.

When you booked this trip you didn't have in your brain it would be the same week as spring break instead it was entirely different.. Miami is the hot spot for drug trafficking in the states and a pipe line straight to Colombia.

journalism is hard , but journalism as a woman to cover politics and events going on around the world is entirely different.

Right now the big story is Pablo Escobar and the whole world of narcos.

A little birdie may or may not have told you some inside info on people being in town this week and you were here to see what you could find out for yourself.

After a quick tan, you headed back to the condo you rented for the weekend, gathered your things to switch into your alter ego for the evening.

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You show up to the club, it's in the not so safest area of downtown Miami but it's not your typical strip club. The inside dark, dimly lit by red lighting.. booths all black leather. Different stages throughout the building, hallways the lead to different rooms for different fantasies.

This was a gateway to pleasure, the gateway to live out your deepest secrets, fantasy's , and to just let go of reality and let someone else take charge.

For you this was a way to relive the stress college and work put on you, but it was also a way to gather information because even the strongest, richest deadliest people have fantasy's and typically you will find them lurking in a place like this where no one questions a god damn thing.

You got here early to scope things out, you've worked here before but it's been a few months and putting yourself in this position it's best to stay steps ahead.

You got ready for the evening , you started with a skin tight black latex mini dress with a cut out thong back. the straps with buckles clinging to the curves of your ass. black stiletto boots. Your long hair sleek down past your waist and dark red lips.

You made your rounds looking for customers as well as any familiar faces when you spotted a man at the bar.

tight pants, aviators on, sipping whiskey, talking to every woman the passes by.

Looks like you aren't the only one here to gather information. Javier Peña DEA agent. Your goal tonight was to avoid him, you wanted information just as badly as him if not worse.

You did a few dances, took some customers back to the poison of their choice but so far the birdie lied to you. You have not made any progress on gather information till now.

You walk back out and a whole section has been taken up, tequila bottles being brought, all woman scurrying over because they were the high rollers the ones that spend money.. but they were also associates of the cartel.

You bide your time, that's your specialty. You let the other girls who lean more submissive do their job, your job is to lure in the men or woman that for one night needs to be dominated. That needs to be out of control, needs to get away from reality and be put in another position another life where you dictate what goes on.

Finally one of them walk over to you, you recognize him. He's high up in the cartel, not under Escobar but he definitely has alot of knowledge. "So what's your poison." He looks you up and down. Hyper fixating on your boots, and the rope you have strapped to your garter on your thigh.

You reach into your clutch pulling out a collar with a leash attached to it.. "can mommy put this on you.?" Sí, he responds. Typically you're very good at blocking other things out around you to just focus on the moment with the customer but you notice a set of eyes your direction.

Javi is still surrounded by woman, but he looks bored, or maybe he is just evaluating the situation. whatever you didn't care, either way you just wanted him to stop staring and stay out of your way.

You pull the leash leading the man back to a secluded section. back here there are many things you can get into.

"Kneel"

you demanded as the man got on his knees.. "

"are you going to do what I ask.?"

You pull on the leash making the man wimper.. "sí.. " "sí who..?? Who am I.??"

He didn't answer so you pull the leash , and the man is now on all fours.

you smack the man with the tiny whip you have.. "YES WHO.." "mistress.. Sí mistress, tie me up." The man begging.

"You lack manners."

You hear footsteps coming your direction, but you're sure it's just another worker and a client. you were annoyed once you seen who.

Javi is now in the booth next to where you are. Sitting so he has eyes on you. Either this man is on to you, or the man you have on a leash.

"Because you were a bad boy mistress has to punish you. "Lay down." Man obeys. You caress his cheeks with the leather on your boots, toying with him..

"mistress is gonna step on you now, teach you manners as I am in charge. Next time you think to not call my name you will remember the weight and point of my boots onto your cheek.. the burning pleasure to be pinned to the ground looking up at my thighs begging to touch mistress but you can't."

You hear conversation in the background, javí just told the other girl to leave him because he was bored. But he stayed. Eyes locked in.

You step on the man's face, he cried in a rather contradictory moan, whether it was pain pleasure or both. You look away for a millisecond, Javi sitting legs open, swear you can see the bulge in his pants, smoking a cigarette watching you.

You look back to Javi, licking your lips caressing your own breast.. if he's gonna watch might as well make it worth it. Typically there is where you'd pry for information from customers but how can you do that with a fucking DEA agent right next to you.

Session ends, the man pays you. Invites you back to the house they have, it wasn't much information but it was something.

You clean up your props, and walk over to the bar they have back in this area. You have a brief conversation with the bartender, when the stool next to you becomes occupied.

"Whiskey neat, and whatever mistress is having." Javi smirks at you.

"Oh am I supposed to thank you now, does this work on all woman.?"

"Well considering you are big on manners, maybe you should thank me." Javi says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And maybe you should see.. uh what's your name? That I demand the manners around here not you."

"I'm Javi, but I think you knew that already..."

"excuse me.?"

"You heard me honey.. who are you.?"

"I am no one you need to worry about, here for that same reasons you are."

"I doubt that baby."

If you doubt that, why don't you cuff me right here.?"

You lean into him. Your lips hovering above his ear.

"So the mistress, is a switch.?" Javi cocks his head.

"Let's just say, I adapt" you take the shot and leave Javi at the bar.

•

The shift ends and you head out for the evening. you exchange your latex, for a pair of bell bottom jeans and a tight black top.

It's late and you are debating on stalking the address that was given to you. You would take anything, even if was the most un useful piece of information. you just wanted to feel that this trip was worth it.

Fumbling with the keys to unlock the condo door , you were startled by a man sitting in the chair outside the door.

"How-"

not saying a word javi stands up, grabbing your throat pulling you into a kiss. Instantly heated.

Nothing behind it besides lust and possibly a common enemy. You reach down and grip javis hard bulge not even being discreet making Javi let out a groan.

"You like that. I can see how har-"

javis hand covers your mouth. "how about you let me in control baby, Open this door so I can fuck you."

You obliged.

Door swings open. Javi pushing you backwards through the condo, leading you to the bedroom. stripping you of every article of clothing every step you took, till you were left in your lace lingerie.

"Jesus Christ." He groans. I need you.

"Then fucking take me."

Javi throws you to your back on to the bed. he doesn't even take your panties off, he rips them in two. He grabs your things pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Javi sheds his pants no underwear under. which was so slutty for a man. And that ignited your want for him more.

As much as you hated to admit it ,since you seen him tonight a part of you wanted this.

He is rock hard, and the biggest cock you have ever seen, and let's face it.. you've seen your fair share.

Javi could see the thoughts by your facial expression.

"What baby, my cock too big..? You dish it but can't take it.?"

"I said fucking take me Javier"

and that's all it took.

No foreplay. No building up for his cock. He lines up with your entrance and shoves the full length if his cock into you.

"Hmmm, were you thinking of this all night, I seen you watching me "Javi said

"Is that why this pussy is so fucking wet. Were you thinking of how big you thought my cock was while you stepped on that piece of shit."

Your body arches and you go to move and Javi pulls you back with another thrust.

"Don't fucking move "he snarls, tell me you won't move. "

"I won't move.."

"say I won't move papi, and I will take your cock like a good girl."

You smirk. He thinks he can pull this off. But he doesn't realize how good at this you are. Say it, he demands. Slamming your cunt over , and over and over.

"Papi ah fuck." You move again.

This is a game to you. This sent Javi overboard. He shoves your legs above your head pining you to the point you can't move even if you wanted too. At this point you can't say anything besides scream.

"Javi Javi fuck I'm gonna cum , please papi."

Javi still has you pinned, his pace hasn't changed just completely running you. Javi grazes over your clit with his thumb, and he had you exactly where he wanted you.

you have came to the conclusion this battle you lost. Damn was he good.

"You wanna cum , baby..?"

"Yes papi I do, please don't make me beg."

"What if that's what I want.? What if I want you to feel what it's like.?" "

"Then make me beg Javier"

you could see it in his eyes when you called him Javier and not Javi. that it did something.

Javi pulled his cock out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, but his thumb stayed applying pressure to your clit, continuously edging you. He would get you right there and just stop. Javi did it again, looking at you straight in the eyes, as your eyes water begging for a release.

"Javier please, please fuck me, please make me cum, please give me all of your cock, I need it, papi pleas-"

Javi cuts you off by shoving his cock back in you. it took three thrusts for you to see black and be taken over by your orgasm. Javi didn't stop after you came.

"Hmmm so slutty begging for papi to make you cum, but you didn't think I was gonna stop after right..?"

You're unable to speak.

"I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy, so when you think you're in control.. you remember this, you remember begging for my cock. "Javi is thrusting furiously.

"Mhmmm fuck it's so good baby I won't even lie. I'm close."

"Javier cum for me, wherever you want."

"Wherever "he grunts.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum in this pussy I'm ruining you."

Javi has his release and he collapsed next to you.

"So you gonna tell me how you found me.?"

"Baby I work for the government it's not hard."

You pass out. when you wake up Javi is gone. All that remains of him is his tie he left.

•

6 months later

You ended up scoring an internship at a tabloid magazine It's a political based. You told the boss about your knowledge on the cartel and events in Miami connecting to Colombia. he told you that you have 3 months to come up with a story that would change the world. All the dirt. On the cartel. On the government. EVERYTHING. He booked you on the next flight out to Colombia.

•

•

It's been about a week since you have been here. You ran into a DEA agent yesterday. Steve .. you think that's his name. you ease dropped as steve and his wife had dinner. Siping on your wine, acting oblivious.

Dressed like any other woman alone in here. Then you heard the name ... Javier.

You got the bare minimum, Steve and Javi are partners. Trying to pay attention to the conversation you were interrupted by the ache between your thighs.

remembering that night you shared. That ever since nothing has even came close to what you had with Javi.

You wonder if he knows you are here, how easy it was last time for him to find you.. I mean you have been here for a week already.

Dinner was useless, you go back to your hotel, there's girls out working the corner and you think maybe you go that route. Befriend one of them, maybe get them to introduce you to their pimp, because everything that happens here leads to Escobar.

You gave up for the night. exhaustion sets in and jet lag. Just when you were about to sleep your phone rings.

"Hello"

"hey it's the office, boss said he got you a meeting at the U.S agency in the morning, some DEA agent is willing to speak."

Who you have a name.?"

"No that's all I know, just be there 8:30 am. "Okay got it thank you."

The next morning

You didn't sleep. You laid awake thinking of every possible scenario. Then back to how Javi had you pinned. then back to how the hell you are gonna pull this off.

You pulled on your skirt, button up blouse with your lace bra slightly peaking through.

You arrive to the agency about 10 mins early.

"Miss.."the receptionist says.. "they are ready for you."

"Great , thank you."

You walk back and they lead you to an office. They seat you at two desks pushed together.

"Morning, how are you.?" I'm Steve. He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Good morning, thank you for meeting with me. My boss said he spoke to you.?"

"Yes when I was In Miami I knew him pretty well, he reached out saying he had journalist over here undercover putting something together."

"That's great I really do appreciate it, I'm lowkey I'll stay out of your way, just anything you can tell me before other journalists know would be incredible. I'm really trying to make a name-" you feeeze.

Javi walks in.

"Oh by the way, this is my partner Javier pená. Javi this is a friend of a friend from Miami. "

"Miami.. "Javi trails off with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah that's right jav, you went there a few months ago.. her boss said she has some inside information about what's going on there, that she was undercover."

"I know. "Javi replies.

You know.? Steve asks confused..

"Javi you didn't.. "

"we did.. hello Javier." You smirk.

•

You leave the embassy, it went well.. well as well as it could.

Steve and Javi seem like they will cooperate with you.

You go to the coffee shop across the street needing the pick me up. You choose to sit in the corner by the window so you can watch outside. But still be discreet.

Javier is outside smoking a cigarette. tight jeans, button up shirt, aviators on and that mustache you just wanna stratal but you won't.

You aren't giving in this time, this is strictly business. Lost in thought your startled by a chair being pulled out.

"What are you exactly doing here." Javi's tone very stern.

"I told you this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me in Miami.?" he questioned.

"Well we didn't exactly do alot of talking, and I just figured you put something together of who I was or you just didn't care... I didn't think I would ever see you again. Or I would even be here."

Javi stars at you, his hands linger under the table, as he touches your thighs moving it up under your skirt.

"No javier. I'm not messing this up, this is strictly business."

You let out a tiny whimper only you and him could hear in this crowded shop.

He continues stopping between your thighs grazing over your panties. Already becoming wet.

"You help me... I help you.." Javi whispers.

Javi moves your panties back sticking two fingers gently in.

"Javi we are in public. Ah-"

"shh baby. No one is paying attention. "

You couldn't believe what was going on. you of all people don't kink shame or judge any situation. But this is different.

He makes you completely submissive.

You are letting this man finger you in a coffee shop.

"Javier "you spoke his name with a light moan.

Finally snapping back to reality you grab his hand shoving it away.

"Goodbye Javier." You left not uttering another word.

•

A few days go by, it's been slow. News on the tv of another bombing, but this one was the most devastating.

Rumors of sending agents back to the states fly around.

You haven't heard too much from Javi, honestly you haven't heard from him at all besides what Steve tells you. one of the girls downstairs mentioned that a girl she knows gives Javi information, which you knew what that meant. oddly it made you so fucking jealous.

It's getting late In the evening and there is a knock at your door. You peep out the peep hole and who it is just infuriated you.

"What the fuck do you want Javier. Shouldn't you be with one of your informants."

You go to turn away from him and he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

"I'm here aren't I. Javi looks at you with dark eyes.

"Why." You let him come in.

"Because I need something from you."

"You tried this the other day, Javi if you want sex there is tons of woman here, go do that I am busy.. "

javi comes behind you, breath hot on your ear.

"I could have any of them, but that's not what I want.. what I need.." his voice sounding desperate.

"Javi pussy is pussy... just go.."

Javi nibbles your neck leaving you whimpering.

"I need something.."

"Fine Javi, what is it.?"

"I need the mistress."

You turn around fast to look at him, not saying a word, you take off javis tie.

"Okay. Get naked. And don't fucking speak."

•

You strip. You have on a black silk lingerie set. Javi is now naked laying in the middle of the bed. You grabbed some things out of your bag, rope, and the tie Javi left in Miami.

"Are you missing this..?"

You trail it down his body, chest, to stomach to across his cock.

Javi reaches to touch your ass.

"did I tell you that you you'll touch me." You smack his hand.

" No", he replies. Breath shakey.

"No who.?"

"No mistress.."

"good boy,i have to punish you okay. You disobeyed me.

"Okay mistress."

"Good.. hand above your head."

You take javis hands, bound them together with one of his ties. You tie him to the mental bed frame.

"Do you know how many times, I've touched myself with your tie, wishing I could grind my pussy on you how I was on the tie does it feel good knowing you make me weak."

Javi groans.. hips bucking..

"This is really my punish-"

you smack him across the face.

"Once again did I say you could fucking speak.?"

Javis eyes dark, with need, for lust, for control.

"It's killing you isn't it, to be in the other end.. but this is why you asked for right.. tell me.."

"it is mistress.." Javi breathless, unable to speak more than that.

"good boy.."

you start kissing him. Working your way, down his jaw to his neck down his body, to the tip of his cock.

Javi groans.

"You utter a word.."

"or what.." Javi manages to speak.

you crawl up his body positioning his face between your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck your face, like I fucked your tie. My pussy is the only thing your mouth is good for."

You plop your self down on Javi pulling your panties aside meeting his warm hungry tongue, swirling over your clit, sucking licking flicking every sensitive spot like his life depends on it, which it kinda did.

you rock your hips, you both meeting a rhythm, when it took over you. Grinding on his mustache lost on the lust and the feeling of control.

He's addictive.

You feel your release building but you can't give in, you need to drag this out.

" I've thought about this all day, riding your mustache , coving it in my squirt."

Javi curses under his breath.

" I heard that."

He moans continues devoring your pussy. "Fuck Javier"

he groans again.

As you feel yourself leak all on him, you pull your self down to taste yourself on his mouth.. he's kissing you with such need, such want. You can still feel his body language that he craves being in control that he needs to let that go.

"Mistress.." Javi shakily says between kisses.

"You redeemed yourself, Javier.. but we aren't quite finished."

You move between his thighs, you grab his cock stroking it, twitching with every little move. It was so hard that it looked almost painful. You put his cock in your mouth no warning and the most animal like moan left this man's body. You bob your head up and down, shoving it in your throat as far as you can. Gagging on it covering him in your spit.

You gently squeeze on his balls and his whole body twitches.

"Javier you are holding out on me, fucking let go."

Javi groans. "Mistress, I need you. Please."

"Please what Javier"

"God damn it woman, I need you to fuck me I've had a shitty-"

You cock your head.

"And who is in fucking control.? I am. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you.. you asked for this."

And that's when it hits you. You want to submit to him so bad and just make his day better, but maybe in a way he needs this as a lesson. You need to stay strong. Because as bad as he wants you to fuck him you want to fuck him more.

"You want me to fuck you huh..? Okay fine."

You climb on top of Javi, sliding his cock inside your wetness. You bounce up and down taking every single inch. your ass slapping against his thighs. You lean back to a slight arch to take him even deeper and to an angle that hits your clit slightly. Lost completely on riding him you were taken by completely surprise when a hand was now wrapped around your throat.

Javi has untied the bound. This man is insane.

"Javier" you moan.

Javi grips your throat tighter.

"You are a switch.. I knew it." He growls.

"Only for you..."

Javi reaches up cupping your cheek as you continue to ride him. His thumb brushes your lips and you gently suck on it. You feel yourself tighten around him.

"Fucking tight, clenching all around my cock."

"Javier.. fuck- oh my- "

"Say the words baby..."

You knew exactly the words he needed, wanted to hear.

"Fuck me Javier" "fuck me papi."

Javi growled picking you up. Flipping you on to your back. Not wasting anytime Javi pumped inside you, every thrust kissing your cervix.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. that attitude.. the whimpers when your pussy clinches on my cock. Months it's been on my mind." Javi grunts slamming his cock in and out.

"Javier- mhmmm-"

"That cock feels good doesn't it baby, you and I we are one and the same.. craving control but losing it at the same time."

Something about him slamming his cock in you but saying these things were pulling you to the edge, there is something here, something you don't know if either one of you would explore but for now this is what it was.

Javi looks down at you, his face inches from yours. You gave in to your intrusive thoughts, hands in his hair pulling him into your kiss. Javi gives in, moving one of your legs to wrap around him keeping him as close you you as possible, this kiss was different. Still hungry but in a different way.

"Javier I-" you let out a loud moan as Javi circles your clit sending you over the edge.

"I know baby-" Javi grunts and you feel him spill inside you.

Javi collapses on you, and you get Deja vu.

"Are you gonna leave me again." You ask

"I don't think I can this time. I don't think I can leave you ever again." Javi sighs.

"In what world Javier does this work.?"

"The world where we only submit to one another and that's this one."

[melk-maid]

warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, gn reader, player/farmer reader, fluff, mutual pining, idk what the fuck to tag fluff??? it's just cute and sweet ok!!! synopsis: sebastian was convinced by his mom to come lend a hand on the farm, leading to him being introduced to most of the animals and practising farm life.

note: my first sdv fic!! pls be gentle lmao i fell in love with sweet emo boy so fast and he literally wouldn't leave my mind before i wrote this LMAO sweet little boy just deserves the world aaaaa enjoy~♡ banner portrait is a mod by nongdarn minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

Stepping out the front door, you inhale the fresh, spring valley air. It's a lovely and warm day, even at six o'clock in the morning; you're awake and ready to take on the day. You expected to be greeted by your cat who tends to get a headstart roaming around the grounds waiting for you, but instead, an emo fringe welcomed you good morning.

"Sebastian?"

He stood up straight after hearing your door open, initially leaning on the fence in front of your house, eyes drooping in the early spring warmth. The click of your door bolted him awake, chewing nervously on his lip ring and offering you a small wave.

"Hey." Sebastian smiles slightly, a signature look whenever you catch him around the mountains or at the saloon.

You quickly grow remorseful and embarrassed at your surprise. Hopefully he isn't offended. "Hey! What's up? I don't think I've ever seen you around this part of town."

With hands shoved deep into his pockets, Sebastian tries to relax his shoulders and play it cool. "Yeah, I came to help around the farm. My mom told me you could use the extra hands."

More accurately, Robin knows about Sebastian's crush on you and had insisted he visit.

You huff a laugh remembering you spoke to Robin yesterday, telling her about your long days on the farm since everyone makes the most orders around this time of year. It was a passing complaint as you put together a produce basket for her to take home, an extra thank you for the new silo she had just finished building.

"That's really sweet of you," You smile and it's brighter than the sun, "I'm happy to let you help me out with my daily chores. Follow me, we can check the chickens first."

Sebastian trails close behind as you traverse through the farm. It's amazing how you've transformed this land in just a few years — even with the help of his mom, it's still admirable just how beautiful and organised the place is.

Egg basket already in hand, you stand outside the wooden door of your coop. "How are you with ducks? I forgot to mention that the ducks live here too."

The way you turned to Sebastian and asked him so sincerely makes his heart melt.

"I'm okay with ducks…I think."

You laugh as you open the door, ushering Sebastian through before anyone can make a great escape. Inside the coop is rather luxurious for some chickens and ducks. There's bales of hay stored on shelves above and below the chicken beds, curtains drawn in some of the makeshift cubicles for the birds to get some privacy, an automatic feeder sitting in the corner that's filled to the brim with seeds.

Chickens cluck at their guests, the odd honk or two overshadowing the consistent tune as some of the feathery residents stomp their way over to investigate.

"Good morning," You greet the animals with a cheer, stepping further inside and expertly avoiding the wandering birds.

Sebastian isn't anxious but he is definitely out of his element. The smell he expected but experiencing it is different. A chicken pecks at his boots, interrogating him on his intentions in their home. He daren’t move lest he upset anyone, preferring to avoid any kind of catastrophe or coup. After a moment, you realise Sebastian hadn't moved from the door, laughing at his stoic frame watching his shoe be pecked at.

"You can move, they won't bite, promise." Sebastian feels his face flush when you call out to him, chuckling awkwardly and carefully lifting his leg away from the chicken. "That's Brenda, don't worry she's just nosy when there's guests. The others won't bother you."

He's careful to join you, ensuring he doesn't step on any other wandering residents, both those who are nosy about his presence and others completely unphased. You giggle hearing his faint gasp after he sees who you're tending to. A big, round ball of glossy, black feathers sits inside one of the small cubicles, red eyes peering into Sebastian's soul.

"This is Satan." You introduce them to Sebastian. "Satan, this is Seb. I think he likes you."

There was an almost embarrassed grunt from the man beside you. He didn't think he was that obvious or predictable, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't infatuated with the dark chicken. Feathers shine in the low morning lights that peer through the windows, a gorgeous blend of purples and reds can be seen as you pet Satan.

"You can pet her if you're feeling brave, might keep her distracted while I see if she's left a present for us."

Sebastian isn't new to animals, his dad had a dog when he was a kid, however it seems that farm animals are a whole new experience. Not wanting to chicken out and eager to impress, Sebastian reaches in and gently pets the body of Satan with the back of his hand. The bird stares at him, as though she knows he's nervous. Dark eyes stare back at her. Maybe there's a connection there; loners who would rather hide behind curtains than mingle with the crowd, weird and different to everyone else, misunderstood—

"Oh look, Satan did leave us a present!"

You hold up a strange, yet gorgeous egg. Onyx with large crimson spots. It shares similarities to the chicken it came from and Sebastian can't hide his interest this time.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah…" He breathes out but you don't notice he's looking at you when he responds. "It's one of a kind."

Your snort pulls Sebastian out of his trance. "I've had a few of these so I wouldn't say one of a kind, but they're rare for sure. No one ever wants to buy them so whenever I have any, I make myself a jar of mayonnaise with them — it turns out black instead of pale yellow" He chuckles at the thought. "Do you want to keep it?"

"Keep it?" Sebastian blinks and you laugh.

"Yeah, consider it a gift!" The egg is carefully laid in the egg basket hooked in the crook of your arm, pulled out and passed to Sebastian. "It can stay in there for now just so nothing happens but after we're done I'll give it a once over and you can take it home with you."

A gift…he doesn't know what to say. It feels a little more serious and sentimental than you're treating it. While he's flattered and excited over the idea, you're brushing off the action with grace. Still, Sebastian leans into the way his heart flutters with fondness, thanking you after clearing his throat.

In the coop you introduce the rest of the gang, though if Sam or Abby were to ask him any of their names, Sebastian would have a hard time remembering anyone besides Satan — for obvious reasons. He nodded along anyway and enjoyed helping you collect more of the eggs that had been laid. There were tons and he even learnt that ducks lay eggs too, of which are a big hit in the town.

With an egg basket full of produce, you and Sebastian leave them in a safe space before heading towards the cow barn. Much like the coop, a slough of noises greet the pair of you when the door is opened. Cows are much louder than he expected, especially when they're harmonising with one another, though you don't seem to flinch like he did. Thankfully you didn't notice — or at least didn't mention it — along with the dusting of pink across his cheeks. You're the city kid and yet you've adapted so well to the valley life. He has spent most of his life here and still isn't accustomed to a farm specifically.

"Good morning everyone!"

A chorus of moo's grow louder as the cows respond, returning the good morning sentiment.

It's admirable just how much the animals on the farm seem to love you. Never for a second did he think you'd abuse them or treat them poorly, but it's clear already that you genuinely care for them much more than produce machines. There's love and dedication and bonds that you've built with each animal. Sebastian only feels a smidge of jealousy that they have your love and not him.

This time the animals were held back behind locked fences so Sebastian wasn't immediately swarmed like the chickens. That didn't mean that the cows weren't intrigued by his presence, though. They're bigger than he ever thought and he's quick to realise the chickens and ducks were nothing in comparison — he could pick them up with both hands, carry them around or step around them where necessary, their beaks pinching at his skin if it weren't for the extremely skinny jeans he wore.

The cows? Most of them matched him in height.

"Are you okay?" You ask Sebastian while grabbing a milk pail, a smile playing on your lips as you try to remain serious and sincere. Clearly his anxiety was showing again.

"I'm okay," He nods and it's not entirely a lie, "They're bigger than I thought."

Your laugh is enough to ease the tightness in his chest, replacing the feeling with tiny sparks. "They're just as harmless as the chickens, if not friendlier! The girls here are lovely."

While he tries to take in your words of comfort, Sebastian can't help but feel like all the cows in here are well acquainted with his meat consumption habits. Black eyes staring holes into him, the cows press themselves up against the barriers and hang their heads over the railing, probably eager to take a bite out of him to see how he likes it. The chickens were judgemental but it was because he was in their space, an intruder in their home, someone who needs to be analysed and assessed for if he belongs. The cows know exactly who Sebastian is along with any and all bad things he's done in his life.

Working on the farm might make him a vegetarian.

Following you towards the first pen, albeit slowly, Sebastian hovers behind you and watches as you pet the cows cheek. "Sebastian, this is Leelah, Leelah this is Sebastian."

"Hi." Is all that's offered to her with a short wave. His hand is quickly stuffed back into his pocket, watching as Leelah judges him.

You laugh at his curt greeting but don't push him. Instead, you slide into her pen and lay down fresh bedding and refill her food bucket. Sebastian watches on the other side, enjoying the view — in the least creepy way he possibly can. Leelah watches him rather than focusing on what you're doing. If he didn't know any better, Sebastian would believe she knew what he was thinking.

Much like the chickens, you move between the other cows, introducing Sebastian to them by name and giving them all extra love and attention. You wanted him to become comfortable around them, to be brave and confident, to give at least one of them a single pet. The more cows he's introduced to, the more relaxed he seems to become. Glancing at him over your shoulder while you pet the cows and tend to their pens, you watch the way his shoulders seem to slowly drop, becoming more comfortable around the gentle giants.

"This lovely little lady is Dolly."

She isn't a black and red cow, nor can she lay any eggs of a similar colour, but she is the sweetest cow on the farm. Sebastian had inched closer to the pens with each cow, standing next to you as you pet an enthusiastic Dolly. It seems like she'd been waiting for her turn, excited over the new guest as she reaches her snout towards Sebastian. He's caught off guard but it doesn't deter him.

"Dolly is the friendliest of everyone here, she's such a sweetheart, aren't you?" You explain while scratching each side of Dolly's cheeks, something she seems to love as she leans into your touch with her snout pointed upwards.

After you had done and was ready to slide into her pen, you catch Sebastian reaching out. He copies your motion, curling his fingers to scratch at Dolly's cheek. It's a strange sensation as her fur is rough to the touch but smooth under his hand. You watch as he smiles — a genuine, wide smile — while Dolly enjoys the attention. It's cute, you think.

When her tongue slips out to swipe over his hand, Sebastian pulls away instinctually, grimacing at the saliva coating him. You can't help but laugh and there's a bubble of laughter in his throat too.

"That's so sweet Dolly, you trying to kiss Seb? You must like him, huh?" She tries to reach out again, tongue lapping in an attempt to show him more affection. "You good?"

Sebastian takes the rag you offered that typically hangs out of your pants, chuckling as he wipes away the generous kiss Dolly gave him. "Yeah, it just caught me off guard. She really is friendly."

You giggle and take back the rag, unlocking her pen door and asking, "Want to try milking? Today is her day."

Instinctually he was going to say no. Still a little nervous around the animals and fearful of doing something wrong, but he trusts that you wouldn't offer him to try if it were so difficult. Sebastian nods and hums, following you inside the pen and laughing off Dolly's excitement when he steps inside.

You settle the cow and ready her for milking, testing that she was going to produce something before letting Sebastian try. He follows your instructions carefully, watching the way your hand grips one of the udders and how you squeeze.

When it was his turn grabbing the udder, he visibly grimaces and flinches. You can't help but laugh because you were the same not that long ago.

"Weird isn't it? Doesn't feel like a nipple you're used to."

Sebastian's ears burn, along with the entirety of his face. Thank god he's crouched down and hiding beneath this cow so you can't see. With a couple of extra instructions and your hand on top of his, Sebastian was milking Dolly like a professional. He was proud of himself, even if it wasn't much milk. It's labour intensive and his body just isn't used to that kind of movement.

The pigs and sheep were a little easier to deal with — partially because Sebastian stayed behind the fences. You let them roam free for a couple of hours in the early sun, though it was mostly because it's easier to refill their feed when they're outside and distracted. The sheep were entirely uninterested in his presence while some of the pigs came trotting over immediately, sniffing and huffing little 'oinks' at him. When you come out of the pig barn covered in mud and hay, Sebastian is glad he made the right choice to stay outside.

"I'm fucking hungry." You groan. "All these years and taking care of the animals still takes it out of me sometimes."

Sebastian was carrying the pale of milk while you had the eggs, heading back towards your home to organise the morning's spoils. You hadn't even started on the crops today and you know the radishes you planted are going to be ready for plucking.

"It's hard work, I'm not sure if I would ever be able to do it."

You laugh and Sebastian's stomach flips. "I didn't think I could either when I first got here." There's a wistful sigh that fills the still air between you. "Thanks for helping me out this morning."

There wasn't actually much he did to help. Sebastian was introduced to most of the animals, given a void egg, interrogated by various animals and milked a cow for a few minutes. If anything, he was pleasant company for your mundane morning.

"No problem. It was fun."

"Yeah?" You beam at him and Sebastian turns away to hide his smile. "Well, you're always welcome here if you ever want to get away. I know you don't like to socialise too much, so you can go back home and I'll handle the crops after lunch."

The pair of you had stopped by your porch, smiling up at Sebastian with a hand shielding your eyes from the sun. He huffed a laugh, short and awkward, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

"You don't count." He admits. "I like hanging out with you."

Your smile widens and this time it was your turn to feel your stomach flipping and sparks of fireworks setting off in your chest. It feels childish to giggle but you were flattered.

"If that's the case why don't I make you lunch? I have tons of produce from the past couple of days that needs eating."

Sebastian nods and hums. "Sure, I'd like that." 

[growthhyp]

The Garage Sale VI

Don wiped the sweat from his brow with a grimy towel as the final strokes of light disappeared beyond the horizon. The construction site was a mess of steel beams and concrete dust, but he felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that he'd put in a solid twelve-hour day. His muscles ached from the relentless labor, but the thought of returning home to Carlos, his devoted husband, filled him with a warm glow. Don knew he was going to be late for their usual dinner ritual, but he was pretty sure Carlos would be cool about it. After all, they had a bond that could weather any storm, a bond that had only grown stronger through the years of sweat and toil that had built Don's muscular frame and filled the layers of fat that concealed it.

Finally, at 11 PM, Don trudged up the path to their cozy abode, his heavy boots echoing in the stillness of the night. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow through the windows and beckoning him home. The door creaked open, revealing a scene that was eerily quiet. The house felt empty, but the tantalizing aroma of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. He recognized it immediately; it was Carlos's famous beef stew simmering on the stove, a meal that could make any man's stomach growl in anticipation. He called out his husband's name, but all he heard in response was the muffled sound of the TV coming from their shared bedroom.

Pushing the door open, he stepped into the dimly lit room, the TV's blue glow playing shadows on the walls. The sight that greeted him was like something out of a magazine – a man lay sprawled across their bed, every muscle in his body chiseled to perfection, not a single strand of hair out of place. For a moment, Don's brain struggled to process the image. The man's face was obscured by the shadows, but as he approached, he felt his heart hammer in his chest. It was Carlos, but not the Carlos he knew. This man looked like a Greek god, his body stripped of any semblance of the softness it had once held. His chest was broad and sculpted, his abs rippling with every shallow breath he took.

Don's eyes traveled downward, tracing the lines of Carlos's newfound physique, and that's when he noticed it. The bulge in his blue briefs was obscene, a stark contrast to the man he knew. His heart raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He had never seen Carlos's body look this…powerful. The clothes lay torn and tattered on the floor, as if they had been stretched to their limits and had given up trying to contain the new form beneath them. Don's eyes widened when he saw the athletic socks that clung to Carlos's now-massive calves, reaching up to his knees. It was something so out of place in their lives, something so…strange.

"Carlos," Don murmured, his voice thick with a mix of awe and concern. "Babe, wake up. Did you eat?" He reached out to shake his husband gently, his rough, calloused hand touching the soft skin of Carlos's shoulder.

Carlos' eyes snapped open, the room spinning around him as his mind tried to catch up with the sudden intrusion of consciousness. He sat bolt upright, feeling a strange energy coursing through his veins like a potent caffeine buzz. He took a moment to blink the sleep from his eyes, and as he did, he felt something…different. His body hummed with power, every muscle taut and ready to spring into action. He looked down, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his once-soft stomach now a washboard of abs, each ridge standing out like a mountain range on a map. He tentatively reached out to touch his chest, the feel of his own skin against his fingertips sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. The touch was so sensual, so alien, and yet…so incredibly right. His hand traveled over his body, exploring each bulging muscle and feeling them flex under his command.

Don watched, his eyes wide with shock and something else - something he didn't dare put into words. The sight of Carlos's transformation was mesmerizing, and as his hand moved down to the bulge in his briefs, the air in the room grew thick with anticipation. Carlos's cock stirred to life, pushing against the fabric with a hunger that seemed insatiable. He moaned softly, the sound echoing off the walls and sending a shiver down Don's spine. He couldn't believe this was the same man he'd known for years, the same man whose love had gotten him through the toughest of days. And yet, here he was, reborn as something…more.

"Do you like it?" Carlos's voice was low, a growl of power that sent a thrill through Don's body. "Tell me, Don. Do you like these muscles?" He flexed his arms, the biceps swelling like boulders, the veins standing out like rivers on a map. Don felt his own body respond, his cock thickening in his pants as he took in the sheer beauty of the creature before him. He couldn't find the words to express his feelings, his mind racing with a cocktail of confusion and arousal.

"Yeah," Don managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

The admission seemed to ignite something within Carlos. The newfound confidence in his posture grew stronger, his gaze more intense. He smirked, a hint of arrogance playing at the corners of his mouth as he slid off the bed, his muscular form moving with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He stepped closer to Don, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace, making Don's skin tingle with anticipation. The scent of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and something… primal.

With a swift move, Carlos reached out and grabbed Don's hand, placing it on the bulge in his briefs. The fabric was tight, straining against the size of his cock. Don gasped, feeling the warmth and solidity of it, his own desire spiking in response. He looked up into Carlos's eyes, seeing a hunger in them that was unfamiliar yet thrilling. "You like what you see?" Carlos purred, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very core of Don's being.

Don nodded, unable to form coherent words as his thumb began to trace the outline of Carlos's cock, feeling it pulse and throb beneath his touch. "Good," Carlos murmured, his eyes darkening. "Because now, I'm going to show you how a real man takes care of his man."

Before Don could even process what was happening, Carlos had torn open his own briefs, revealing the monstrous cock that lay within. It was thick and veiny, the head glistening with pre-cum that dripped down onto the floor. Don felt his own cock strain against his pants, desperate to be set free from its confines. The power dynamics in the room had shifted, and for the first time in their relationship, Don found himself craving the dominance that radiated from his transformed husband. He watched, almost hypnotized, as Carlos stepped closer, the heat from his body washing over him like a wave.

"You want this, don't you?" Carlos's voice was a seductive purr, his eyes locked onto Don's. The need in those eyes was undeniable, and Don felt his own resolve crumbling. He nodded, his throat too dry to speak, as his hand continued to explore the massive bulge in his husband's briefs. The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of desire through his body that he had never felt before.

With a smug grin, Carlos reached down and grabbed Don's chin, tilting his head back and capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Don's cock twitched in response, straining against his own pants as he felt the power in Carlos's grip, the dominance that had never been there before. He kissed back with a hunger that surprised even himself, his body responding instinctively to this new version of his lover. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, as their tongues danced together in a passionate duel that seemed to go on forever.

The taste of Carlos was like nothing he had ever experienced before - it was musky and sweet, with a hint of something dark and addictive. Don felt himself melting into the kiss, his body going pliant under the onslaught of desire that washed over him. He could feel Carlos's new muscles pressing against him, the power and strength behind them undeniable. The sensation was intoxicating, making him want to surrender completely to the man who had been his gentle, loving partner for so long.

With surprising aggression, Carlos yanked at the strings of Don's sweaty tank top, tearing it away from his body. The fabric ripped like paper, exposing his broad, hairy chest to the cool evening air. The action was so sudden and raw, it sent a bolt of excitement through Don's body, making him gasp. He had never seen this side of Carlos, and it was as thrilling as it was terrifying. The normally soft, loving eyes he was used to were now dark with lust, and there was a glint of something almost animalistic in their depths.

Don's hands flew to his own pants, his trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper. He felt a strange mix of apprehension and arousal as he let Carlos's newfound dominance wash over him. His cock was now painfully hard, the head peeking out of his boxers, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that slicked his stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, and his mind raced with thoughts of what was to come. This wasn't the gentle, loving sex they'd always shared. This was something primal, something that spoke to a part of him he didn't know existed.

"On the bed," Carlos growled, his eyes never leaving Don's. The command was clear, and Don felt his body respond almost involuntarily. He stumbled backward, his legs feeling like jelly as he climbed onto the mattress, his heart racing like a jackhammer. He lay down, his back flat against the cool sheets, his eyes locked on Carlos's powerful form.

Carlos climbed onto the bed with a grace that belied his new size and strength. He straddled Don's waist, his thick cock slapping against Don's abs as he positioned himself. Don couldn't help but whimper, the feeling of his husband's weight on top of him was both exhilarating and a little intimidating. The muscles in Carlos's legs flexed as he reached down and yanked Don's pants down, the fabric tearing easily under his newfound power. Don's cock bobbed free, the pre-cum now a steady flow that coated his stomach and chest.

"Look at you," Carlos murmured, his voice thick with lust as he took in the sight of Don's arousal. "So eager for me." He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over Don's skin as he took a moment to lick the pre-cum from his abs, savoring the taste. The act was so raw, so unexpected, that it sent a jolt of pleasure through Don's body, making his cock throb in response.

Don felt his body reacting to Carlos's newfound dominance in ways he never thought possible. He was usually the one in charge, the one calling the shots, but now he found himself craving this new dynamic. He felt his own body respond, his cock growing even harder as he watched his husband's muscular form hovering above him, the shadows from the TV playing across the planes of his muscles like a living statue.

With a powerful thrust, Carlos plunged his massive cock into Don's hole. The feeling was like nothing Don had ever experienced before. It was tight, almost painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was overwhelming. He moaned deeply, his body arching off the bed as Carlos's thickness filled him completely. He could feel every ridge and vein, the head of Carlos's cock pressing against his prostate in a way that made stars dance before his eyes.

Carlos began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Don's body. Each stroke was deliberate, each one hitting that sweet spot that had Don's toes curling and his nails digging into the sheets. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet, needy sounds of their bodies coming together in a dance of dominance and submission.

Don's moans grew louder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to process the sensations that were overwhelming him. The thickness of Carlos's cock was unreal, the way it stretched and filled him so completely was almost too much. Yet, as the initial shock began to wear off, he found himself craving more, his body moving in sync with his husband's powerful thrusts. The feeling of being claimed, of being taken so thoroughly, was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and it was intoxicating.

Carlos' muscles bulged and flexed with each movement, his biceps and abs rippling like the ocean under the moonlight. His eyes were dark with lust, his teeth gritted as he drove himself into Don's willing body. Each powerful stroke was punctuated by a low growl that seemed to resonate through the very core of Don's being, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The sound was like music to his ears, a symphony of desire that had his blood singing with excitement.

Don felt himself being dominated in a way he had never experienced before. It was as if the very essence of masculinity was being poured into him with every thrust, filling him up and making him feel alive in a way that no construction work ever could. His body responded instinctively, his hips rising to meet Carlos's, eager for more. The pleasure was intense, a maelstrom of sensation that had him teetering on the brink of orgasm.

It was almost too much, the feeling of being filled so completely by the man he loved. The pressure built and built until, with a strangled cry, Don came. His orgasm was like a dam breaking, a torrent of pleasure that surged through him, making his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel his body convulsing around Carlos's cock, his muscles clenching and releasing in waves of ecstasy. His cum spurted out, coating his chest and abs in a sticky mess.

But Carlos wasn't done yet. He continued to pound into Don, his movements growing more and more frantic as he chased his own release. Don's eyes snapped open, watching the display of power and passion playing out before him, his own orgasm still pulsing through his body. He could feel his husband's cock growing even thicker, the head swelling and throbbing as Carlos neared his peak. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Carlos came.

The force of his climax was like nothing Don had ever felt before. Hot ropes of cum shot deep into his ass, filling him so completely that he thought he might burst. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out in ecstasy. He felt the warmth spread through him, a sensation that was almost as overwhelming as the power behind the thrusts that had brought him to this point. And still, Carlos didn't stop.

For what felt like an eternity, Carlos's cock continued to pulse inside him, sending wave after wave of cum flooding into his body. Don's ass was stretched to its limits, the muscles straining around the thickness of his husband's shaft. He could feel the warmth of it filling him up, a deluge that seemed never-ending. The sensation was so intense that it almost bordered on the edge of pain, but Don reveled in it, his body responding to the sheer dominance of the moment.

As the final spasms of Carlos's climax subsided, Don felt the first trickle of cum begin to escape his stretched hole, running down the cleft of his ass and pooling on the bed beneath him. The sight of it made his own cock throb with a fresh surge of desire, the sticky mess a testament to the power and virility of the man above him. He watched in awe as the cum glistened in the dim light, the pearly strands connecting them in a way that was both intimate and a little overwhelming.

With a final groan, Carlos pulled out, his cock still thick and slick with the evidence of their passion. Don felt the loss like a physical ache, his body clenching around the emptiness that remained. He looked up at his husband, the question burning in his eyes. "What happened to you?" he whispered, his voice hoarse from their passionate cries.

Carlos smirked, his eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. He glanced down at the athletic socks that were still clinging to his now-bare legs, almost as if they were a part of him. "These," he said, his voice deep and powerful. "These socks…they've changed me, Don. They've made me realize what I really am." He flexed his arms, the muscles bulging and dancing in the dim light. "They've made me…more."

Don lay there, panting, his body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. He felt a twinge of something…different, something that he hadn't felt in their relationship before. He wanted to complain, to say that he missed the gentle lover he had known, but as he stared into Carlos's eyes, he realized that he didn't. He liked this new side of his husband, the side that took what he wanted without asking. And as he felt his cock begin to stiffen once more at the thought of that dominance, he knew that he craved it.

"Don't worry," Carlos murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "I'm still me." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Don's sweat-slicked forehead. "But now, I'm more than just a programmer." He flexed his arms again, the muscles bulging. "I'm going to join a gym. I want to show everyone what I can do."

Don looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "But what about your job?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "You've always loved coding."

"Fuck the job," Carlos said, his voice filled with a newfound assertiveness. "It's not who I am anymore. This…this is what I was meant to be." He flexed his arms again, the muscles popping like they were trying to escape the confines of his skin. "I want to feel this power all the time." He leaned down and kissed Don again, the kiss filled with a passion that seemed to have been amplified by his transformation.

Don couldn't help but feel a little lost. The man he had known was slipping away, being replaced by this god-like creature that craved physical perfection. Yet, as he felt the heat of Carlos's body pressing down on him, the firmness of his muscles, and the dominance in his kiss, he couldn't deny that he was also turned on by the change. It was a confusing mix of fear and excitement, but as he stared into Carlos's eyes, he knew that he still loved him, no matter what form he took.

"I love you, Carlos," Don murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "I just… I don't know what to expect."

Carlos leaned back, his muscular form framed by the moonlight that streamed through the bedroom window. "You don't have to expect anything, Don," he said, his voice softer now. "I'll still love you, no matter what." He ran a hand through Don's sweaty hair, his gaze searching. "But I need this. I need to feel strong, to be powerful. It's like…it's like I've been asleep all this time, and now I'm finally waking up."

Don swallowed hard, trying to digest the information. The man he'd known for years, the man who could spend hours hunched over a keyboard, had been replaced by this…this Adonis. It was a lot to take in. But as he stared into Carlos's eyes, he saw the same spark of love that had always been there. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "Okay," he murmured. "I trust you."

Carlos' expression softened, his eyes still dark with passion but now filled with something softer, something that made Don's heart clench in his chest. "Thank you," he whispered, his hand still gripping Don's hair gently. He leaned down and kissed Don again, slower this time, more tender. It was a promise, a reassurance that no matter what changes he went through, the love they shared was constant.

Their kiss grew deeper, their bodies tangling together as if trying to become one. The scent of their combined sweat and cum was intoxicating, a heady aroma that seemed to envelop them like a warm blanket. They lay together on the bed, their muscular forms intertwined in a dance of love and lust that was as old as time itself. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a warm contentment that seemed to seep into their very bones.

Don felt his body relax, his muscles going slack as he melted into the embrace of his transformed husband. The fear and confusion he had felt earlier washed away in the wake of the overwhelming pleasure Carlos had given him. He wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders, his hands tracing the new contours of the muscles that had appeared so suddenly. The sensation was soothing, grounding, a reminder that even though everything had changed, the core of their relationship remained the same.

Carlos broke the kiss, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he gazed down at Don. "Let's get some rest," he murmured, his voice now a comforting rumble. He leaned down, his powerful arms moving to pull the blankets over them both. The fabric felt almost insignificant against the warmth of their bodies, but it served to create a cocoon of intimacy that Don craved.

They lay there, their limbs tangled together in a mess of muscle and passion. The heavy silence was filled only with the sound of their breathing, growing slower and deeper as they drifted closer to sleep. Don felt safe and loved in the embrace of his transformed husband, his heart pounding in time with the steady beat of Carlos's. The warmth of their bodies seemed to meld them together, creating a bond that went beyond the physical.

===

The same night, Tamil sat in his own home, a comfortable abode filled with the quiet hum of his beloved computer systems. He was a man of routine, his life meticulously organized around his job and his few, close friends. At 35, he had carved out a successful career as the head of the computer engineering department at the same company where Carlos worked. His mind was a labyrinth of code and algorithms, a world where he was the master, but his body was a testament to his sedentary lifestyle.

His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. Glancing down, he saw a text from Carlos. "Tamil, you're not gonna believe this," it read. "Aiden hit me up and sent me some weird socks. Says he's into football now." Tamil furrowed his brow in confusion. He had not heard from Aiden, and the idea of his usually jock-averse friend suddenly embracing athletic attire was bizarre. He shrugged it off as one of Carlos's quirky stories.

The evening dragged on, and Tamil found himself still pondering over the text. His curiosity piqued, he decided to check his own mail. Amongst the usual bills and junk, he found a package with no return address. Intrigued, he carefully opened it to reveal a pair of athletic socks.

They were unlike any he'd seen before, a vibrant blend of colors that seemed to pulse with an energy all their own. The fabric felt almost alive in his hands, whispering secrets of strength and vitality. He chuckled to himself, assuming it was some sort of gag gift from one of his coworkers. After all, Tamil was known for his aversion to sports and all things athletic.

But the note was what truly perplexed him. "Thank you for everything - Aiden." He read it over and over again, his eyes widening with each pass. Aiden had always been a good friend, but they had never exchanged gifts before, and certainly not something as personal as clothing. The words hung in the air, a question mark in the shape of a smile.

Tamil's thoughts drifted back to Aiden, his mind's eye painting a picture of the young man he had been mentoring for the past year. Aiden had shown a natural aptitude for coding, a prodigy in a world of ones and zeros.

Aiden had been offline for days, and Tamil had noticed the absence keenly. His bright, eager mind had always been a delight to bounce ideas off, a fresh perspective that kept Tamil's own coding sharp. He had sent a few messages, but they remained unanswered. Concern grew into a knot in his stomach, one that tightened each time he checked his messages.

The note from Aiden, coupled with Carlos's cryptic text, sent Tamil's thoughts spiraling. He knew that Aiden had been feeling the pressure to fit in, to find a place outside of their coding bubble. But football? It was a universe away from the quiet comfort of their digital sanctuary. The idea that Aiden had chosen the gridiron over the keyboard was hard to digest, like a piece of code that didn't compute.

Tamil sighed, setting the socks aside. He had always been there for Aiden, guiding him through the intricate mazes of computer science. The thought of his protégé abandoning their shared passion for something so…physical…was a blow to his ego. Yet, as he sat in the quiet of his home, the only company the soft glow of his computer screens, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Aiden had been like a son to him, eager and bright, a mind ready to soak up every piece of wisdom he had to offer.

He picked up his phone, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he composed a message to Aiden. "Hey, man, heard you're into football now? That's…different. But hey, if it makes you happy, go for it. Just remember, coding is still here if you need it." He hit send, his heart heavy. The silence that followed was deafening.

Dinner with Kamala was a welcome distraction. She had prepared his favorite, butter chicken with fragrant basmati rice and warm naan bread. The aroma filled the room, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for bringing his work woes into their sanctuary. He took a deep breath and told her everything, from Aiden's sudden transformation to the mysterious socks. Her eyes widened, the soft glow of the pendant light reflecting in her dark pupils.

"So, you're worried about Aiden?" she asked, her voice gentle, understanding.

Tamil nodded, taking a sip of his water. "Yeah, I am. I mean, it's great that he's found something that makes him happy, but I just…I don't get it, you know?"

Kamala took his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "Tamil, you've always been there for Aiden. You've taught him everything he knows about coding. But sometimes, people need to explore other sides of themselves."

Her words echoed in his mind as they finished their dinner, the conversation flowing into a gentle silence. The warmth of her hand remained a constant, a reminder that he wasn't alone. As they moved to the bedroom, the topic of Aiden still lingered in the air, a soft hum that seemed to resonate with the beat of their hearts.

Tamil couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for his earlier reservations about Aiden's transformation. It wasn't his place to dictate the path of another's life, especially not someone as bright and independent as Aiden. He looked over at his wife, her dark eyes reflecting the moonlight that streamed through the window.

"You're right, Kamala," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I just want him to be happy."

Her eyes searched his, understanding and empathetic. "You've been a great mentor, Tamil. You can't hold him back forever."

He nodded, her words sinking in. "I know. It's just…I don't want to lose him."

Kamala's hand slid over his chest, her thumb circling one of the sparse hairs. "You won't," she assured him, her voice low and sultry. "You're a part of him, always will be."

Kamala and Tamil ended up in a hot and steamy night of sex which ended up both of them feeling tired and sleeping soundly.

===

Morning came, and Tamil was jolted awake by the harsh reality of his blaring alarm. He shot up in bed, his heart racing as he realized he had overslept. Panic set in as he glanced at the clock and saw that he had only minutes to spare before he needed to be at the office. He was the manager of the IT department, and today was the day of a crucial board presentation that could make or break the future of his department. He had meticulously prepared for this moment all week, but now his carelessness might cost him everything.

Kamala lay sleeping peacefully beside him, her breaths deep and even. He didn't have the heart to wake her, not after the incredible night they'd shared. He hastily threw on the first suit he saw in the closet, a crisp white shirt and a tie that was only slightly askew. He grabbed his black dress shoes and a pair of socks that had been sitting on the living room table - the ones Aiden had sent him. They were still wrapped in their package, the vibrant colors seemingly mocking him in the early morning light. He didn't have time to think about it, so he stuffed them into his pocket and slipped on his Crocs, the only footwear that would do in his rushed state.

The drive to work was a blur, his mind racing with what-ifs and contingency plans. What if the presentation didn't go well? What if the board didn't see the value in his department's innovations? He parked in his spot and took a deep breath before striding into the building. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, his heart hammering in his chest like a bass drum in a rock concert. He checked his watch again, his heart sinking when he saw he had less than five minutes to spare.

Tamil shot a quick text to Kamala as he hurried through the office, his black shoes in hand. "Overslept. Barely made it. Presentation starts in 5. Wish me luck," he typed, his thumbs moving with the urgency of a SWAT team breaching a building. He slipped into his office, shut the door, and took a moment to collect himself. The envelope with Aiden's socks was still in his pocket, the edges crumpled from his restless night. He pulled them out and studied them, the vibrant colors seemingly pulsing with energy. On a whim, he decided to put them on, hoping the change of pace would bring him luck.

The material was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, a strange blend of comfort and power that seemed to sizzle against his skin as he pulled them up his legs. The fit was snug, almost too perfect, as if they'd been made just for him. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were somehow…alive. He quickly laced up his black shoes and took a deep breath before heading to the board room.

The room was a sea of suits, a stark contrast to his usual office attire. He felt the eyes of his colleagues on him, their gazes lingering on the socks that peeked out from beneath his slacks. Tamil pushed aside the self-consciousness and took his place at the podium, the glow of the PowerPoint screen washing over him. His heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat, but as he looked down at the socks, a strange calm settled over him.

He took a deep breath and began his presentation, the words flowing from his mouth with a confidence he hadn't felt in months. The socks grew warmer, the heat spreading from his feet up his legs and into his core. It was distracting, but not unpleasant, more like the warmth of a hot tub on a winter's day, soothing and invigorating.

As Tamil talked about the innovative coding languages they'd been developing, the heat grew stronger, his legs feeling like they were made of molten steel. Yet, his voice remained steady, his explanations clear and concise. The board members leaned forward in their seats, their eyes glued to the screen .

The air grew thick with anticipation, and beads of sweat began to form on his brow, rolling down the side of his face. He paused for a moment, casually adjusting the thermostat on the wall. "It's a bit warm in here, isn't it?" he quipped, trying to play it off as a mere environmental issue. The room chuckled politely, and he continued, his heart hammering like it was trying to escape his ribcage.

Tamil's shirt clung to his back, the dampness spreading like a shadow beneath his open coat. He felt his stomach tighten, his breathing becoming shallower. He took a deep breath and continued speaking, his eyes flicking to the baggy fabric under his chest. It was definitely… different. The material of his shirt that had once strained against his stomach now hung loose.

He paused for a moment, his hand shaking as he clicked through the slides. He glanced down at his arms, noticing that his sleeves now had more room, the fabric of his shirt no longer stretched taut. His heart skipped a beat, but he kept his cool, not letting his mind wander to the implications of what might be happening. He had to focus on the presentation.

As he talked about the potential cost savings of their new cloud-based system, Tamil felt something strange happening in his body. He felt…lighter.

He took a moment to compose himself, trying to ignore the growing tension in his clothes. His pants felt snugger around his thighs, and there was definitely something happening in his crotch area. He coughed into his hand, trying to cover the small moan that had escaped his lips. The room remained silent, all eyes on him, so he hoped it had gone unnoticed.

The fabric of his shirt began to stretch over his chest, the material straining against the swell of new muscle. The seams of his jacket tightened around his shoulders, hinting at the burgeoning power that was taking root in his body. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the discomfort, his eyes never leaving the board members in front of him.

As he approached the end of his presentation, Tamil's legs felt as if they were on fire, the material of his pants now visibly straining over his growing quads and calves. The bulge in his crotch grew, pressing against the fabric of his suit pants in a way that was impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, hoping to alleviate the pressure, but it only made the sensation more pronounced.

The room remained eerily silent, the only sound the occasional shuffling of papers and the faint murmur of the air conditioner. The board members' eyes never left him, and he couldn't tell if they were engrossed in his proposal or distracted by the transformation happening right before their eyes. Tamil's voice grew stronger, the words flowing out of him with an assertiveness he had never felt before.

He glanced down at his legs, now clearly defined by the tight material of his pants. The fabric stretched taut over his swelling quads, the seams straining to contain the power within. He could feel his calves bulging, the muscles tightening and growing beneath his skin like a living sculpture. He took another deep breath, his chest expanding, the buttons of his shirt now threatening to pop open from the pressure of his burgeoning pectorals.

The cough grew louder, a desperate attempt to cover the moan that bubbled up from deep within him. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, his knuckles white with the effort of maintaining his composure. The room remained silent, the only sound the thud of his heart in his chest, echoing in his ears like a bass drum at a rock concert. He hoped they wouldn't notice, that they'd think it was just nerves or allergies. But deep down, he knew the truth. The socks were doing something to him.

Tamil felt his feet growing, stretching his shoes to their limits. He glanced down, the sight of his toes pushing against the leather making him want to laugh and scream in equal measure. He wiggled his feet, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only made the sensation more intense. He had to think fast. In a swift movement, he slipped off his shoes and placed them under the board table, hoping his socked feet wouldn't be too obvious.

The room was a blur as the blood rushed to his face, the heat from the socks spreading upwards. The cough grew deeper, a primal sound that seemed to resonate from his very core. He felt his cock thickening, the fabric of his underwear straining against his growing erection. He forced his mind back to the presentation, focusing on the numbers and graphs on the screen in front of him.

The words flowed from his mouth like a river, smooth and unstoppable. His voice was deeper, more commanding than it had ever been. The board members leaned in closer, their eyes glued to him, and he could feel their attention like a tangible force. His heart raced, his mind a tornado of thoughts and sensations.

He was grateful for the podium, which obscured the growing bulge in his pants from view. The fabric of his suit was stretched tight across his burgeoning physique, the seams of his jacket groaning with each new influx of power. Tamil had never felt so alive, so…so…so incredibly turned on. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It was as if his body was being rewritten with every word he spoke, every breath he took.

The board remained rapt, their focus unwavering on his presentation. The socks had become a silent partner, a silent whisper of strength that grew louder with each passing moment. His voice grew deeper, his posture more commanding. He could feel the power coiling in his muscles, a serpent ready to strike.

As the final slide ended, a smattering of applause filled the room. Tamil's heart raced, his body begging for release from the confines of his now painfully tight suit. He took a deep, shaky breath and said, "Thank you for your time. If you have any questions, I've prepared some notes, and my secretary will be more than happy to address them."

"Thank you, Mr. Tamil," the CEO said, his voice a mix of professionalism and curiosity. "Your presentation was quite…stimulating. We'll review the proposal and discuss it further."

Tamil nodded, trying to ignore the growing pressure in his crotch and the way his biceps bulged against the fabric of his shirt. He took a step back from the podium, the floorboards creaking beneath his now heavy, muscular frame.

The board members began to murmur among themselves, peppering their conversation with nods of approval. Some of them took out their phones to jot down notes, while others leaned back in their chairs, stroking their chins thoughtfully.

Tamil felt his heart racing, his chest heaving as the last of the adrenaline from his presentation coursed through his veins. He was relieved that his words had carried him through the ordeal without giving away the tumultuous transformation happening beneath his clothes. He looked down at his hands, now thick and powerful, the veins standing out like a map of his newfound strength. He flexed his fingers, feeling the fabric of his shirt tighten around his bulging forearms.

The board members began to ask questions, their voices a distant buzz as Tamil's mind raced to keep up with the changes in his body. The socks had not only transformed him into a muscular Adonis but had also imbued him with an unexpected confidence that made him feel like he could conquer the world. He stepped aside, allowing his secretary to take the floor. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his new form, but she remained professional, her voice steady as she began to address their inquiries.

Tamil couldn't ignore the impending grunt anymore; it was growing louder, more primal. He knew he had to get out of there before he lost control completely. He cleared his throat, his voice now a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the room. "Excuse me, folks, I think…I think I've got a bit of a…stomach bug coming on." The lie tasted bitter on his tongue, but he had to get out before he gave away his secret.

The board members looked concerned, some of them nodding in understanding as he quickly gathered his papers and made a beeline for the exit. The door to his office was a welcome sight, the sanctity of the room beckoning to him like a lighthouse in a storm. He practically sprinted inside, slamming the door behind him, and took a deep, shuddering breath. The transformation was happening at a pace that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Tamil's eyes fell on the full-length mirror behind his desk, and he couldn't believe what he saw. His body was no longer that of a soft, slightly overweight computer engineer but that of a Greek god, his muscles bulging and pulsing with newfound power. His shirt was now stretched to its limits, the buttons straining against his swollen chest, and his pants were a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

He stumbled to his private bathroom, the urgency of the transformation making him feel like he was on the verge of bursting out of his clothes. As he closed the door behind him, he let out a deep, animalistic groan. The coolness of the tiles against his bare feet was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, the zipper protesting the new landscape it had to navigate.

The fabric of his shirt was now a second skin, clinging to every new ridge and bulge of muscle. He peeled it off with trembling hands, the cotton feeling like Velcro against his overheated flesh. His reflection in the mirror was unrecognizable, a sculpture of power and dominance staring back at him. His once soft stomach had transformed into a set of abs, each ripple a testament to his newfound strength.

With a grunt, Tamil pulled his polo shirt over his head, the material giving way to the relentless expansion of his biceps. The sleeves tore like paper, the sound echoing through the bathroom like a declaration of his rebirth. His shoulders had widened significantly, the muscles stretching and popping the material beyond its breaking point. The shirt hit the floor, a discarded shell of his former self.

In the mirror, his chest was a landscape of power, the pecs swollen and tight, the nipples now hardened peaks in the center of a sea of newfound muscle. His abs were a masterpiece of definition, each rippling like waves in the ocean, a six-pack that had bloomed into a stunning eight-pack. His back was a tapestry of muscle, the lats flared like the wings of an eagle, the traps rising like mountain ranges under his skin. His arms were thick and bulging, the biceps and triceps etched with veins that looked like roads on a topographical map, leading to the promised land of his newfound strength.

His shoulders had broadened to a width that would make any bodybuilder jealous, the deltoids swollen and round, the muscles shifting and dancing as he moved his arms. His forearms were now as thick as tree trunks, the veins standing out like ropes, pulsating with the life force that had been unlocked by the enchanted socks. The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a testament to the power that now surged through his veins.

The fabric of his corporate pants had reached its breaking point, the seams now screaming in protest against the unyielding pressure of his swelling legs. With a final, dramatic rip, the material gave way, revealing the true extent of his transformation.

His legs were a marvel to behold, thick and powerful like the trunks of ancient oaks. The muscles of his thighs bulged with every step, each flex sending shockwaves down to his calves, now as round and firm as cannonballs. His quads had grown to the size of watermelons, each muscle group clearly defined, a testament to the strength that now flowed through him. The socks, once a mere curiosity, were now a part of him, their colors pulsing in time with his heartbeat, the material stretched taut over his newly formed Adonis belt, the V-shaped line that led down to his groin.

His calves were a complex network of power, the diamond-shaped muscles flexing and releasing with each step he took, the skin now as taut as a drumhead. His feet had become large and wide, the toes now thick and powerful, each one a tiny hammer ready to strike the ground with the force of a piston. The socks had transformed his feet as well, the fabric now a second skin that melded with his new form, the arches now high and pronounced, a sign of the strength that lay beneath.

The last piece of clothing that clung to him was his briefs, now a tiny scrap of fabric that barely contained the beast that had been unleashed. The waistband was stretched to its limits, the elastic digging into his hips like a vice grip. His cock was obscenely large, a thick, veiny monster that throbbed and pulsed with every beat of his heart, begging for release. The head was a swollen mushroom cap, a deep purple hue that seemed to glisten in the bathroom's fluorescent lights. The shaft was a work of art, a sculpture of power that curved upwards, reaching for his now rock-hard abs.

The enchanted socks had done more than just transform his legs; they had turned him into a sexual powerhouse, the very essence of masculine virility. Tamil could feel his balls tighten with each new surge of power, the weight of his new form a constant, heavy reminder of the change. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, his body demanding relief from the intense pressure that had built up inside him.

The pressure built inside him, his muscles flexing and bulging as he fought against the urge to give in to the primal instinct that consumed him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a roar that echoed through the bathroom, the sound so primal that it seemed to shake the very walls of the building. The last of his transformation had been completed, and his body was now a temple to masculine desire.

As he looked down at his engorged member, it began to pulse with a life of its own, the veins standing out like cords of steel. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, the pressure building like a volcano about to erupt. With a final grunt, he released the beast, his cock spurting thick ropes of white-hot semen that arced through the air like a fountain. The floor was quickly covered in a puddle of his essence, the warmth of his cum spreading across the cold tiles.

Tamil watched in awe as his body continued to convulse with pleasure, his muscles rippling and flexing with every spurt. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a powerful climax that seemed to go on forever. His mind raced with thoughts of dominance and breeding, a primal instinct that now ruled his every thought.

As the final droplets of cum fell from his cock, he turned to the mirror again, his eyes raking over his new form. Every inch of him was a testament to power, from the bulging biceps to the thick, powerful thighs. He couldn't help but flex, the sight of his newfound strength making him feel like a king.

The socks had done more than just transform his body; they had also transformed his mind. Where before there had been a hint of doubt, now there was only confidence. Tamil's thoughts grew more dominant, more arrogant, as if the very essence of masculinity had been distilled into his being. He knew he was now the alpha, the one who would lead and protect, and the idea made him swell with pride.

In the mirror, he watched as his biceps bulged and danced with every flex, the power within them seemingly infinite. His chest had become a fortress of muscle, the pecs standing tall and proud, each one a testament to his newfound virility. His abs rippled like a stomach of steel, the definition so sharp it could cut glass. He could see the desire in his own eyes, a hunger that went beyond the physical.

Tamil felt a swell of arrogance rise within him, a newfound confidence that was as potent as the musk that now filled the room. He had always been a good provider for Kamala, but now he felt like a king, ready to claim his queen and fill her with his seed. The thought of her carrying his children, raising a strong and powerful family, made his chest swell even more, his heart pounding with the need to claim her.

He stepped closer to the mirror, running his hands over his bulging abs, feeling each ripple of muscle beneath his fingertips. His gaze drifted down to his crotch, where his cock still stood tall, now slightly less engorged but no less impressive. He knew that with this new body, he could give her everything she desired, satisfy her in ways he never could before. The desire to impregnate her, to fill her with his seed, was overwhelming. It was as if his very soul was screaming for it, a primal need that could no longer be ignored.

Tamil's mind raced with thoughts of a future filled with strong, healthy children that would carry on his legacy. He could see them playing in the backyard of a large, beautiful house, a home that he would provide for them with the same strength and determination that now pumped through his veins. His love for Kamala grew more intense, a burning passion that made him want to claim her, to show her what a real man could do.

He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He knew he couldn't just waltz out of the bathroom naked, not in the middle of the office. His mind searched for a solution, and that's when he heard the soft knock on the door. "Mr. Tamil, are you okay in there?" His secretary's voice was filled with concern.

Tamil cleared his throat, his voice now a deep rumble that seemed to fill the small space. "Yeah, I'm fine," he called out, trying to hide the tremble of excitement in his voice. "But, uh, I had a bit of a…wardrobe malfunction."

There was a pause on the other side of the door, and then his secretary responded, "Should I send someone to help you?"

"No, I'm fine," Tamil said, his voice still a bit shaky from the overwhelming transformation. "Just grab me something big from the closet, maybe a couple of sizes up from my usual."

The secretary's footsteps retreated, and he heard the door to his office open and close. He took a moment to appreciate the new reflection in the mirror. His body was no longer that of a soft, slightly overweight man; it was a masterpiece of muscular perfection, sculpted by the very fabric of power itself. The socks had not just altered his physique but had also transformed his mind, filling him with a dominance he had never felt before.

Tamil couldn't resist the urge to flex once more, watching his biceps swell and his chest ripple with the power that surged through him. The mirror was a reflection of his new identity, a promise of the future that lay before him. His mind raced with thoughts of the new life he would lead, the challenges he would overcome, and the pleasures he would claim.

The knock on the door was a gentle reminder of the world outside, and his secretary's voice echoed through the room. "Here are the clothes, Mr. Tamil," she said, laying a set of oversized garments on the counter. Without hesitation, she turned and walked away, leaving him in a bubble of anticipation. He knew the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, everything would be different. The socks had changed him in ways he had yet to fully comprehend.

Tamil donned the new clothes, feeling the soft fabric stretch over his newfound muscles. The shirt clung to his torso, accentuating the deep V of his abs, and the pants, though large, hugged his thick, powerful legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. He emerged from the bathroom, his posture now that of a man who knew his worth. The secretary's eyes widened at the sight of him, and she couldn't help but stare. He nodded and said, "Thanks," his voice a gruff rumble.

Aiden's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his heart racing as he saw the notifications from both Carlos and Tamil. He unlocked the screen to find two pictures, each showing off their new physiques with broad smiles and flexed biceps. Aiden's smirk grew as he read their messages. "Thanks for the gift, man. Feeling like a new person," Carlos had written, while Tamil's simply said, "You won't believe what happened."

[starlightvld]

Bait & Switch, pt. 11 - The Epilogue

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Epilogue (End!)

Based on "I wasn't in that tunnel."

Call of Duty, soapghost // Hurt/Comfort, MWIII spoilers - Coming soon to AO3 as well!

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It's been two months since Makarov. Two months of questioning bordering on interrogation, intensive therapy, mountains of paperwork, and near-crippling setbacks. The British military has placed Soap on medical leave while the doctors decide if he's solid enough to serve again, and he's also been required to remain on base as they assess the threat of Makarov's remaining network. His status among the living has been classified, of course, which means he can't contact his family, but at least it's not a hardship to stay close to his friends and the man he loves. And despite the fact that he's tried to kill Ghost on three separate occasions after waking from vivid nightmares, despite the fact that he still occasionally hears whispers telling him to blow up the base and everyone in it, Price, Gaz, and especially Ghost refuse to leave his side.

Soap tries to believe he's worth it.

At least he knows for sure now that he is Soap.

A couple of weeks after returning to Credenhill, Laswell's lab rats came back with results from the journal that, while still incomplete, were divergent enough to confirm a non-matching sample to John MacTavish's DNA. He didn't realize it was weighing on him so heavily until the burden was lifted. Further confirmation came in the form of a raid on Makarov's Siberian base — records of facial reconstruction surgeries on multiple subjects, including Soap's stand in, proved it wasn't the serum alone that changed people's appearance.

But Soap doesn't care about any of that right now.

Because he's currently sitting in a car in front of his parents' house, palms sweating as he stares at the bright red front door. His da always repainted it a different bright color in the spring to brighten up the rainy season. A thousand childhood memories flit through his mind, and he has to take a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

He doesn't technically have approval to reveal himself to his family, but as Ghost said when Soap first brought it up: who's gonna rat him out? Laswell? Not likely. And Soap's family has suffered long enough.

He has suffered long enough.

And when Price cut through the red tape to approve several weeks of leave to "take care of business" with a wink and smile, Soap couldn't get to Scotland fast enough.

"Ready?" Ghost murmurs, hand coming to rest on Soap's thigh.

His body is attempting to shake his bones out of his skin, but the warm, comforting weight steadies him. He grits his teeth, slips on one of Ghost's plain black balaclavas, and nods. 

They step out of the car, and the familiar sound of pea gravel crunching under his boots throws him back to his childhood, his chest twinging at the sepia-toned memories of slipping bike tires and skinned knees. Soap keeps his gaze locked on Ghost's back, too afraid of getting lost in the memories to let his attention wander. They're both wearing civilian clothes, though Ghost is wearing a SAS cap as an identifier along with a black medical mask covering the lower half of his face.

The door opens before Ghost can knock. Soap's chest caves in at the sight of his father filling the doorway. He takes after his da the most — broad, dark-haired and blue-eyed — and Soap scans over every new line and every extra gray hair since he'd last seen him.

He looks older. Worn.

"Mr. MacTavish, you might not remember me, but I'm Lieutenant Simon Riley. I have some news for you. May we come in?"

"Aye. I remember ye. But I cannae understand what yer doin' here. There's no one left for ye tae take away from me now, is there?"

The bitterness in his father's tone is a pill that threatens to choke Soap. He doesn't realize he's stepped forward until Ghost's arm comes up to wrap around his shoulders.

"No one to take away, no. But I did bring someone back."

At the pointed emphasis, his father blinks, and for the first time, he glances at Soap. His eyes widen as blue meets blue.

"It would be best if we come inside, Mr. MacTavish," Ghost says in a gentle tone.

"Aye," his da whispers as he opens the door wide.

They file inside, and Soap can't take it anymore. As soon as the door clicks shut, he rips off the mask.

"'Allo, Da. Surprise?"

He doesn't have a chance to say anything more as his da barrels into him, nearly knocking him over. Tears stream down his face and soak into Soap's shirt, and Soap realizes he's crying too as his Da whispers "my lad, my lad, my wee laddie is home" over and over in his ear.

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Ghost warned Soap from the beginning not to try to be his old self. And as one of the few people with experience in coming back from the dead, he trusts the advice.

It doesn't make it any easier to follow it, though.

It takes the whole first visit before anyone in the MacTavish household can speak or look at him without bursting into tears. His two sisters Meg and Claire and his brother Paul arrive as soon as possible with spouses and kids in tow. He goes from one embrace to another and then back until even his touch-starved body can't take much more.

The devastated glances at his many scars are even more difficult to handle.

Ghost is a life-saver, gently-but-adamantly telling them all that Soap needs to rest but they'll be back in the morning. His mam wants him to stay at the house, of course, but he just... can't. She seems to understand, even if he can feel her disappointment following him out the door.

"You're doing good, Johnny," Ghost praises in a soft tone as they drive back to their rented place. "It's not easy to set boundaries. But they'll learn. And you'll heal. Eventually, things will equalize."

"Thank ye," he says, sounding tired even to himself.

The words aren't enough — will never be enough compared to everything Ghost has done for him over the past few months. But he'll be damned if he doesn't at least make sure Ghost knows he's grateful.

The soft look he gets in return and the gentle mouth and hands that worship him later that night reassure him that Ghost does, in fact, know.

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The July wind is downright balmy for the Highlands, only coaxing a hint of red into the apples of Ghost's bare cheeks as they walk hand-in-hand down the path toward their rented cabin. They're about a mile from the nearest village — close enough to walk but far enough to feel cozy and isolated on the cabin property. 

Soap looks over and smiles at his lover. The smile widens to a grin at the way Ghost smiles back, his cheeks taking on an extra flush.

They've been in Scotland for two weeks, and visiting his family has gotten easier with each passing day. They look at his scars less and at him more. And he's acclimatizing to all the touching and affection they need to give to make sure he's really there and alive.

His da hasn't taken kindly to their insistence that they can't talk about what happened. Soap can only promise him that it was the fault of the enemy and not the Task Force.

His mam hasn't taken kindly to the fact that he won't confirm if he and Ghost are an "item" as she calls it, but neither he nor Ghost are ready for that level of MacTavish exuberance. For now, their story is that Ghost has been assigned to watch over Soap due to his trauma recovery.

Which is going... Well... it's going.

They're taking a walk in the first place because Soap stormed out of a video call with his mandated therapist. Ghost followed him with their jackets and his gentle, undemanding presence. After a couple of miles, Soap's anger, mostly at himself, burned out, and he let Ghost slip a hand into his and pull him close.

How could he not smile at that?

"Been thinkin'," Ghost says in that calm, almost monotone voice of his.

It always sets Soap at ease, so it takes him a moment to prompt, "Aye? Does it hurt?"

"Cheeky fucker. Listen up."

"I'm listening."

"Was talkin' to your da—"

"Tha's dangerous."

"You gonna let me talk?"

Soap presses his lips together to hold back a laugh—God, it feels so good to want to laugh again—and nods. "Sorry. Just feeling a bit off kilter."

Ghost squeezes his hand. Soap squeezes back.

"He said he's got a bit of land a few miles north he's been meaning to sell. I've been earnin' money for years with nowt to spend it on. I thought if you wanted, we could buy it and maybe build a place of our own."

Soap jolted to a stop. Their linked hands strained for a moment before Ghost walked back to him.

"The MacTavish farm?" Soap asks in a breathless tone.

"Mmmhmm," Ghost confirms. "Your da says the old house is gone, but the foundation is still sound."

Soap remembers long days on the farm with his granda, almost thirty years ago now, with the nostalgic fondness of childhood. He would play with the animals and "help" his granda around the farm as a wean.

The idea of living there now...

"Are ye sure? It's a bit secluded."

"Even better," Ghost says with a small smile.

"When would we have time to build a whole house, though? S'not like we'll get leave like this again any time soon."

Ghost puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him close. Soap comes willingly, always grateful for the warm and solid presence of the man he loves. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, the glide slow and lazy, as if they have all the time in the world. As if—

Soap pulls back suddenly and searches Ghost's bare face. His expression is just as relaxed as the kiss, that small smile still gracing the corners of his lips. 

"Ye want tae leave the military?"

"About to hit my years of service for a full retirement. And..." Ghost's smile drops away as he lifts their clasped hands to press a kiss against Soap's knuckles. His voice is soft and serious as he admits, "I don't wanna risk losin' you again. Don't think I'd survive it, Johnny."

Soap swallows and lets himself sink into the admission. The whole of his career, all he's ever wanted is to use his skills and knowledge to make the world a safer place. Instead, he lost three years of his life and inflicted immeasurable harm while in the hands of the enemy. Even if the psychologists and the brass clear him to go back to work, he's not sure he'll ever trust himself in the field again. With the precision required for their jobs, that's practically a death sentence.

Besides, his family would be glad to have him home for good. And he knows they'll come to love Ghost, too. His mam is halfway there already with all of Ghost's subdued politeness.

The more he thinks about it, the more the idea of getting out — of getting a fresh start — appeals to him, though he supposes that's not really a surprise in the end. After all, the most important thing he ever found in the military would be coming with him to Scotland.

"I wanna be wherever ye are, Simon Riley."

Ghost's smile returns. Their next kiss explodes with joy, and Soap leans into it, letting himself be swept away by the swipe of Ghost's tongue and the hard press of his lips. When they finally pull back, Soap is ready to run back to the cabin, eager to take Ghost apart and be taken apart in return. Ghost holds him back, though, his gaze once more serious.

"I want you to be sure about this. No regrets."

"I think it's a grand idea," Soap says before kissing him again. "Where ye lead, I'll follow, aye Lt?"

Ghost hums as he finally lets go of Soap's shoulders and gently tugs at their clasped hands. "How about we walk together, side by side?"

A slow smile spreads across Soap's face as visions of a quiet life dance in his head — a life without fear of capture or torture and without the risk of losing each other at any moment.

"Aye," he murmurs. "I can do tha'."

He kisses Ghost one last time before letting him pull them back toward the cabin.

There's still a lot of work to do before they can take that final step forward, but until then, he'll cherish the idea of a house all their own where they can live out their days in peace. After years of hell, it's good to know a bit of heaven awaits him. And maybe when they finally have a house of their own, Soap will indulge in those matching rings he's been dreaming about. 

Because it wouldn't be heaven without Ghost by his side.

---

FIN

[hrizantemy]

You know what‘s cackling me?

Someone who thinks Nesta and Gwyn are shit friends to Emerie legit said that FEYRE and Emerie would be far better friends as they supposedly have so much in common when it comes to their abuse…

You mean- the high lady that cosplays as Emerie‘s race to have sex in the sky and does absolutely jack shit for the Illyrians, Illyrian women specifically? Never expressed any desires to help them, only talking shit about her race while living in her rich mansions? Don’t make me laugh.

Feyre would eliminate Emerie‘s people in a second if she was to choose between Illyria and Velaris and she‘d do it without any remorse. Just like she had no remorse for the civilians in the spring court because her petty revenge against one person was far more important than the civilians that got slaughtered by Hybern soldiers.

Feyre is mated to the little shit that does absolutely nothing for the Illyrians except trying to draft Illyrian women in his military for wars no one wants to fight in anyway. Where‘s the charity for the Illyrian women? What about the health system? Education? Why do Illyrians live in fucking tents for centuries under Rhys‘s rule? Why not enforcing laws to protect the women instead of just throwing your hands up like „I tried“ and then going about your day? Wing clipping is forbidden, yet you don’t fucking suffer any consequences if still practiced. Where‘s the order?

What has Feyre done for Emerie and her people? What makes them great friends exactly? Because what I imagine is Feyre saying „Aye look at this“, shapeshifts to an Illyrian then flex-flying, looking down at Emerie who can’t fly. Again, this is the same lady that was content to shove the spring court people to their doom (the people she befriended in the first book) for revenge against their high lord.

Emerie would and SHOULD hate Feyre. I’m so tired of the IC boot lickers. That cult is NUTS.

And let’s really break this down—what do Feyre and Emerie actually have in common? Because it sure as hell isn’t shared struggle. Feyre’s “hardships” ended the second she became High Lady, living in her cushy palace with infinite wealth, a doting mate, and an entire court ready to worship her every breath.

Emerie? She’s still fighting for survival. She’s still dealing with the oppression of Illyria, still facing discrimination, still struggling to run her shop while men who see her as lesser try to take everything from her. Feyre would never understand that, and more importantly, she wouldn’t care. Because if she did, she would’ve used her power and influence to do literally anything about it.

And let’s not forget—Emerie is the exact kind of person Feyre and the IC love to ignore.

• She’s an Illyrian woman, the very people Rhysand has left to suffer under a corrupt and brutal system.

• She has no political power, no magic, no benefit to the IC’s inner circle.

• She wasn’t “chosen” by them, and unless it personally benefits them, the IC doesn’t care about people who aren’t in their handpicked Velaris elite.

Like, be serious. What would their “friendship” even look like? Feyre visiting Illyria for five minutes, taking a sad, aesthetic look at the struggling Illyrian women, then going back to her mansion for a wine night, patting herself on the back for caring? Because that’s exactly what she does—acted shocked that Illyria was still awful (as if Rhys hadn’t been ruling for centuries), and then promptly did nothing about it.

And the fact that these people have the audacity to say Nesta and Gwyn are bad friends to Emerie??? Nesta, who trained with Emerie every day, pushed her to believe in herself, and fought alongside her in the Blood Rite? Gwyn, who became family to her, who stood by her side as they all carved out a place where they belonged? Those two are “bad” for Emerie, but Feyre—who has done jack shit for her or her people—would be better? Make it make sense.

Emerie is not some token Illyrian for the IC to collect when it’s convenient. She’s her own person, and she deserves friends who actually see her, who understand her struggles, and who give a damn about Illyria beyond surface-level pity. And that sure as hell isn’t Feyre.

And let’s talk more about the Illyrians—because the way they’re treated in the Night Court is actually disgusting. They are the backbone of Rhysand’s power. His armies? Illyrians. His most trusted warriors? Illyrians. The people he constantly throws into war so he can keep his cushy rule in Velaris? Illyrians.

Yet how does the Night Court treat them?

• They live in tents while Rhys and the IC hoard wealth in palaces.

• They are expected to die for a court that does nothing for them.

• Their women are still abused, clipped, and treated as less than nothing.

• Their “High Lord” gives them zero resources, education, or healthcare, but still demands their loyalty.

And when Illyrian men inevitably rebel or make desperate choices? Rhysand just slaughters them. The same way he did after Amarantha, the same way he did with the rebels. No trials, no attempts to reform, just immediate execution.

And let’s not forget—Rhysand only ever acknowledges Illyria when it’s convenient for him.

• When he needs soldiers? He’s the great Illyrian warrior High Lord.

• When he needs Cassian and Azriel to enforce his will? He embraces his Illyrian side.

• But when Illyrians actually need help? Suddenly, he’s not Illyrian anymore—he’s above them. Suddenly, they’re just brutes and problems he can’t fix.

And let’s be really clear—Illyrians are not just some side faction that Rhys and Feyre can exploit when it suits them and ignore when it doesn’t. They are a foundational part of the Night Court. They are the reason Rhysand has an army. They are the reason he can hold power. They are the reason Velaris has the luxury of being “untouched” by war, because it’s the Illyrians who are sent to die first.

[willowed-wisp]

I’m really fucking drunk right now

But the request is to just make Soap and Ghost happy, however you decide to do that 😭

Complete freedom of uhhhhhhhh prompt just that, idk, I’m floating off the face of the earth right now I am not here nope nowhere too much wine I think but it was fun 👍

mistletoe [ ghost ]

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I hope I did well with the request given, it said to make Soap and Ghost happy. And the boys do need some love. And anonymous, I feel you- my exact though process on wine lol

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Christmas, the time of giving… even in the military… even in its special branches. You were the only female on your squad, which meant one thing. You would be the only one getting them presents, because that’s just what you did at the festive season.

No missions, but you did find out from Price the most vagrant member of the teams’ phone number; being placed with him and Soap on most occasions.

When he didn’t respond to your text message to meet up, you set Soap on the case. You didn’t have family, Johnny didn’t speak to his and Simon you really had no clue about… the 23rd December rolls on, you had been up since four in the morning from habit but decided to get prepared. Cutting carrots… getting the roasties ready to cook later… Yorkshire pudding mix ready to go… Turkey in the oven…

Before you knew it there was a firm knock on the door and it was ten o’clock, and you’d expected to just see the postman before they went on their holiday leave. “Somethin’ smells good… watcha cookin’?” Johnny brushed straight past you to the kitchen, and the biggest surprise was seeing Simon Riley on your doorstep.

“He’s not wrong…” He said, rubbing is feet on the mats on both the inside and outside. Taking his boots off, you smiled at his politeness. You had never hung out with Simon, he kept himself to himself. Though you thought Johnny pushed him into coming over.

Entering your kitchen, stood Johnny MacTavish with a finger dipped in the eggnog… looking like a guilty child when you entered, “It wasn’t me, I swear…” You waved it off.

“A bit of gun grease never hurt anyone…” Knowing how messy the job proved most of the time, “How does it taste? The eggnog, not gun grease…” Ghost just stood leaned against the door frame connecting kitchen and living room. While Johnny tasted.

His eyes electric giving a hum, “Oh my god, Simon, you’ve got to try some…” Eyes lingered on you and then Johnny.

“I’m driving back, remember…”

“Come on, Lt… I’m sure Y/N doesn’t mind us staying until later, do you?” Head shaking with a dim smile on your lips.

Opening the overhead cupboard, “I even stocked a couple bottles of bourbon…” A brow raised by Simon beneath the hood and Johnny chuckled.

He shook your shoulders from behind you, “How can you say no to these faces?” Both giving your best mopey frowning.

Simon’s arms folded, “Use that technique in negotiations? Because I’m not turnin’ down a bottle of bourbon…” Johnny released your shoulders, returning back to the eggnog jug. “I wanna know why we’re actually here?” You hadn’t realised he’d slipped to stand directly beside you, and you felt your knees numb at the height of the man you’d spent hours of missions with…

It felt like you were under interrogation, “I thought you both deserved a homemade Christmas meal instead of a ready-made spag bol from the shops…” Only comprehending how close the man was to you, pushing off the island countertop and checking the turkey…

You had ushered the men to sit at counter on stools, Johnny had a jug of half gone eggnog in hand and Simon a whiskey glass. Simon more than Johnny marvelled how you worked around the kitchen, a spring in your step and a cheeky glint in your eye. A nudge to his right side, “Y’ staring, Lt…” He didn’t respond to the Sergeant, knowing fully well… maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go to your house and stay for an alcohol catering pre-Christmas meal.

But he couldn’t help it, “Need any help?”Talking to an optimistic person was what he craved and you seemed to be the only one in 141 that was a ray of sunshine in the storm ahead.

You queried, “You any good with mashing potatoes?” You swore you had never seen fluffier potatoes after Simon had finished up with the saucepan. “I’m impressed… and you alright there, Johnny?”

“Me nanna always slipped m’ some eggnog when I was a wee lad,” His cheeks ruddier than usual, and his smile wider. Let alone his speech, Simon and yourself sharing a humoured look at barely being able to understand your teammate.

Simon nudged him, taking the jug passing it to you, “Think you’ve had enough of that, Sergeant. Barely fuckin’ understand ya…” You giggled into your wine glass, taking a sip; meeting Ghost’s eye contact. He’d forgotten to take his mask up as the drink sputtered down his neck and onto his white shirt, “Fucks sake…” Discarding his jacket.

Johnny from the side, “Shit, bourbon stains like a bitch…” Simon didn’t care about the shirt, he just didn’t want to spend the entire day with an orange stain down himself.

“Throw me the shirt, I’ll get it out in a jiffy…” He cocked his eyebrow at you, “Not shy are you, Ghost?” In no time, his shirt was off and a flash of white caught in your hands.

His chin jerked up, “Work your magic then, love…” You couldn’t believe Simon Riley was taunting you, attempting to avert your gaze from landing on that toned chest and his broad shoulders. Relatively easy being around muscled men your entire career, though you were disappointed when his hoodie came over to block his skin. All while you used bicarbonate and white vinegar, scrubbing until the darker patch faded till it was barely there.

“Á voila!” Holding up the large T-shirt, “just need to chuck it in the wash.” Throwing it in with a bundle you had yet to put on. The alarm going off for the oven. Thinking a curse, tackling so much at once. Opting to run to the washing machine, throwing some washing powder and conditioner in. Returning back to the kitchen, alarm on snooze but met with the sight of Ghost carving the turkey, his collarbones defined and visible as was the top of his chest. The hem rising just enough to see the band of his boxers.

Johnny just smirked at you, merry as could be watching his squad members mentally undress each other between half-lidded gazes. “So you’re good with all kinds of knives?” You didn’t mean it to come out like a purr but it had, dishing up the roasties. Johnny was setting the three table places- he shot you a smile. A knowing one, that you had harboured a crush on your superior since you joined the SAS.

Simon Riley just had a swagger about him- a cockiness to his aptitude. He was also caring, whether he accepted that compliment or not. He had saved your life more times than you could count, you’d had his back countless in turn. Partners in stealth and then Johnny was brought into the dynamic, you’d hit it off immediately- you viewed him as an annoying, endearing brother all the while Ghost commented flirty jokes to you. Never enough to have intention but he still said it.

Never knowing much about the man, for all you knew he could have a wife and kids at home.

But the way he was acting, it could be a Christmas miracle that Lt. Simon Riley returned whatever flicker of a feeling you held for him. Fingers brushing against each other as you reached for the same cutlery set bundled beforehand by Johnny. Simon’s whiskey beside your wine while you had staved Johnny on lemonade. “I’m comin’ ‘ere for every Christmas… how did you ge’ the turkey like tha’,” It warmed your heart, you knew Johnny didn’t speak to his family all that much and that his Christmases were spent alone. “Wha’ abou’ you, Lt?”

Simon had his mask up below his nose, and had been munching away. Simply giving a shrug, before digging into more. If he hated it, he wouldn’t be going in for more on the plate.

“You’re okay with us stayin’ the night?” You had been the one to suggest it, and your house had three bedrooms. Though Johnny seemed content sleeping on the sofa- passing out after finishing off the jug of eggnog. You had draped a blanket over him. Simon was holding his whiskey well and hadn’t overdone it unlike the man asleep like a baby.

You were glad to be upstairs, avoiding Johnny’s snoring. “We’ll leave in the mornin’, so you can get shit ready for your family to come over…” That was the sad truth and he saw it on your face.

“I don’t have anybody round Christmas time…”

“No family?” It wasn’t like Simon to ask, the whiskey had loosened him up.

Your head shook, “My parents died, they’d been disowned by their families… so I’m usually on my own with a ready made spaghetti bolognese on Christmas,” You were too close to him- a wall overhead. Only noticing then that a stray mistletoe sat in that spot all year round. Your parents used to make an effort to kiss under it every day…

“We’re under mistletoe…” His gruff voice spoke too effortless while a blush covered your cheeks; maybe from the wine but maybe from how naked he was under that hoodie- forgetting that his shirt was still in the wash. “You’re gonna have to take it off?”

An arm around your waist as you wobbled. “What do you mean?” His other hand removed the mask he always made an effort to wear even while eating. But there he was, a normal man with a charming grin and puppy dog eyes. “Simon…?” Unsure of him…

“I wanna kiss you, Y/N…” And you sealed the deal, lips on his- stood on tiptoes with his palms keeping you upright. He was fire against you, your fingerprints were invisible when marking his neck. It was like a wave calmly drifting to shore, like Simon all together. Something that could be so violent yet tender, especially beneath your touch. Your lips off his, finding comfort in the eyes you’d known for years. “Did you want us to stay in the morning?”

Pondering, “Don’t you have family who want to spend Christmas with you?” A shake of the head with a lopsided grin on his face.

The man shrugged, “We never did anything for it, it’s just another day,” that’s when he grabbed your hand, “But I’d love to spend Christmas with you… and Johnny…”

The three of you ended up making another Christmas dinner on the 25th, Johnny got drunk on eggnog and ended up doing karaoke while you and Simon held hands under a blanket. A snap of you three on your Polaroid and added to your kitchen’s cork board and a picture from Christmas evening of you and Simon Riley in bed- no mask but the fact neither of you were wearing clothes wasn’t obvious.

He would come back after dropping Johnny off on Boxing Day… “Shit! I forgot to give you two presents…” He pulled you back onto the sofa as you went to rush away.

“You gave us something better than a present…” Before planting a kiss on your temple, “And your cooking was perfect,” cuddling into you watching a cheesy Christmas movie. Kind of like the one you had just lived out.

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[ruedesu]

Bakugou x reader, experimenting with writing this au, might continue it depending on the brainrot.

cw: death, descriptions of death, silly

Heavily heavilyy inspired by the manga Re-Living My Life with a Boyfriend Who Doesn't Remember Me

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"Stay with me."

Katsuki's hand winds around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Stay with me for the rest of the night."

A warm breeze blows through the leaves of the courtyard trees, and shadows of leaves dance across his face. Spring is here, and that means graduation is right around the corner.

"Katsuki, I-"

His lips interrupt yours as he kisses you. A dance of need and passion; his hands go to your neck, angling your head for a deeper kiss.

He steals the breath from your lungs as if there is nothing easier in this world for him to do.

You could die happily in this very moment as long as he never lets you go.

Smiling, you pull away, and his lips chase you. You grant him one more kiss before pulling away again, this time spinning just out of his reach.

"I would love nothing more than to continue, but I have to go to the supplemental class Aizawa is teaching, or I won't graduate."

His shoulders slump, "You can't skip, just this once?"

You raise your eyebrows, "Is Bakugou Katsuki asking me to skip a class?"

He rolls his eyes and looks away from you, giving you a perfect angle of his lower lip puff out in annoyance, but his hand reaches for yours. His heart shows you his true colors.

"I want to talk about what happens after we graduate..."

It's hard to hide the smile on your face, "We will, tonight I promise. But first, I have to actually graduate."

His eyes turn back to you, and his thumb draws circles on the back of your palm.

There's something swirling in his mind, a worry that you don't know how to quench, until he blinks it away, banishing it from his mind.

"Find me right after, okay?"

You nod quickly, "Right after, I promise."

His hand, still holding yours, pulls you into his embrace. His strong arms wrap around you, squeezing you so tightly you can barely use your arms to hug him back.

"I'll be in the lounge in the west wing waiting." He whispers, kissing your hairline.

He releases you from his hug prison, his fingertips trace the length of your arm until his fingers lock with yours again.

Your heart thumps in your chest. He's being so clingy you're going to explode.

"Katsuki, is there-"

Across the courtyard, the bell tower strikes four. The loud chimes echo in your ear as you curse. "Shit, we'll talk tonight. I promise."

You quickly gather your bag from the base of the tree and run back to Bakugou for another kiss.

"The west lounge, I won't forget."

"You better not." He says begrudgingly, but with a small smile in the corner of his pout.

You just one more smqll kiss and then run to Mr. Aizawa's lesson.

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Oh it's so late, I hope Katsuki's not worried.

Your boots splash through puddles as you try to dodge the large raindrops.

You make it to the west wing and dry yourself off as you climb the stairs with haste in your step.

The lounge door opens with a small creak, and your lungs are instantly filled with warmth.

The lounge is a medium-sized room with tables lining the walls and a hearth directly opposite the door with two lounging chairs in front of it.

The room is empty except for the small spikes of blonde you can see poking up from the lounging chairs.

You set your things down and walk around the chair, ready to be met with an annoyed but relieved gaze, but instead, his eyes are closed, and his head rests against the back of the chair.

He fell asleep waiting for you. Your heart nearly grows two sizes, and you're mentally screaming your love for him over and over again.

You sit down on the floor next to his leg and rest your head against his thigh.

You're expecting his usual warmth to reach you, to seep into your bones and wash away all your worries, but instead, you're met with cold.

Lightning flashes through the window, and the crack of the thunder jumpstarts your anxiety.

"Katsuki?"

You pick your head up, scanning his body for any type of movement.

"Katsuki?!"

You rush to check his chest, his heart, and it's silent. Cold.

You panic. How? Adrenaline courses through you, and you carefully pull your lover from his chair to the floor.

You scream for help as you unbutton his shirt, looking for any signs of trauma or blood.

"Please, please," you beg, your own lungs struggling to take in enough air.

"Someone! Help him!"

Lightning flashes again, the bright light illuminating his body, and sears the macabre scene into your memory.

"Help!" You shout again before a cough takes hold of you, and you clutch your throat. Your lungs are filling with fire.

Your vision starts to blur, no, no, no.

You try to yell, to scream, but no sound comes out.

I have to save him... I have to...

You look to the door, and back to Katsuki.

Please.

You try to crawl, but your arms can't support the weight.

Please.

I have to save him.

Thunder booms as your eyes close.

Please.

You stretch your hand out to reach Katsuki one last time.

Please.

A shock pierces through you, and then the world fades to black.

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Gasping for air, you bolt upright.

What was that? A dream? That was way too real to be just a dream. I was in love, almost graduated... until... oh my god.

You push your mind to remember every detail, pulling every memory from a fog so that you won't forget.

Katsuki...

Your heart yearns for him. Is he alive? Where is he?

And for that matter, where are you?

You look around the room and the realizationshocks you. No... no way.

You get out of bed, run to the mirror in the corner of the room, and look at your reflection.

This can not be happening. You pinch your cheeks, no. You slap your cheeks, absolutely not.

And then there's a knock on your door calling your name, "Are you going to spend your tenth birthday in your room? Come out for breakfast!"

I went back in time?!

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a/n: thanks for reading!! I've had this stuck in my head for days and had to get it out. Def go check out the original book if you're craving more of this trope. I might write more because I am living for it. If I do write more I'll probably add more details about the setting but I think this is a good start!

[jmdbjk]

January

It's been every which way over here, not gonna lie, I'm ready for a month of nothing happening.

That being said, Hobi is about to unleash some music to get us lathered up prior to embarking on his world tour.

But that's a kind of chaos I welcome. More, please. (see what I did there?) Orchestra Mic Drop needs to be on the set list. Manifesting.

Anyway... Jimin. I can't wait to have fun conversations with you about your military service. I'm positive the stories will keep us enraptured for ages. I can't wait to have you back with us. I see the snow falling in Korea and I am thinking of you and your crew shoveling away, then knocking the snow off your boots and heading inside to the mess hall where Jungkook and his crew have cooked up some steaming bowls of hearty stew or soup to warm you all up.

Soon, the spring days will be here and then before we know it, it'll be June 11 and you and Jungkook will be back. As of today, 130 days left. We will already be on a high from welcoming Namjoon and Tae back.

What will that first day be like? Will you and Jungkook sit on that couch in the Hybe building in your military uniforms with balloons and flowers next to you, and turn on a Weverse live just like Jin and Hobi did?

No pressure, lol. BUT WE REALLY NEED TO SEE IF YOUR ASS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD. YOU PROMISED.

You mentioned that you and Jungkook talk about a lot of things before going to sleep. The things you talk about in those deep conversations are probably becoming more and more real to the both of you every day. Don't be scared. Don't be worried. We only want you to be safe, happy and out of there. Really LUYO 💜 too.

The day is coming when we can all say YOU DID IT! WE DID IT! WE ALL MADE IT! NOW ON WITH THE REAL SHOW!!

And last but definitely not least, the first group live with Yoongi... cue the tears. Will he get out early? Saved vacation days? Would he even show himself if he did? Or will he go by the book all the way to the end? We wait™️.

I heard Kim Jones is leaving Dior. I was not a fan of the last few seasons of his creations. I could not imagine Jimin wearing any of that mess. The new mens creative is supposedly JW Anderson. Not sure when we'll see first glimpses of his Dior menswear. He better be prepared to fit Jimin's sculpted butt perfectly.

And Pharrell has designed a new Tiffany line called Titan that has little spikey things and such...

I have finally realized I have entered a phase where all I'm concerned with is what is happening in real time to all the members. What are their thoughts, their state of mind now while fulfilling their duties? What are their concerns, what are the things that bring them joy and satisfaction? What are the forces and events that are impacting them?

We can glean these things from their brief moments they post on Instagram or Weverse, or when their fellow soldiers or colleagues post things that help us see more.

We know Namjoon is about to die from boredom. He knows what is planned and he knows its going to be big.

We know Tae is very proud that he's met his target goal to join the Bangtan buff-line. But we'll have to be the judge of that because Jimin says they're working out and he has "good things to show us" (see: out of this world butt above).

Jungkook needs a little confidence boosting but is ready to belt out karaoke at a moment's notice. Hand that man a mic please.

And Jimin is nervous because he's immersed himself in his soldier role for the past 1 year and 2 months and now must pivot and make the shift back to his real life.

Jin has worked 3 weeks straight and we don't know what that means.

Hobi is busy melding the LA hiphop scene into his DNA and prepping for a concert tour to blow us away. Can't wait.

And Yoongi... an autograph left somewhere but when? Recent? Not recent? Someone saying they MIGHT have spotted him. He's been a ghost. He said he would be. And that's what will make his re-emergence that much more emotional for all of us, to finally see him and his smile.

Ok, that was a good ramble. Until next time, everyone dress warmly if you live on the top half, dress for summer if you live on the bottom half but all of you stay safe and always look for the positive.

[hugshughes]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟, 𝐘/𝐧 𝐘/𝐥/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐮𝐦, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞!

𝐰𝐜 - 1.4𝐤 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐡𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟!)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 (𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲!), 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

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real life! december 10th, 2023. 8:23pm EST.

"I'm gonna fucking throw up. I can't do it."

You earned a slap on the back of the head after the loud proclamation. You turned to your best friend with wide eyes, rubbing the spot she made contact with.

"No you're not. And yes you can! Everyone's gonna go ballistic, they miss you babe!"

You stared down at your phone, gazing at the text messages between you and your manager, she'd just given you the go ahead to post the announcement for your new album.

In reality, you knew they did miss you, but you were so nervous. Your new album was so special to you, and you wanted it to be recieved well. Every song was so complex and unique to you. It was the first album you would release since the worst breakup of your life. After you'd finally broken up with Mat, all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and not talk to anyone for a year. Honestly, that's kind of what you did.

"I know. I just want everyone to love it like I do."

"They will, I promise. Everyone's gonna freak! Now, I have an idea."

"What?"

"After you post, we leave our phones down here and while we go get ready, and go to that bar you love!"

You smiled, that sounded fun. You opened Instagram, sliding to create a post. After choosing the photo of the new album cover, you typed out a caption.

"Okay, we can do that! That'll take my mind off of this. Now I just need to post, shit, I'm nervous."

You looked over and your best friend just smiled and nodding towards your phone. You sighed, biting your lip before hitting the post button. You refreshed your profile to make sure it posted before shutting your phone off, dropping it next to you on the couch.

Your best friend jumped up, grabbing your hands and pulling you to stand.

"Let's go, sweetheart. We're gonna go get you happy and tipsy."

You followed her upstairs and into your bedroom, standing at the door of your closet while she grabbed outfits to offer you. You let her dress you up like a little doll. She put you in a little black dress with a white bow under the bust. She added black boots and your outfit was complete. You both fixed up your hair and makeup before putting together your going out bags.

Once you were downstairs all you did was throw your phone into your little purse, not caring to check any of the notifications you were receiving. You climbed into her Black SUV before she pulled out of your driveway, starting to the city. You lived in a few different places, having two homes and an apartment in three different cities. Currently, you were staying in your house in New York, in a more suburban and residential area farther from the city.

You also had a house in Palm Springs and an apartment in Seattle, since that's where lots of your family currently was. The drive to the bar was about 40 minutes, all spent singing and dancing with your phone connected to CarPlay. You guys parked in a large parking garage before heading down the street into the bar. You walked quickly to get away from the cold, shivering beneath your large leather jacket.

The bar was always less crowded than most, since it was higher end, and you knew some of the staff. Your face lit up as you saw your favorite bartender wiping down glasses as you sat at the bar.

"Hi lady!"

Her head snapped up, a smile gracing her face while she greeted you.

"Aw hi! Oh my gosh, girl. I saw your announcement! You don't know how excited I am!"

Your heart warmed. This being the first reaction you heard to your announcement was definitely sweet.

"Stop, thank you so much! I've definitely been really nervous about it. I haven't even checked my phone since I posted it."

"Well you are going crazy viral, everyone is freaking out!"

You best friend gave you a knowing look, she had told you so. You blushed, thinking about your fans loving the new album. You got your drinks and went to sit at an empty booth in the back of the bar, a Cosmopolitan and a lemonade, since your best friend was designated driver. There were only a couple other groups here, around 10 other people.

After a bit, you two took a trip to the restroom. You took your jacket off while you best friend took photos of you in the mirror to post later.

After around two hours, you exited the bar, the time nearing midnight. You were astounded when you saw flashes of light blinding you as you began the walk to the garage. Paparazzi. Thankfully, you were in New York, and knew the guys.

"Oh, hi guys! What's up?"

"Hey Y/n! What's up with us? What's up with you?! Everyone saw the announcement earlier tonight! Personally, I can't wait!"

You smile brightly, New York paparazzi weren't like Los Angeles paparazzi. These were the guys you knew through Taylor, they were respectful and not pushy.

"Thank you so much! I'm so excited! I literally have not looked at my notifications since posting it, I was too nervous!"

"Can you tell us what the album's gonna be about? Maybe a little insight?"

"Well, the songs are all pretty different from each other, honestly. Some are more personal than others. But the genre of music isn't too steady through on this album, I jumped around a bit!“

They nodded, laughing along with you. You answered a few more questions and took a few more pictures before they let you go. You felt happiness settle into your stomach when you got comfortable in the car.

It wasn't until after you got home, and got ready for bed that you started looking through your new notifications. Many texts from friends congratulating you, news that you were trending on Twitter, and that you post had 6 million likes in five hours.

Your manager had also texted you that sometime soon you should post the back cover, especially since the first post was so well received.

First you posted the photo from the bar to your story before going to post the back cover, some how more nervous than before. The back cover had the track list on it, it would reveal the whole album. Scary.

"Just post it! I'm not going through this with you again."

Your best friend gave you a look, one that heavily reminded you of her mother, with a hand on her hip before she climbed into your bed next to you. You nodded, sighing as you hit the post button.

The two of you laid close and talked quietly, giggling and shushing each other like little girls scared their moms were going to come in and tell them to go to sleep.

Eventually you did fall asleep, the do not disturb setting stopping your phone from buzzing off the table.

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cowboy like me [LN4]

lando x fem!reader

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summary: The one where you work on a ranch and it’s everything you know. There’s nothing that can come between you and your love for your home. Not even a handsome stranger who seems to pull the best out of you.

warnings: slight angst, some fluff, horses!, brief sexual innuendo, a singular swear word, and one [sad] kiss.

author’s note: hey! hi! hello! this is my first fic on here (omgggg 🤭) so please, please, please let me know your thoughts/comments/questions! might write a second part to this…thoughts??[xoxo elle]

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Buxton Ranch has been in the Buxton family before Montana even became an official Union state in 1889. Land wasn’t simply a commodity or property back then; it was life or death. William T. Buxton and his wife, Mary Anne, put their boots down on this land along with their four children and they’ve never left. They fought their way over the mountains, survived the unbearable, and have reaped the benefits of their resilience for over a century and a half.

Willamina T. Buxton I, my boss, is the great-something granddaughter of William T. Buxton I. Her father, William T. Buxton VII handed over the ranch to her on her 30th birthday a few years back. The controversy caused ripples through the entire community because even though Willamina is Mr. Buxton’s first born, the ranch has always been handed down to the eldest son. Willa is the first woman to ever have ownership of the ranch.

My family hasn’t been in Montana nearly as long as the Buxtons. My mom and I moved out here in the spring the year I was born. My father skipped out before my mom could even hold herself upright in her hospital bed after laboring with me. She tells me that we came here to Montana for a fresh start, and what better place to go than where the sky is bigger and the air is pure. The mountains became our safe haven, our buffer from the rest of the world and, more importantly, our history. It’s easy to forget up here, to allow your mind to rest. I’ve never been at a loss for why the Buxtons came and never left. Sometimes, in the dark of my room, I pretend that I really am a Buxton, that I truly belong.

However, when the sun breaks across the mountain peaks and the world comes alive once again, I’m forced to realize that I don’t belong to the Buxton dynasty. I simply work for them.

My alarm blares to my right, causing me to shoot upright. With fumbling fingers, I seek for the power button of my alarm clock. When I finally find it and shut off the hellish noise, I fling my legs over the side of my bed. With the heels of my hands, I rub the sleep from my eyes. The world around me is painted in a deep blue, still fast asleep and undisturbed by my alarm. I envy it as I rise from my bed and get ready for the day.

Silently, I pull on my bootcut Wranglers and a light green long sleeved button down. My belt and beat up old boots complete the ensemble for the moment being. My next stop is the bathroom where I brush my teeth and comb my hair. Tying my hair off into a low braid so it’ll sit right under my hat takes only a couple minutes. I’ve been wearing my hair the same way to work every day for the past seven years.

Once I’m done in the bathroom, I make my way to the kitchen where a pot of coffee is automatically brewing on schedule. I toss a few eggs into a pan as well as two pieces of bread into the toaster. The breakfast of champions and me every single day. After crushing a cup of coffee and my plain breakfast, it’s time to head out. Instead of living on-site with the rest of the ranch hands, I still live with my mom. I’ve been wanting to move out to the ranch for over a year now since I finished college, but the possibility of breaking my mom’s heart stops me from even mentioning it to her.

Glancing at the clock, I know I have plenty of time to spare, but I start to pack up and head out the door anyway. I enjoy being early to the ranch. It’s peaceful and serene before it wakes and rises. Grabbing my work jacket because the winter’s just turning over to spring, my chaps, and my lunch sack, I head out the door. My mom and I share an old, sunburnt orange Chevy truck that just barely runs. I toss my things into the bed of the pickup before sliding into the worn out driver’s seat. As I slide the key into the ignition, I send up a quick prayer that she turns over. When I press the key forward, the engine roars to life. Prayers have been answered this morning and I hope it’s a good omen for the rest of the day.

The drive to Buxton Ranch is short and sweet, all dirt roads and drifting grassy fields. The radio sounds quietly and the engine hums loudly, but everything else is completely still. A distant light orange is just starting to brush the very edges of the horizon in the east. Nature is starting to reach out and stretch its sleepy limbs.

As I pull up to the place where I always park near a stretch of fence, I see a figure dressed in shadows leaning over the wood a few yards away. Once I’ve tossed the pickup into park and yanked out the keys, I jump down from my seat so I can walk over to her. She’s always out here before everyone. Sometimes I see her, most times I don’t. When I do, it feels like fate, like there’s something about today that’s meant to happen this way. Or maybe it’s just Willamina Buxton.

“Good morning, y/n,” she rasps without glancing over at me. Crossing my arms, I lean over the log fence and take in the view. I don’t think there’s a better view in all of Montana than that from Buxton Ranch.

“Good morning, Willa,” I answer quietly. Her brother, Wyatt, was my best friend growing up. She’s only 12 years older than the two of us, but somehow she seems infinitely older and wiser. She’s been a role model for me. We grew closer after Wyatt left for college a few years back. Of course he came back in the summers to visit, but he never stayed long. He wasn’t born for this life. Instead of horses, he dealt with horse power. He always wanted to become an engineer for Formula One. When the opportunity came to go overseas to study in England and intern at McLaren, he hadn’t even thought twice. One day he was here, and the next he was gone.

I struggled with feeling abandoned for a while, but I came to terms with it quickly. I realized that dreams were meant to be chased and he was incredibly fortunate to get this opportunity. I was also chasing my dream, I just had to go down the street instead of across an ocean. We keep in touch, calling frequently and texting nearly every day, but it’s not the same. I miss him.

“Heard from Wyatt recently?” Willa says quietly then takes a sip from her mug of iron black coffee.

“Not in a couple of days. Seems busy,” I mumble. Wyatt’s leaving is a bit of a sore spot for Willa. She wanted him to stay on the ranch and in the family business. Her asking about him is a bit of an anomaly.

She hums, then pauses, then sighs. “Lots to do today. We better get going.”

And just like that the work day starts.

I tend to the horses right away, leading them out into the corral so I can wash out their stalls from over the weekend. I give each of them fresh hay and fill up large troughs of water for the more temperamental ones. Then I lead them one at a time back into their stalls and give them a thorough once over to check how they’re doing.

The last one I have to put away is the youngest of the group. He came to us only last year, unbroke and wild as the river. He’s a black Morgan stallion, sleek and athletic. He’s larger than your typical Morgan, with rippling muscle, and a proud face. He’s beautiful. We call him Jupe.

“Jupe,” I coo kindly to the untamed stallion. “Come on, Jupe.”

He casts a look over his back at me telling me everything I need to know. Sighing, I toss myself over the fence and into the corral. With my palms raised up and in front of me, I show him the leather lead in my hand as I walk over to him slowly.

“Come on, Jupe, we gotta go back inside. I cleaned up real nice for you, boy. Fresh hay, new water, you’re living the five star life, buddy,” I say while creeping up on him. He doesn’t move, but simply tracks my movements with his black eyes. Nerves claw at my stomach as I approach him. Reaching out slowly, I praise him and repeat his name over and over. Finally, I slide the clip of the lead around a loop in his bridle. But there’s no relief yet. I still have to get him into the stables without incident.

“Good boy, Jupe,” I say, reaching out gently to stroke his nose. He pushes at my hand playfully. A surge of pride washes over me. Maybe the two of us are finally making progress. Jupe lets me lead him out of the corral and back to his stall with ease. Today really is my day.

“Thank you,” I whisper to the stallion as I slide the lock shut on his door. Jupe’s head hangs over the short door, his head coming down to level with mine. Patting him gently, I pull a couple sugar cubes from my pack. I hold them up to him on my flat palm and he slurps them up gratefully. A smile that I can do nothing to stop breaks across my face. I’m gonna saddle him up one day. And maybe that day is sooner than I’d anticipated.

“Only you would give that stubborn Morgan a treat,” I hear a familiar voice say. I whip around in disbelief as the tone and inflexion registers in my mind.

“Then again, maybe the two of you have bonded over your mutual stubbornness.” Wyatt hardly gets the words out before I’m taking his arm in mine and wrapping him up in a hug with the other. We laugh as we sway side to side. My hat careens to the side of my head as I hug him and I know I must be getting him all sweaty and dirty, but I can’t find it in myself to care about vanity at the moment. Wyatt’s back.

“Surprise!” He says when I finally let go of him. He’s wearing a bright smile as I pull back. Wyatt reaches up and straightens out my hat for me.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming!” I say while smacking the back of my hand against his shoulder. “I would’ve gotten off work and…”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” he laughs as I slide past him to finish up sweeping this side of the stables.

“You’re right,” I laugh along with him while I sweep. He knows that I love my job too much to step away from it. I hate missing a day and he knows that.

Wyatt takes a seat on a stack of unused hay bales that I’ll have to load back up. He chats with me about school and England and McLaren. I don’t know much about Formula One, just what I picked up on from Wyatt constantly chatting my ear off about it. Most of the stuff that Wyatt has told me, however, goes way over my head. What I do know is that this boy is an engineering genius and McLaren is lucky to have him now as a full-time employee. They offered him a job straight out of university. He’ll be living full time in the UK. My stomach twists at the thought.

“So, what do you have going on for the rest of the day?” Wyatt asks after I’ve finished sweeping. I place my hands on top of the broom and lean my chin over my fingers.

“Riley and I were going to take down that rickety south fence and…” I start to say while mentally checking my to-do list.

“Sandy’s helping Riley with that,” Wyatt says matter-of-factly. I cast him a questioning look to which he simply blinks at.

“Alright. Then I have to go to the cattle and check on all of the pregnant…”

“Louise has that covered,” Wyatt informs me while picking at his nails. What is he getting at?

“Why…well, then I have to…” I begin, trying to move away from things that he could possibly know of.

“Go riding with me and my friends!” Wyatt exclaims while hopping off the hay bales and clapping his hands together. “Wonderful idea.”

My jaw drops. There’s no way that he’s trying to make me skip the rest of the day to go riding. Not after we just had a conversation over the fact that I would never do that. That I could never do that. I have an obligation to be here, to get things done.

“Wy, you know I’d love to, but I’ve got work to do,” I say firmly while walking over to hang up my broom. Jupe huffs and brays at Wyatt as he walks briskly over to me.

“No you don’t. I made sure of it,” Wyatt says while grabbing my hands so I have no choice but to stand in front of him. “Willa’s told me to inform you that if you’re found working this afternoon, there’ll be severe consequences.”

At that, I know I have to oblige with Wyatt’s request. If Willa gave the all clear, there’s no reason for me to try and argue. One thing about the Buxtons is they’re nearly as strong-willed as the horses they hold. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude of me to not accept Willa’s generosity. This doesn’t stop me from letting Wyatt know exactly how I feel about him pulling me away from my work. I do so in colorful language the entire walk over to the house.

“You don’t even want to go riding with me, you just want me to be your guide,” I feign an accusation as we approach a small crowd of people on the large front deck of the Buxtons glorious ranch home. I see a few ranch hands and two other men that I don’t know, who must be Wyatt’s friends.

“You are the best guide out here.” His backhanded compliment earns him an eye roll. As we approach the house, he tells me to wait for a second while he calls over his friends. Their heads turn quickly to the two of us when Wyatt calls to them. They say hasty goodbyes to the staff they were chatting with before walking over to Wyatt and I. One is tall and pale, with pale eyes, and pale hair. His cheeks are flushed a slight pink from the chill that still hangs in the spring air. He looks lively and excited, his eyes bouncing around from one thing to another at lightning speed.

The other man is shorter with cropped, dark, curly hair. His hazel eyes are sharp and brilliant against his tanned skin. As he draws nearer, I can tell that he’s very physically fit. He’s wearing a tight long sleeve shirt that hugs his arms, brand new boot cut jeans, and a shiny pair of boots that have obviously never been worn. His eyes, unlike his friend, don’t wander while he walks over to us; they stay trained on me. A small smile falls across his pretty pink lips as he finds me watching him swagger his way over. He’s attractive.

“Never seen a British boy in cowboy boots before,” I say when they stop in front of us, glancing down at the brunette's footwear. When my eyes flick up to his, he still hasn’t stopped looking at me. Clearing my throat, I extend a hand to the blonde.

“Hi, y/n,” I introduce myself while shaking his hand.

“Mitchel,” he says, his accent is sharp and acutely German, which takes me by surprise. I nod, casting him a warm smile. I watch as Mitchel’s eyes flick to Wyatt over my shoulder. Following suit, I catch Wy smiling like a fool and a slight blush that I don’t think has anything to do with the weather coating his cheeks. When he sees me looking at him, he quickly crosses his arms and looks away. My smile widens. Mitchel drops my hand and then stuffs his back into his pockets.

“Y/n,” I say to Wyatt’s other friend who has a bit of a staring problem. He takes my hand in his slowly.

“Lando Norris,” He says crisply, his accent confirming my previous assessment. “Nice to finally meet you, y/n.”

His name catches in my mind, as if I’ve heard it before but I can’t place it. Wyatt must have mentioned him at some point, but for the life of me I can’t remember what about. A moment passes and our hands stay held together in the space between us as I try to place him. My eyes scan over his face and catalog his freckles and scars and the way his eyes sparkle when he smiles. When it dawns on me that I’m now the one with a staring problem, I swiftly pull my hand from his. Briefly, his jaw clenches.

“Finally, huh?” I take his previous statement and run with it. Turning my back to Lando, I glance over at Wyatt. “Just what have you been saying about me?”

“All good things, all good things,” Wy assures me while coming up to clasp me on the shoulder. He leans into me with a big smile that makes my stomach churn at the thought of what he’s actually told his friends. What does Lando think of me? Why does it matter what Lando thinks of me?

“Well,” I say quickly, trying to shake the thought of Lando from my head. “I suppose we should get going if we want to be back by sundown.”

The three boys nod their heads in agreement. The four of us walk over to the stables. Wyatt and Mitchel walk slowly behind me as they chit chat and laugh. Casting a glance over my shoulder at them, I watch as their shoulders bump together and their fingers brush intentionally. I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. Wyatt’s alway had a hard time with romance and partnership just because of where we grew up and the hate he received for simply being himself. Seeing him this way, happy and smitten, makes me feel proud. It affirms that his leaving was necessary in so many ways.

“How long have you been working here?” Lando’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. My attention slides over to him. He’s come up to my left, his hands folded behind his back. His eyes are wide and curious as he looks at me. I can’t help but feel like I’m being analyzed.

“Seven years. But I’ve been on the ranch all my life. I took riding lessons from Willa and then became fast friends with Wyatt,” I tell him while pulling my eyes from his. Returning his gaze seems difficult, so I keep my eyes trained on the stable. He hums in acknowledgement of my response. I can feel his eyes on me still.

“Do you work at McLaren with Wyatt?” I ask my new acquaintance. He chuckles to himself a little, his pretty eyes squinting from his large smile.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he says, making me feel like I’m missing something. I scoff at his vague response, but don’t press the issue. If he wanted to explain himself, he would. His aura is interesting. He seems so sure of himself, completely at ease with who he is. It’s captivating.

We make it to the entrance of the stable and I instruct Lando and Mitchel to take a seat while Wyatt and I saddle up the horses. It takes us a while to get everyone ready for the trail ride, but with every passing minute, the more excited I get. Wyatt and I used to go out on the trails all the time. During the summer as teenagers, we would stuff our packs full of camping supplies and go for days at a time. Those memories are my most cherished possessions, things that I will never forget. Now whenever I take others up there, I feel as though I’m bearing a part of my soul to them.

Once we’re done getting everything ready, Wyatt leads his and Mitchel’s horses, Rudy and Molly, outside with Mitchel in tow. This leaves me alone with Lando. My stomach twists nervously when I feel his presence looming to my right.

“Ever ridden before?” I ask while petting Luna, a beautiful sorrel tovero paint. She’s older, but strong and steady, a good horse for a beginner.

“Yeah, loads,” Lando says while joining me in stroking Luna. I cast him a critical glance. If he sees it, he ignores me. Rolling my eyes, I really can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. It’s important to know what you’re doing while working with large animals. I make the mental note to keep him in my line of sight at all times while riding.

“Oh, good. Then you’ll be good to lead Ms. Luna out? She’s yours for the day,” I tell him while handing over the reins. I watch his adam's apple bob and his eyebrows lift slightly before nodding and accepting the reins from my hand. When his fingers brush over mine, goosebumps run across my arm. Quickly, I pull my hand away and turn towards Beau, my stallion for today. Fiddling aimlessly with his bridle, I wait until the steps of Luna and Lando have disappeared before releasing a breath. Leaning my forehead against Beau’s neck, I sigh at my stupid behavior. Am I really so touch starved that I get goosebumps at my finger brushing against his? That’s sad.

I take Beau’s reins in my hand and start leading him out to the waiting pack of boys. Just as I’m about to exit the stables, I look over at Jupe. He’s looking at me like he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind.

“Don’t give me attitude,” I tell him.

He just blinks at me.

Beau and I join everyone. Wyatt’s running Mitchel through the basics while Lando watches on. He’s pretending to not be listening by petting Luna and quietly talking to her, but I still catch the way he glances over when Wy demonstrates something. I walk around and do a quick double check on everyone’s gear before returning to Beau’s side. With the ease of muscle memory that I don’t think I’ll ever lose, I toss myself up and onto the saddle. Wyatt assists Mitchel into his saddle before climbing into his own. Lando glances over at me before sliding his foot into the stirrup and attempting to pull himself up. He looks out of his depth and slightly awkward as he hauls himself onto the saddle seat. Biting back a laugh, I click my tongue and squeeze my legs a little to get Beau to move for me. The two of us saunter up next to Lando. His easy continence is long gone, replaced by nerves and uncertainty. His hands shake as he grabs onto the reins incorrectly.

“Here, like this,” I correct while reaching out to his hands. My fingers pry his anxious fists open and fix where he’s holding the leather cord. I’m surprised to find calluses littering his palms, a mirror of my own. I maneuver his palm to rest in the right way so he doesn’t agitate Luna. I can feel Lando watching me as I touch and hold his hands. I’ve done this a hundred times when teaching lessons, but this is the first time that I feel an uncomfortable blush creeping onto my cheeks. Lando’s presence has me off axis, spinning out of my routine. I’ve known him for maybe an hour and he’s already getting under my skin.

“Just trust Luna, she knows the way,” I say quietly as I pull away from him. He bites at his lip but nods along with my words. Smiling as warmly as I can, I leave his side to ride up to Wyatt. However, I can’t help but glance back over my shoulder at him. He’s not looking at me, thankfully. Instead, his eyes are trained on his hands as he flexes them on the reins the way I showed him. His focus is endearing, almost cute.

But when his eyes rise to find mine, I snap my head forward in hopes that he didn’t catch me staring at him. The last thing I need is to develop some sort of childish crush on a stranger that I’ll never see again after a few days. I just have to keep my head down and my thoughts off of him.

“Time’s wasting!” Wyatt calls to me, letting me know that everyone is ready to go. Nodding, I take the lead while Wyatt falls to the back. We keep Mitchel and Lando between us so they don’t get caught straying off the path.

Going out for a ride is one of my favorite things. I love going into the mountains, walking along the thin paths, and enjoying the earth. As we go, I hear Mitchel and Wyatt quietly chatting at the back of the pack. However, once we get to the treeline, their voices fall away from my earshot. My senses are overcome by our surroundings. The budding trees are gorgeous as they filter the sunlight into sultry beams that fall onto the new grass along the sides of the gravel path.

“Beautiful,” I hear Lando speak for the first time since we left. I’ve been distracted thankfully, leaving me free from his effect on me. Now, though, I find myself turning to the side to look at him as he comes up next to me. I’m surprised to find him staring at me instead of the lively forest that hems us in. A thought that he might be making a comment about me instead of the scenery flashes through my mind. Quickly, I shove the absurd thought away and chalk it up to wishful thinking.

“It is,” I agree, giving him a small smile. He chuckles a little before turning to look around him. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of him. Somehow he adds to the already perfect scene around me. His hair is being ruffled by the slight, cool breeze, which also lends his skin a gorgeous pink flush. Bright hazel eyes track the swishing branches and fluttering wildlife. His muscles are on display as he engages them to ride Luna. He looks less stiff than he did earlier, as if he’s finding himself at ease here. The idea makes me giddy. I find myself agreeing with Lando’s previous assessment. Beautiful.

“See something you like, cowgirl?” Lando laughs when he catches me staring at him yet again. My eyes go wide and my mouth parts as I scramble for a proper response, a defense, anything. There’s just something about him that makes it nearly impossible to look away. I think I’d like to be able to see him a lot more.

“Cowgirl?” Is all I can come up with. It’s not an inaccurate title, but the way he said it made it sound different. It was tacked onto his question almost like an endearment, or a tease. I laugh a little at his choice of words and the way it sounds in his accent.

“I see a lot of things I like, cowboy. You’ll have to be more specific,” I challenge. This successfully pulls a proper laugh from him. It’s the type of laugh that sends birds flying frantically from their perches and the creatures hidden in the grass scurrying away. It’s impossible to not laugh along with him. My heart flutters and I have to hold on tighter to my reins so I don’t fall off the saddle.

“I may be a lot of things, but I am no cowboy,” he corrects. I nod while continuing to laugh.

“I could have told you that,” I confirm while adjusting my hat.

“Oh really?” Lando says, urging me to explain myself. He tilts his head to the side while his mouth pulls into a closed lipped smile.

“If the brand new jeans and boots didn’t give you away, then you’re riding definitely does. You ride stiff as a board,” I inform him while glancing down at his boots and jeans. His denim clad thighs are tight around Luna’s middle, tense muscles visible through the fabric.

“Alright, teach me then,” he says, his free hand coming to rest on his hip. “Cowgirl.”

I roll my eyes at his words once again, but am resolved to help him nonetheless. There’s nothing like going out and being able to ride properly. I want to ask him why he lied to me about his experience with riding, but I don’t want to bruise his ego any further. Trying something new is challenging enough, and if he’s willing to learn, then I don’t want to jeopardize that.

“Keep sitting up straight, but relax your body. Your hips should shift back and forth in the seat a little. Don’t fight what feels natural. Just watch me,” I tell him. His eyes slide slowly from my face down to my hips. I watch as his eyes track my hips back and forth just slightly with Beau’s steps. Lando’s breathing goes uneven and his bottom lip disappears between his teeth. He’s staring at me like there’s nothing else he’d ever want to look at. It makes my heart race and nerves flutter in my stomach. I hadn’t really thought about the more sensual implications of having him watch my hips, but it seems rather obvious now. However, I don’t really mind the way he’s looking at me, or the way his focus is completely attuned to me. Selfishly, I really wish he wouldn’t look at anything else ever again. But that can’t happen.

“Eyes up, cowboy,” I tell him after a few more seconds of letting him watch. “Go ahead.”

Clearing his throat, he shifts a little in the saddle before settling in to do what I asked. I don’t miss the way he avoids looking me in the eye, as if he’s embarrassed. Have I flustered him? The thought makes me just a tiny bit proud. He doesn’t seem like the type to be flustered easily. He sits up straight and attempts to relax his body. His lower half starts to shift the right way, looking more natural and less jerky than before. Indulging myself, I watch for a few more seconds. I bite the inside of my cheek as he rocks back and forth in the saddle. My mind goes wandering to places that I shouldn’t be thinking about with a man I’ve only known for a day. Less than a day. And yet, I can’t stop myself.

“Maybe we’ll make a real cowboy out of you yet, Lando Norris,” I tell him after I’ve noticed improvements. His focus fractures and he looks over to me.

“I think I’d like that,” He shoots back, a sly smile accompanying his words. The look twists my stomach into nervous knots. There’s something about him, something intangible, that draws you in. Maybe it’s charm or charisma, or maybe it’s just the way he was made. Whatever the circumstances or reasons are, it’s not fair. I feel as though I have hardly a fighting chance to ward off any sort of desire that’s bubbling to the surface. I want to keep getting to know him; I want to teach him anything he asks; I want to never let go of the way he makes me feel.

The walk back to the ranch grounds is much faster than I would have liked. Lando chats with me the entire way back about this and that. He’s smart and funny and my chances of not having a crush on him grow slimmer with every passing minute I spend with him. When we get back to the stables, I find myself taking much longer than I normally would to put everything away. Mitchel and Wyatt decided that a fire would be the best way to end the night, so they ran out to get it started while Lando and I finished up with the horses. He tried his best to help, but kept getting distracted by visiting all of the stalls.

“Who’s this?” Lando says as I finish putting away the last saddle. I say a quick goodbye to Beau before heading down to the last stall near the open barn doors. Lando is standing in front of Jupe’s stall, his arms crossed over his chest. I stop next to him, leaving an appropriate amount of space between us, even though I want to come up right next to him and press my shoulder to his.

“This is Jupe. He’s our newest. Bit ornery, but a good boy,” I say while reaching my hand out to pat Jupe’s head. He brays at my touch, but doesn’t pull away. I give him a quick kiss on the nose and coddle him a little. Positive reinforcement does wonders.

“My turn,” Lando says from behind me. Astounded, I turn my face toward him. He’s insinuating that he wants me to kiss him. My brain short circuits at the thought. He’s just standing there with his arms still crossed over his chest and a stupid smile playing across his handsome face. I scoff at his joke, trying not to let on how much it affected me.

“Careful what you wish for, you might end up with a stall of your own,” I jab back. However, keeping him here doesn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“Being praised, kissed, and ridden by you? Sounds like these guys are living the dream,” Lando says. My jaw hangs loose as his words hit me like a freight train. Shock courses through me, leaving me beyond speechless. Is he being serious? Who says things like that? I blink at him, unsure of how to continue. I can’t lie and say that the images that popped into my head when he spoke were entirely unpleasant. If he’s being serious, there’s a lot to consider here. I could deny my feelings and spare myself the heartache. Or the alternative, which is letting my emotions get the better of me. This would mean that in a few days after spending time together, I would have to deal with heartbreak and come to terms with the fact that I’ll maybe never see him again. Or maybe I could, if there’s something really here. Maybe I have to give into hope for once. There’s never really been anyone who I’ve put ahead of my goals or dreams. I’ve never been tempted to stray from my path by anyone. Sure, I’ve gone out with guys, had a boyfriend for a while. But if something didn’t line up, I made cuts so my life would fit together how I needed it to. Suddenly now, as I stand here in this stable with a man I met only hours ago, I’m finding myself bending my rules for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my whole life.

“Alright, cowboy,” I say while taking a tentative step toward him, I’m ready to play this little game of his. His hands have fallen to his side, so I gently slide my fingers into his. Shining eyes lock onto mine. His tan skin is set aglow by the dying sunrise, highlighting the ridges and curves of his face. I want to memorize every freckle, every line, every corner of him. I’m lost in the way his hand feels around mine and in the way he’s looking at me, and I don’t ever want to find my way out. One of his fingers comes to the front of my hat and pushes the brim up. He draws closer now, his face mere inches from mine. His jaw flexes and his large neck muscles twitch with tension as he dips his head down just enough for his lips to hover over mine.

“We have a fire to get to,” I finish my earlier thought in a whisper. With hooded eyes, I look into his wide ones. Smiling smally, I step away from him. Adjusting my hat back to its original place, I begin walking out the door. Lando is hauled after me with my hand still grasped in his. Giddiness takes me over as I walk hand in hand with him towards the fire pit near the house. My small smile breaks into a much larger one as I pick up my pace, breaking into a jog. Lando’s hand clasps around mine tighter as he adjusts to the new pace. A laugh bubbles from my chest as I bring my free hand to hold onto my hat as I run harder. A sense of carefreeness has corrupted my usual serious disposition. Rarely do I feel as free as I do now. Lando’s lightness has infected me, and I can’t help but fall in love with how it’s buoyed my spirits. It feels like the first hit of a drug; it’s the type of high I’ll be chasing for the rest of my life.

As we approach the house, I can hear Wyatt’s laugh ring out from around the corner to the back. Just as we’re about to turn that last corner, Lando’s arms reach around my waist, stopping me from moving another inch. His chest hits my back with no small amount of force, tossing my hat from my head. I’m bent over in his arms as both of our laughs pull the last threads of air from our tired lungs. He hauls us both upright and my head falls back against his shoulder. I suck in a deep breath of the cool, dusk air. It cools me from the inside out. A feeling stirs deep in my stomach as I stare up into the sky while basking in the feeling of Lando’s arms wrapped around me.

Belonging.

It’s something I’ve been chasing my whole life; a sense of knowing where I belong and who I am. And now I feel as though I’ve finally found it: a home; a place to belong; a knowledge of exactly who I am.

Once we’ve regulated our breathing, I break out of his arms. Leaving them isn’t what I want, and as I pull away, I immediately feel much colder. However, we have to accompany Wyatt and Mitchel before they grow suspicious. Carefully, I pick up my hat, but don’t place it back on my head.

“Are you coming?” I ask quickly, tossing a glance to Lando over my shoulder. He shakes his head with a smile, but follows me around the corner without a word. Wyatt’s eyes find us over the roaring fire he’s built. Mitchel is seated right next to him on a log, a thick blanket spread over their laps. Between the warmth of the fire, the blanket, and the present company, I know that the nighttime chill won’t be able to touch me. As I approach Wyatt, he reaches to the side to pick up another blanket with a couple beers and s’mores supplies stacked on top. I accept it with a quick thank you before plopping down on the log next to them. Lando saunters after me, slowly taking a seat to my right.

“Hold this?” I ask while placing the blanket onto his lap. Gently, I set my hat down behind me, then reach over my shoulder to grab the end of my braid. I pull the elastic from the end and go about undoing the braid.

“So, Lando, how was the ride for you?” Wy asks as he brings his beer to his lips. My eyes are on the fire as he speaks, my mind slipping out of focus for a brief moment while I concentrate on my hair. But I’m aware of the fact that Lando doesn’t answer. When I turn to look at him, I find his eyes already on me, following my fingers as they finish pulling out my braid. I run my fingers through my roots to shake out the nasty hat hair that I undoubtedly have.

“Lando?” Wyatt laughs.

“What?” Lando says as he snaps out of his dazed state. His eyes go wide as they shift over to Wyatt who’s chuckling to himself. A goofy smile breaks across Lando’s face as Wyatt restates his question.

“I think I might have to switch professions,” Lando says, his eyes flicking down to me. The fire is lighting his skin with a warm glow. The flames flash lazily in his glossy eyes.

“I think it would be best for you to stick with McLaren,” I joke while cracking both of our cold beers. With a small smile, I hand over one of the bottles to a slightly offended Lando. Laughing to myself, I nudge his shoulder and click the neck of my beer to his. The liquid is cold and fresh against my lips, sending the perfect chill cascading down into my neck and chest.

“Yeah, mate, I think it’s best if you stay in the cockpit rather than the saddle,” Mitchel adds. “Play to your strengths and all that.”

The cockpit? As in the cockpit of a Formula One car? The realization hits me with all the grace of a drunk elephant. Lando Norris; I recognized his name earlier because Wyatt works as an engineer for a driver named Lando Norris. A Formula One driver named Lando Norris. With wide eyes, I stare forward into the fire. Every possibility that I’ve just dreamt up has suddenly become nothing but a fantasy. My body tenses as it physically revolts against my idiocy and naivety. Reality settles into my bones and I have to chide myself for being so stupid to ignore it for as long as I have. Not only did I ignore it, but I created a work of fiction where maybe we could end up together.

“Shit,” I hear Lando breathe next to me. His face is one I don’t recognize, one of seriousness. For the few hours that I’ve known him, which feel more like years, I haven’t seen him lose that little spark that makes him so him. Now it’s nowhere to be seen. He didn’t want me to know that he was a professional driver, one of the most elite in the whole world. It stings because I don’t understand exactly what his intentions were and it allowed me the space to concoct some seriously messed up notions. There’s no way that anything could happen between us now. It’s hard enough to maintain a friendship of years over an ocean with an engineer; imagine trying to hold together a relationship with a driver across continents and seas that constantly change. However, I can’t justify being angry with him. It is his life to be in the public eye constantly. If he came out here to not be recognized for a while and to be treated like just a normal guy, then who am I to deny him that. I just wish he would have given me the opportunity to do that with knowing who he really is. Now I’m stuck with feelings that I know won’t go away in a hurry and thorough embarrassment.

The rest of the night passes monotonously. Wyatt and Mitchel are wrapped up into their own little world, so they hardly notice the ever eroding gap that suddenly formed between Lando and I. We chat a little, but it’s not the same anymore. Roasting marshmallows has suddenly become my new favorite thing because it gives me an excuse to not look at him. I know that if I do, I’ll start to adore his curly hair and the scar over the bridge of his nose and the way that he looks right into your soul with his pretty eyes. I know that if I dare to look at him, I’ll start to believe in fiction once again. That’s not something I can allow; I won’t be the person who falls in love with the idea of something they can never have.

I won’t be the person that falls for someone they can never have.

Wyatt and Mitchel bid us goodnight before walking hand in hand into the house. Envy flares in my chest, jealousy turning my heart an ugly shade of green. The crackling of the dying fire and the rustling of wind through the grass and trees are the only things that greet my ears. Usually, I would be incredibly fond of this quietness. But now, it simply feels like a life sentence of silence. And once again, as the world turns to night, I feel the loneliness creep in at the edges. The night chill has crept into my fingers and toes, slowly creeping inward.

“I’m sorry,” Lando’s voice is gravelly from lack of use. “I should have…”

“You should have,” I agree. My voice isn’t harsh or condescending, it’s soft, softer than I’ve ever heard it. “I understand, though. I just wish I had known before…”

My voice trails off and gets blown away with the smoke that floats lazily into the atmosphere. Clouds have collected across the sky, cutting the stars from our view. With a melancholy heart, I can’t help but admit how fitting that is. I suppose we really weren’t written in the stars. We are the opposite of destined.

Lando’s hand wraps around my cold fingers, but instead of warming me, it burns. The kiss he leaves on my knuckles feels as though my hand was dipped into the embers of a fire. Blinking back the prick in my eyes from impending tears, I watch his face fall into a frown. I hate the way his eyebrows are creased in the middle and the concern that’s painfully evident in his stubborn eyes. It’s not the look I wanted from him tonight. It’s not the face that’s become my brand new favorite. It’s not Lando.

“How long are you staying for?” I find myself asking. I have to know how long I’ll have to endure his presence. But what’s worse: having him here and knowing I can’t have him, or watching him leave and knowing that I’ll never have him?

“We leave on Monday,” he says. Just for the weekend then. I’ll only have to see him on Monday and then I’ll be free of him. I know he’ll torment me in my sleep, when I see someone walking down the street who looks a little like him, when I look at Luna. I’ll never truly escape him.

“Alright,” I mumble. A beat passes without any more conversation. Then Lando’s hand is slipping under my hair and around the side of my neck. My head turns toward him, his touch unprompted and sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin.

“I’m sorry, but I have to know. Just once and then we can put it away forever. Alright?” He’s closing that gap between us, both physically and emotionally. His face slows as it hovers in front of mine. My breathing has ceased and fear has seized my heart. Is this the right thing to do? Or will it make it worse?

“Alright,” I find myself agreeing without thinking. Maybe I have to know, too, if this is everything I think it is; if this really is everything that I’m losing.

His kiss is light at first, lips just barely brushing mine. It’s soft and gentle as he uses his hand to bring my face closer to his. When his lips are fully on mine, my mind bursts into stars and streams of color. He kisses me with quiet passion, slow and strong. That belonging that I felt when he had his arms around me flares back to life in my chest. His fingers flex under my jaw, holding onto me tighter like he’s scared I’ll slip out of his grip. Which I am. When we break away from our first and last kiss, I feel as we filter through each other’s fingertips. We’re lost now, never to be found.

A crack in my chest sends me to my feet. Tears suddenly blur my vision.

“Goodbye, Lando,” I find myself saying, my words taking every bit of strength I have left. As I turn away from him for the last time, I find myself wishing I'd have said no to his kiss. As I walk away from him for the last time, I know now that I’m losing the one real thing I’ve ever known.

The truth is he isn’t a cowboy like me.

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౨ৎ꣑ৎBodies Are Not the Only Things Buried౨ৎ꣑ৎ

꣑ৎ"Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt."꣑ৎ

[fem reader] contains: mentions of death/dying, angst pairing: ghost!billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: tagging @kellielovesmovies <3 and @these-travels <3 because we talked about doing more ghost billy!! Enjoy! Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

"Have you ever seen the ocean?"

Billy turned his head to look at you, and his breath would have hitched if he had any left. The sunlight reflecting off your skin gave you a glow that was nearly angelic, and for a moment he was sure the higher powers had come for him after all. You blinked, nuzzling your head into the crook of your elbow where it lay, and he wished it was his arm there instead. Holding his girl. The way it should be.

He shook his head, shifting on his side. "When my family crossed to get here I did. But I don't remember much. Was a long time ago."

Your lips puckered just slightly, and he longed to touch his own to them. "I've always wanted to see it but I've never been."

Imagining you in the backdrop of ocean spray, sand sticking to your soaked feet, Billy smiled. "You'd fit right in."

With a giggle like bells, you looked back at the sky, your ever-present smile soft as spring's first rain. The grass framed you perfectly, making a soft bed that Billy didn't deem near good enough. Once again he tried to will his body solid. There was no need for a beating heart or blood siphoning through his veins. He only wanted to hold you.

Death made life feel like a distant memory. The more time Billy spent with you, the more painfully clear the difference between existing and living became. Consciousness was a curse, carried out by the remnants of him left like a half-eaten dinner. Maybe somebody had forgotten to take the final step and bring him wherever those he had known in life were. Or maybe they were lingering too, in different pockets of time's fabric. He had certainly never come across anyone like this.

Maybe you had been the only one who bothered to see. Or care. Either way, he had been revealed to you, the veil separating life and death lifting for a quick second so he could escape. And you were there to see it.

You spent a great deal of time at the cemetery, keeping him company. Often you would lie on the grass with a book and read to him, the passages you picked from between hundreds of pages only enhancing the complexity of your beauty.

It was natural he would fall in love with you. In the beginning he had felt it coming, a universal fact already set in motion. It was almost cruel, and he wondered if perhaps his forced haunting hadn't been a mistake at all. He could be atoning for every sin committed in life in some new method of torture where he was made to think himself joyful.

It was delicate, his dormant love a cobweb formed over decades of starvation. An emotional ache he had resigned to live with for the rest of time. If he had known death was this impermanent, he never would have wished for it.

You rotated on your side to face him, eyes reminding him of daisies. Young and fresh and lovely, innocence shining through your new bloom. Billy's attention was immediately piqued, ready to absorb whatever you had to say, even if it was a single word.

"Have you ever left this place?" He smiled when you asked, wholly enraptured.

Sitting up, Billy leaned against his headstone. Unmarked, unnamed, only the year he died carved crudely into the rounded shape. It made a good resting spot for you some days, though, and he was happy some facet of him was able to do so. "Not for a long time."

"Why not?" you asked, propping yourself up next to him, chin on the heels of your palms. The image of you was so painfully adorable that he had to pause before speaking.

"I dunno," he shrugged, looking at his boots. "It seems odd, but I've never thought of it."

"Never?" You tilted your head.

"I've never had a reason." He half-smiled. "You're the first person I've talked to in a century, sweetheart."

Something softened in your eyes at the term of endearment, and he was now making plans to call you it over and over just to see that look. "You never had wanderlust?"

Billy moved his hand so it was flat on the ground next to yours, pinkies nearly touching. "I wandered so much when I was alive, it must've just burnt out."

Somehow, he couldn't read the look on your face, as though your thoughts at the moment were in another language. He wished more than ever right now that he could draw you into his arms, maybe rest a hand at the crown of your head. There were so many things he desired, and you were at the center of each one as he orbited hopelessly.

He'd never had a sweetheart before. Through every misdeed and trial thrown under his feet and scratching his arms like thorns, he'd never found anybody. Further, he never expressed the desire, not out loud.

Love was always considered a luxury. He'd observed it plainly with his mother and father, witnessed the lengths it traveled and the way it grew to fit the space of new circumstances. But his parents had been good people, trying to make an honest living. He never thought love was meant for men like him.

But without survival on the line, what else was there to think of? There wasn't anything else to exist for, especially when the woman in question was you.

Without physical feelings, Billy ran on pure emotion. It was an energy of its own that replaced what his blood must have done. For so long it had been justified sorrow, but now it was something else. Something he didn't even want to think of because it was so out of the question.

He was a ghost. You were alive. Nothing more needed to be said.

Stretching your arms with a little hum, you shut your eyes and let your hair fall to the side, over your shoulder. He watched it cascade like a waterfall, wishing for the millionth time he could brush it from your eyes. "You know, you could travel if you wanted to. See everything you want to." Opening your eyes, you smiled at him with a little glimmer that lifted his spirits. "You could see the ocean and remember it better this time."

Billy wouldn't tell you what he was thinking. That the only way that desire would enter him is if he could do it with you. See that adorable look of astonishment when you tasted salt water for the first time.

He didn't let his thoughts go any further than that. Instead of saying it, he smiled. "You'll have to see it for me, darlin'."

You looked up at him, resting your cheek on the cool stone of his headstone. If he imagined it right, your ear was on his heart instead of a monument to his death. His girl. In his dreams you were his girl.

Months since you'd first seen him, when he'd expected you to be frightened but instead you were kind. Ghost or outlaw, it seemed any time he was given was to be spent unconventionally. Based on your reaction, it was easy to imagine you in the context of his time. Maybe you never would have judged him the way everyone else did.

A shock of warmth coursed through his spectral being when you simply said, "Your time didn't end when you died."

It echoed, bouncing off the cemetery gates long after you left for the night.

Everything except Billy's existence was glaringly temporary.

He had long accepted the fact that his fate was to stand still, frozen as an unseen relic of time while the world hurtled forward into a future he couldn't have imagined. Regretting his legacy, coming to terms with the fact that he was existing in a space where he couldn't change anything.

Long had he wondered of this purpose. Whether it be by punishment or pity, he was immoveable. And now more than ever it was becoming glaringly obvious that you weren't.

"Long day," you sighed one evening, flopping down next to him. He reached for your hand, wincing as his hand passed through like you were water. But when he made a move to pull it back, you shook your head, half smiling briefly. "Keep it there. It feels nice."

Billy smiled, turning to the side to look at you as you began to chatter, playing with a rogue strand of hair. "I got some news today."

"Good news?" he asked, and you smiled tightly, still anxiously fidgeting.

"An opportunity to travel. And go to school," you went on softly. "In London."

London. There was a pang in his chest. "That's incredible, sweetheart." Billy lowered his head to meet your eyes, where you were staring at the ground. "You've worked hard."

There was that half-smile again. "Thank you." He could see something brewing in you like a storm on the horizon, but didn't press. If you wanted to tell him you would.

After a beat of silence, you whispered, "I was excited about it. It would get me away from home." Billy's thoughts conjured the one time you had told him about your parents. About your mother's passing, and how your father had married a woman who hardly regarded you. He couldn't help but sympathize, thinking of his own mother and the cruel man she'd been forced to wed. The idea of you in that kind of situation kicked his protective instincts in, and it hurt that there wasn't a thing for him to do about it.

Billy nodded, searching your gaze. "You should be."

"And they have an amazing arts program."

"Of course."

"And it's beautiful- I've always wanted to go there." You were staring at him now. "The ocean is close. Closer than it is here."

He smiled. "It is."

Your eyes stayed on him, and he looked right back. It felt like you were trying to tell him something, but he refused to pry at it. Slowly, the corners of your lips turned down as something was defeated within. Without another word you breathed out, leaning down and resting your head in his lap. To his dismay, your head went right through his thighs, landing on the soft earth below.

Neither of you commented. He hovered a hand over the outline of your head, pretending to stroke your hair.

In the next weeks, you didn't broach the topic of school again, instead returning to your regular graveyard activities. Talking to him and smiling as if he was something extraordinary. Picking flowers that grew nearby and braiding them together, leaving them in little bouquets sagging at the base of his tombstone. He memorized every bit of you and tried to piece it together in the hours you weren't there, an endless puzzle.

The beginning of the end was impending, kicking up dust. He could feel it in his being, filling the space where his bones used to be. It wove marrow and tendons out of feelings, creating a whole other entity for him to inhabit. There was no end to Billy's endings.

You were lying side by side with him now, hair spread out like a halo over your head. When you opened your mouth, he heard it before you spoke.

"I'm going to school in London."

Billy let it stretch and consume him, show him what would never be. This was a routine. This was not new. "I'm happy you are. You're gonna do great, sweetheart."

Somberly, you whispered, "I leave in two weeks. To get adjusted to the new country."

He was quiet, just watching your expression. You were holding yourself together and he didn't know why.

Then in a quiet burst, a tear slipped from your eye, leaving a path on your cheek as it trickled down like rain on a windowpane. "Billy I don't want to leave you."

It hit him like something earthshattering. The shot that had ended his life hadn't collided the same way this did, with a force that came from somewhere in the folds of existence, somewhere Billy didn't understand. He sat up, reaching a hand out. "Sweetheart-"

"Tell me not to leave," you whispered, and he froze, watching another tear cross your cheek. "I won't leave if you want me to stay."

"You have to go," he said, shaking his head and getting to his knees, searching your eyes. "This is your dream. You have to do it."

"But I don't wanna go," you sniffled, reaching for a strand of hair and twisting it between your fingers. "Billy..."

"Hey," he breathed, hands over your elbows. "Sweetie, I'm always gonna be right here. And the time we've spent together's enough for me. I want you to live."

"I love you," you managed through your tears, lower lip trembling.

Billy shut his eyes, chin dipping. The fingers of melancholy were seizing him in a way that kicked everything that had ever mattered to the side. Your tears were multiplying, and they were of such a quality that he swore they were what dotted the sky every night. Stardust...that was what you were. Unreal. For him, untouchable.

He risked a look back up at you. You, whom he'd imagined as his for so long. But you weren't because he couldn't have anything anymore. The only thing Billy possessed was a sliver of humanity enclosed as an idea. He didn't even have a heart to give to you.

But there was nothing in him for the truth to hide behind. It was transparent as he was. "I love you too."

You took in a shaky breath. Billy knew right then that for the rest of time he would be committed wholeheartedly to you. You were the only thing in this wretched world worth anything. Tension heightening like a string pulled taut, you surged forward in a single motion, arms encircling his shoulders, pressing your mouth to his.

Warm. It had been so long since he'd been warm. But you were. Between his arms, encasing whatever was left of him in the gift of your body. He hardly registered the sensation of being kissed until you pulled back, breaths leaving your prettily parted lips in quick bursts.

Kissed. He had been kissed. He had kissed you.

"I didn't think that would work," you confessed quietly, and in a natural move, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair from your eyes, something jolting in him when his fingers didn't pass through.

Billy shook his head, drawing you in by the waist and touching his lips to yours gently, relishing the sensation of you melting under his touch. He wouldn't dare try anything else, this new allowance precarious. Who knew if it would be taken away from him? Your hand found the collar of his shirt, just holding it as his nose bumped your soft cheek. Soft...he could feel that you were soft. Just as he'd imagined.

Conscious of your need to breathe, he separated himself from you, just a little. The last of your tears escaped, and he thumbed them away, not wanting to let go now that he had the option. You whispered, "I can't leave. I love you."

The chasm within him began to open again, and he could see the way it could have gone. Past and present and future. Every version of you and him spun until they disappeared into nothingness, leaving reality standing still, a tower of his own making. A structure he couldn't tear down if he tried.

He breathed, "I love you and that's why you have to leave."

The curtains of the summer were drawn shut, and sometimes Billy wondered if any of it had ever been real. He loved you too much to make you stay, to leave you hanging off the whim of a dead man with nothing to give forever.

He wished you hated him. It would be easier for you to leave.

Any writing on the wall was faint, and he'd been unsure if you'd go through with it. But after the day you were set to leave marched by without so much as a glimpse of you, he bowed his head and thanked whoever was above. Guilt would have tainted everything if you had stayed. He would rather love you miserably than be responsible for the end of another life, especially yours.

Time went back to how it was before. Boundless and brutal. Billy existed in the plane of memories, staring at the sky and letting it consume him.

He hoped for many things. That you would love it when you got there and forget all about him. That you would fall in love because everyone should fall in love with you.

Most of all, he hoped you would never return. He hoped whatever had tethered you to this place would unravel and blow away, off to some far away corner of the earth where you couldn't reach.

Regret tainted him oftentimes, and he wondered if he could leave like you had said. Go find you wherever you were and remind you that even the dead were enchanted by you.

Billy imagined sometimes what would have happened if you stayed. If maybe when you loved him so closely he would have eventually become whole again, not quite alive but not a ghost any longer. Physical. Worthy. Maybe it would have been proof to whoever had damned him this way. He was alive so long as he was loved. It could have been his second chance. The one leniency he'd snuck in the margins of his death's contract.

He let that dream rot with his body, buried in the earth below.