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All Dressed Up
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky visits a gallery to support his best friend and unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams.
Word Count: Over 2.3k
Warnings: First meeting, mild dirty thoughts, instacrush, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Okay, lovelies. A new AU. I'm sorry. @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline @whisperlullaby @sgt-seabass @vesearlee , I feel like you all either heard me screech, encouraged, or helped me, and I appreciate you. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the incredible @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky didnât dress up for most people since it wasnât his style. He would do so for any of his brothers though, especially Steve. His best friend since childhood, and his clubâs president, he always had a love and talent for drawing and painting. And after working his ass off on his exhibit it wouldâve been a crime for the vice president not to show up.
Steve promised if there was ever a day when Buckyâs writing became published heâd be by his side to celebrate too. As much as they liked to give each other shit sometimes about art and how they created it, the support was there through and through. The only catch for tonight was that he had to dress nicely to get into the gallery. So, instead of the usual leather jacket or vest he wore and jeans, he went with a plain black suit and white button up shirt.
He refused to wear a tie since it wasnât a wedding. He had to draw a line somewhere. No one paid him any mind though as they walked around the gallery, and he was more than fine with that. This wasnât his night.
âYou should be proud, punk,â Bucky said, looking over the art lining the large wall, each piece crafted with care.
âI am proud, jerk,â Steve smiled. He hadnât worn a tie either, and it made Bucky feel a little better. âAnd you know you donât have to stay the whole time.â
Bucky knew that. He also knew members and prospects would be trickling in and out throughout the evening. âNot needed at the bar tonight, so I can stay as long as I want. But I might cut out early since I see your face enough between that and the club.â
Steve chuckled. âStill havenât sold the place, huh?â
The brunette sighed. It wasnât the first time Steve asked if he was going to sell the bar to focus more on writing. âWhere the hell would you all hang out if I sold the place?â He liked the bar. It wasnât just a great hangout for the club, but for his other regulars, too.
âThere are other bars,â Steve teased. He said that, but he loved the bar, too. âYou know I just want you to-â
âFollow my compass. I know. Youâve said that so manyâŠâ He stopped talking when he saw an unexpected angel walk into the room.
Well, angel was the word that came to mind since you were wearing a white dress and the light over your head illuminated you like a halo. But as his eyes swept over you, he wondered if there was a bit of a devil in you. He wouldnât mind bringing that side out of you if you gave him the chance.
And here he used to think love at first sight was bullshit.
âHey. Do you know her?â Bucky subtly nodded in your direction as you spoke to another woman, jealousy flaring up for a second at the thought of his best friend knowing you and not telling him. And if you knew Steve, that was that before things even started. While the blonde didnât have much game growing up, he came into his own after his growth spurt, and everyone adored or wanted him.
Steve shook his head. âNo, I donât,â he said, making Buckyâs shoulders slump in relief before his friend scrutinized him. âJesus, are you eye fucking her? You are, arenât you?â
Bucky wasnât the least bit ashamed. âAnd Iâll keep doing it âtil she looks at me,â he replied, wishing youâd at least spare him a glance and get a look at him in his nice suit. Maybe you werenât into guys with tattoos and piercings, but he was certain he could change your mind if that was the case.
âHow long has it been since youâve been on a date?â Steve asked. âJust introduce yourself like a gentleman and see where that goes.â
âA couple of months? Something like that.â Tearing his gaze away to glance at his inked hands, he chuckled. âYou think Iâm a gentleman?â
He could be dangerous and downright dirty when the occasion called for it, but just because he rode a motorcycle and covered himself in tattoos and piercings didnât mean he treated others poorly. He was raised better than that. Even with his ex-girlfriends, things never ended because he didnât treat them well. They just werenât the one.
âWe both know you are. Sometimes,â Steve answered, smirking as a beat passed. âAnd sheâs looking your way.â
Buckyâs head snapped up to find you looking right at him with a curious stare. You had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Which was nothing compared to your smile. It was like watching the sun slowly rise to meet the day.
Fuck, he was being sappy. You ruined him with a single stare, and he wanted to ruin you in return. Make it so you wouldnât want another man.
You whispered something to the woman beside you before she nudged you forward and he realized Steve pushed him to move, too. It only took three more steps before he was right in front of you, the gentle smell of your sweet perfume filling his nostrils. Need slammed into his body as you smiled again, and he actually felt the blue of his eyes shrink as his pupils widened.
If Steve thought he was eye fucking you beforeâŠ
âHey,â he said, his voice raspier than usual.
âHi,â you said. It was a voice he could listen to for hours and he wondered what it would sound like when you said his name.
âIâm Bucky.â He took a smaller step closer, trying his damnedest to block out any other man around him so youâd keep those pretty eyes on him.
You introduced yourself, too, and it was a name he would never forget. âI like your tattoos,â you added almost shyly. Almost.
If he had his way, youâd see the rest of them soon enough. âThanks,â he smiled, holding one hand up to show you. âDressed like this, I bet you think Iâm part of the mob.â After getting dressed and adding the gold jewelry, even he thought for a split second he looked like a mobster.
âAre you or is that information I canât be privy to?â you asked, making him chuckle. You didnât skip a beat, and he liked that.
âNot part of the mob, but I am part of a motorcycle club,â he replied. He wore his patch with pride and that didnât seem to scare you, which was good. âI also own a bar.â He didnât know why added that part. You didnât ask and he didnât want to brag, but there he was.
âSo, you ride a motorcycle, and you own a bar?â You glanced back at your friend to ask her, âDo you mind if IâŠâ
âIâm good. You two talk,â your friend smiled, giving Bucky an encouraging wink. He looked back to find that Steve walked away, too.
You smiled as you faced Bucky again. âWell, Iâm happy to hear more about either of those things if you have time.â
âYeah.â A lopsided smile appeared before he could stop it. âI got time,â he said. All the time in the world.
Over the next hour, the two of you stayed close together and talked in between looking at Steveâs pieces. He told you he was there to support Steve and talked a little bit more about the bar he owned. A hole in the wall kind of place he fixed up. While he wasnât a big drinker, he loved making them for his regulars, and his profession allowed him to get away with all the tattoos.
âIâll have to stop by sometime,â you smiled before it faltered. âIf thatâs okay.â
He didnât want to get his hopes up, but his heart raced, and he wanted to see you smile again. âIâll hold you to that,â he teased. âWhat about you? What do you do for work?â
You told him that you were a blood bank nurse and still fairly new to the area. While you didnât have too many friends nearby, you liked your neighborhood and the one friend you had made invited you to the gallery since she was an art enthusiast. You also let it slip that you were single upon your move here, which he was happy to hear since he was, too, but he didnât miss the note of sadness in your voice.
He could help fix it if you were lonely.
âIâm not seeing anyone either,â he stated.
You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. âYou donât have an old lady?â His eyes went right to your lip when he bit it. âThat is the correct term of endearment, right?â
âThatâs right,â he said, his eyes soft. âBoth of those things are right.â
You bit your lip again and he wasnât sure if you were purposely trying to entice him, but now he wanted to bite your lip. âSo, do you do anything for fun outside of riding and work?â
He almost groaned when you said âridingâ and he had to shake his head to keep his mind from drifting. He couldnât think of you being on his bike with your arms wrapped tight around him or you riding him or anything like that. âWellâŠâ
He explained that he wrote a bit in his spare time outside of work and the club. It was a hobby mostly, but it would be a dream come true to get his work out there one day. If not, that was okay, too, because he had a decent life and didnât need much. His bike, his brothers.
But to have an old ladyâŠ
âMaybe I could readâŠâ you frowned when you saw the time. âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât realize how late it was. I should get going,â you said, disappointment filling both of you.
âOh.â He scratched the back of his neck. The two of you were having a nice talk, and he hadnât had a chance to ask about your hobbies yet. âItâs still kinda early. Do you really have to go?â he asked, realizing just how desperate he sounded. God, if the prospects could hear him right now⊠He just didnât want the night to end.
âYeah, I do. Iâm actually working a blood drive tomorrow and could use the rest,â you said, smiling sadly. He felt like an ass for asking you to stay when you had work to do. âI donât know if youâve heard anything about it, but youâre welcome to stop by if you want to donate. I always have this fear that people wonât show, which I realize sounds ridiculous.â
Bucky mentally kicked his ass for not knowing about a local blood drive. He was usually more on top of those sorts of things. âWhereâs it at?â You gave the location and time, which was all he needed. âIâll be there,â he promised.
And every single club member would be there, too, if they knew what was good for them.
âReally?â you smiled, your hand bumping his when you turned to face him. âYouâll go?â
He let his fingers brush yours and he smiled to himself when he felt the light shiver. âOf course, doll.â
âDoll?â you giggled. He hoped he didnât offend you. âI hope you show,â you added in a small voice, your gaze focused on the ground.
Frowning a bit, he wondered if you didnât believe him. Did someone let you down before? âIf I say Iâll be thereâŠâ He lifted your chin, so youâd look into his eyes. He needed you to see the truth in them. âIâll be there.â
You exhaled, staring deeply into his eyes. âIâll see you tomorrow then,â you whispered.
He grudgingly released you, knowing he had to. Besides, if he kept touching you, there was a good chance heâd pin you against the wall and show you what a work of art you were. âGood night,â he whispered, watching you go back to your friend. She linked her arm with yours as you glanced back, keeping your eyes on Bucky until you were out of sight.
He exhaled, mentally kicking his ass again. Why the fuck didnât he ask for your number? You two hit it off, and you wanted to see him at least in some capacity beyond the blood drive, right?
Steve made a beeline for him as he stayed rooted to the spot. âIt looks like you two hit it off. You know you didnât even say hi to Chris or Sam or-â
âWeâre going to a blood drive tomorrow,â he cut in. He hoped people would show, but he gave you his word heâd be there, and the club was all about giving back to the community.
The blondeâs eyebrows pinched. âIâm sorry, what?â
âBlood drive. Tomorrow. Everyone,â he said, giving his friend a hard stare. âYouâre the president. Make it happen.â
âYouâre the vice president, which means you supervise plans for club events or gatherings. That includes last minute things,â he pointed out, his eyebrows shooting up as Bucky got his phone out and typed quickly. âYouâre serious about this?â
âIs it too much to say, âYou better fucking be there or youâll pay for it laterâ?â
The blonde grinned. A shit-eating, knowing grin, and he wanted to smack him. âThis is all for her, isnât it?â
Bucky sighed. He hadn't expected to meet someone so perfect tonight. âSheâs a nurse and I wanna help. Besides, itâs good for the community and youâre all about that shit.â And he had to make a better impression after not asking for your number. âWill you at least promise youâll be there?â
âTo watch my whipped best friend fawn over a pretty nurse? Hell yeah.â
âBeautiful,â he corrected him. âSheâs beautiful.â
And while Bucky would fawn over you tomorrow, he also hoped heâd get your number.
So, what do we think so far? Part of this writing style was slightly different for me, but I like how it turned out! I still need to give this reader a nickname and the AU a name, but this is a start. I can't wait for the whole club to show up at the blood drive. I also have something silly and cute planned for these two. â€ïž Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Merry Christmas, Baby
Summary: You're not sure what to get Javi for Christmas, until he gives you an idea for a gift you can't put under the tree
Word Count: 3.3K (I wrote this in two hours, the thots do be thotin)
Paring: Husband!Javi x Wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex (whoops), breeding kink (I'll say it once and I'll say it again, you KNOW this man deserves 17 kids) vaginal fingering, creampie (big time), family planning, Javi gets so excited about the idea of another baby he literally can't control himself, terrible, sexual Christmas puns, cute and sweet Christmas fluff bc I love this family more than life and you know they give their kids the most magical Christmases đ„ș
A/N: I'll take Javier Peña with a big fat breeding kink for a thousand, please!!! I was feeling in a writing rut, until I read @notjustjavierpena Husband Javi Christmas fic last night, and lord have MERCY, consider me inspired 𫥠I'll never shut up about the fact that this man wants a football team, and every Christmas will ask to put another baby in you as his only Christmas gift BYEEEEEEE I need to be institutionalized at this point sorry this is poorly beta'd, it's me, I'm allergic to editing!!!
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âJavier Peña, there has to be something you want for Christmas.âÂ
âAs long as all my girls are happy, thatâs all I want.âÂ
âUnfortunately, I canât wrap your sappy sentiment, Javi.âÂ
There was nothing more that you enjoyed than showering Javi with gifts for the holidays. There were few people on earth you could imagine being more deserving than your husband- youâd find a way to wrap the moon and top it with a bow, if thatâs what he wanted. Unfortunately for you, Javi was so sweet, it made buying gifts for him nearly impossible, considering there was rarely ever a tangible item on his wishlist.Â
âI donât need anything, baby.â Javi smiled, reaching for the roll of bright pink and sparkly wrapping paper in front of him to start covering the new Barbie Dream House Lucy had been begging for all year long. âToss me the tape.âÂ
âWell obviously I have things for you, but I always wanna make sure Iâm getting you things that you want.â You sighed, gently throwing the roll of Scotch tape you had been using over the pile of gifts between you and Javi you were working on wrapping while your daughters were asleep.Â
After six Christmases under your belts, you and Javi had learned from the one grave mistake of waiting until Christmas Eve to wrap all your daughterâs presents, now taking a few nights before the big day to wrap and assemble any gifts being left under the tree for your own sanity.Â
Now that your girls, Lucy, Elliot and Harper, were six, four and two, it made Christmas even more magical, knowing that they were beginning to understand the concept of what the holiday meant, and all the joyous anticipation that led up to the 25th of December.Â
It also meant that there were a lot more presents to wrap- 1, because Lucy and Elliot knew that they could ask for gifts they wanted, and 2, because Javi would say heâd be done buying presents and then show up the next day after work with another toy for his girls.Â
âHoney, you get great gifts, for me, but especially for the girls, too. Fuck, I forgot this needs batteriesâŠâ Javi mumbled to himself, carefully undoing the wrapping paper he had started working on, âYou make a very good Santa.âÂ
âI think the girls like your version of Santa better, since thatâs how they end up with double the gifts under the tree.â You giggled, playfully rolling your eyes at Javi before reaching for the next toy in the pile, âIâm being serious, Javi. I love spoiling those girls just as much as you, but you also deserve to be spoiled too, ya know.âÂ
âYouâre my wife, gave me three beautiful daughters, and tolerate me on a daily basis. Baby, thatâs plenty fucking spoiled, if you ask me.â Javi grinned, giving you a reassuring nod and little shrug of his shoulders.Â
âYouâre much more than tolerable, you goof.â You laughed, cheeks pink at the warmth of your husbandâs words, never failing to make you melt a little more each day. âWill you please just tell me one thing you want? Then Iâll let it go, I promise.âÂ
Javi sat quietly for a moment, fiddling with the edges of the wrapping paper he was working on before a boyish smile began to creep into the corners of his cheeks.Â
âUh oh.â You laughed to yourself, immediately recognizing the goofy grin Javi was trying to contain, âWhat is it, Peña?âÂ
âYouâre not gonna like it.â Javi snickered to himself, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
âJav, if itâs another dog, I told you, when the girls are older and-âÂ
âNo, itâs not another dog.â He smirked, still softly laughing to himself as you tilted your head at him in confusion, trying to piece together what kind of gift Javi would want that would take any convincing from you, crossing your arms over your chest as you attempted to decipher the devious splayed across his face.Â
It only took about two seconds and that look to figure out what Javi was in the market for. Â
âJaviâŠâ You sighed, your tone jokingly stern.Â
âOsita?â He responded back, trying to downplay his giddiness now that you had figured out his gift suggestion.Â
âJavi, four kids is a lot of kids. One more, and theyâre doubling us in ranks.âÂ
You had always been on the fence about having a fourth baby. Not because you didnât love having kids, or that you didnât think you couldnât handle it, mentally or financially, but because your brain worked in logistics- adding one more member to your family was getting you to the point where youâd have so many kids, you wouldnât even all fit in Javiâs truck anymore, unless someone got demoted to the trunk, which, in all honesty, you were sure Elliot wouldnât mind.Â
For Javi, on the other hand, there was no need to worry about logistics- the two of you would figure it out sooner or later. The only logistics he was worried about was instigating the baby making process. Â
âYou asked what I wanted!â Javi replied, chuckling as he held his hands up in defense, âI think Iâve been a very good boy all year, if you ask me.âÂ
âWhat youâre asking for is definitely putting you on the naughty list.â You huffed, trying to distract yourself with finishing wrapping the present you were working on to hide the fact you were genuinely considering Javiâs present suggestion. âYou really think we can handle four kids, Jav?âÂ
It took everything in you not to laugh at the way Javi instantly perked up when your first response to his gift idea wasnât rejection, eyeing you up and down and gently biting down on his lower lip.Â
âMhmmm.â He nodded, slowly making his way around the pile of presents to scooch closer to you, âIâll take care of everything, mi amor. You, the girls, the baby, I can ask for less hours at work so I can help around here, whatever you want, you know Iâll give it to you.âÂ
âYou really want this baby, huh?â You giggled, smirking at Javi as he crawled next to you, hungry look in his eyes while he began to cage his body over yours, carefully laying you down on the floor beneath him.Â
âFuck, I wanna knock you up again so bad. Youâre so fucking sexy when youâre pregnant.â Javi groaned, planking overtop you, his hot breath dancing across your skin in between his soft nips at your pulse point. âLet me fuck another baby into you, Osita. Please.âÂ
Any inhibitions you would have had in protest had completely flown out the window, arousal soaking the fabric of your underwear as Javi kissed up your neck and across your collarbone, softly palming at your breasts under one of his old sweatshirts you had thrown on.Â
Truth be told, you and Javi had talked about baby number four enough that you were already leaning towards saying 'yes' anyways, but that wouldnât stop you from having a little fun in seeing how badly Javi really wanted the Christmas gift he was asking you for.Â
âTell me how badly you want it, Javi. Tell me how much you wanna fuck another baby into me.â You devilishly whispered into his ear, smiling to yourself at the pathetic groan that rumbled from his chest in response.Â
âFuck me-â Javi moaned, hands feverishly groping your body, âFuck, I want it so bad, quierda. Wanna fill you up âtill it has no choice but to fucking take, fuck this pussy so full of me, let everyone know who it belongs to, watching you carry our baby. Please, Osita.âÂ
It was a good thing you were already prepared to be easily swayed, because even if you werenât, listening to the way Javi was begging to put another baby in you would have easily been enough.Â
âOkay. Merry Christmas, PapĂ.âÂ
Your green light was all Javi needed to spark something completely feral in him, practically ripping your clothes off you in the middle of the living room, sprawled out on the carpet.Â
âJavi, we can go upstairs and-âÂ
âNo. Fuck, I need to fuck you right now, just like this.â He grunted, shedding his clothes before his hand was cupping over your underwear, jaw going slack at how absolutely soaked the fabric was under the pads of his fingers. âApparently you do too, huh, Momma? Sheâs so wet for me, isnât she? Pretty pussy wants me to fill her up so bad.âÂ
Your stomach churned in arousal as Javi ripped your panties down your legs, revealing the puffy, glistening mess beneath. Javi had barely touched you, and you could already feel the way youâre dripping, admittedly just as turned on as him at the idea of letting him add another addition to your family.Â
âChrist, baby.â Javi muttered, settling between your legs. Letting his hands run up the insides of your thighs, he took his thumbs and slid them between your folds, spreading you open to get a full view of the way your slick was coating your cunt. âMaking a fucking mess for me already.âÂ
âI think Iâm ovulating soon.â You sigh, doing some quick math in your head, trying to account for just how worked up you were, Javiâs eyes so going wide at the realization, you were worried they may just pop out of his skull.Â
âOh, fuck me.â Javi groaned, shaking his head in disbelief at his luck, âYouâre right, Merry fuckinâ Christmas to me then.âÂ
Swirling the pads of his fingers against your clit, your back arched against the floor at the shockwaves the pleasure sent through your body, making you gasp so loud, you were worried you risked a real possibility of waking up your daughters.Â
âF-Fuck, Javi-â You whimpered, already bucking your bottom half towards him as he sunk his two fingers into your cunt while the heel of his palm rubbed deliciously against your clit. Reaching up, your grasp wrapped around Javiâs bicep, muscles flexing with each pulse of his fingers as you left half-crescent moons in his skin.Â
It took everything in you not to scream as a third finger joined the first two, stretching you out as he bumped against your g-spot, tension already beginning to build in your core. A sudden gasp escaped your chest, surprised by the newfound emptiness that had you clenching around nothing, looking up to see Javi reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.Â
âFuck, Iâm sorry, I need to fucking feel you, baby. Swear youâve got me feeling like Iâm about to bust like a fucking teenager.â Javi grunted, running his tip against your clit and down your cunt, collecting your arousal before thrusting himself inside you, filling you to the brim with every inch of him.Â
Unless you were desperately pressed for time, Javi normally had a bare bones minimum of pulling at least one orgasm out of you before he fucked you, but seeing how worked up and needy he was to feel you wrapped around him, it was about as close to an orgasm you could get withtout actually having one.Â
âOh fuck, Javi!â you whined, feeling the tip of his head kiss your cervix as he began to thrust in and out of you, feeling dizzy from his fullness. You could tell he was trying to hold himself together, his hips slamming into you in deep, slow thrusts, breath hitching in the back of your throat every time he buries himself deeper inside you.Â
âFuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. Fuck, I canât wait to fill her up, give you every last fucking drop. Taking me so fucking well.â Javi moaned through gritted teeth, already scrunching his face in concentration through his pussy drunk babbling. Â
Running his hands up the back of your thighs, Javi pushed your knees to your chest, pinning your legs in place against your stomach to stretch you out even further, letting him sink himself even deeper to hit the spot he knew drove you just as crazy as it drove him.Â
Despite how lost in pleasure the two of you were, Javi was at least conscious enough to realize how loud you had gotten, quickly reaching up cup your mouth, catching your muffled moans in the palm of his hand.Â
âI know, hermosa. Fuck, I love hearing you, but we gotta keep quiet enough, baby.â Javi huffed, snaking the hand covering your mouth between your bodies, circling at your clit, almost as if he was putting you through some sort of cruel test to see how far he could push you before he had you screaming at the top of your lungs.Â
âFuck- fuck, I know. You feel so good, Javi.â You whined, hand pressed against his bare chest, his warmth and weight pinning your body below him.Â
You feel the way Javiâs thrusts become quicker and harsher, filling himself as deep as he could as your cunt began to clench around his length, sucking him in with your warmth and wetness. Your eyes had been scrunched, so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât even noticed the nearly pained look on Javiâs face, furrowing his brow in deep concentration with each slap of his hips against yours.Â
âYou okay, Javi?â You asked, panting out each word as he pounded into you, circling your clit faster and faster as his grip tightened around your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded.Â
âYeah, I- Fuck- fuck me, Iâm trying so hard not to finish before you do. Pussy feels so fucking good. Wanna cum so fucking deep inside you.â Javi moaned, the rhythm of his hips already starting to falter thinking about his endgame.Â
If you werenât so lost in your own ecstasy, you probably would have giggled at Javiâs admission, giving him shit about how he couldnât hold it together for even just a few minutes, knowing he could finally try to get you pregnant again. But right now, youâre just shocked you can even get any words to form coherent thoughts to string together, let alone tease him.Â
âPut a baby in me, Javi. Fuck, want you to cum so deep inside me, please, baby.âÂ
You could barely finish the whimpers of your sentence before Javiâs pace became sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before his jaw went slack, letting a low, long groan escape from his chest.Â
âOh, f-fuck-â Javi stammered, flushing his hips against yours as you felt his warm spend coat your walls, pressed so deep inside you, you were convinced itâd have no choice but to stick, in a few weeks finding out baby number four would be on the way.Â
Javiâs chest rose and fell, looking down at the way your bodies melted together beneath him, igniting something primal in him to see the mix of your arousal seeping around where the two of you met. His eyes darkened, looking down at you with a feral sort of smirk, not even giving you the chance to speak before his lips were crashing into yours again, hips slowly thrusting while his fingers rubbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
âJ-Javi, what are you-â You muttered, cut off by the messy dancing of tongues and teeth in your mouths.Â
âIâm not done yet, Momma. Not until I fuck myself so deep in there we know it fucking takes. Wanna keep you stuffed so fucking full of me.â Javi grunted, rubbing your clit faster at the way he could feel the walls of your pussy starting to flutter around him, determined to make sure he wasnât the only one who finished. âCum for me, baby. I know youâre close. Can feel how tight sheâs getting for me.âÂ
You knew just as well as he did that the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine had slowly begun to flow to every inch of your body, building up through your legs and into your core, clenching down harder and harder around Javiâs cock, knowing there was no doubt the mess between your legs was surley just as wet as it sounded as he slid in and out of you.Â
âOh fuck, Javi, oh fuck- fuck, fuckfuckfuck- ah!âÂ
It didn't take long before your orgasm crashed through you, lighting up every inch of you in radiating pleasure, your cunt clamping down so hard around Javiâs cock, it made him let out a strangled gasp as he choked out curses under his breath.Â
âJesus, fuck. Gonna squeeze every last fucking drop outta me, huh? My greedy fuckinâ girl.â Javi smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before he slumped on top of you, your chests rising and falling as one as you finished coming down from your high.Â
The two of you laid there for a moment, catching your breaths and basking in bliss before Javi was pulling out of you with a hiss, one hand wrapped around his softening cock, the other scooping up the mix of your spend pooling between your legs before it dripped to the floor, carefully pushing it back inside you.Â
âFuck,â Javi laughed to himself quietly, sitting back on his haunches, admiring the slick, shiny mess your pussy had become, âJesus, I canât remember the last time I came that hard.âÂ
âLooks like Christmas came early this year⊠and so did you.â You giggled, making Javi roll his eyes, playfully shaking one of the legs still pressed to your chest.Â
âShut up.â He sighed, shaking his head at you before laying back down beside you, shifting so that his chest was pressed to your back, spooning you in his grasp. âGotta make sure Santaâs not the only thing coming down the chimney this year.âÂ
âJesus Christ, Javi.â You canât help but snort, ashamed of how easily amused you are by his stupid puns.Â
âWhat? You let me get my gift early, least I can do is stuff your stocking for you.âÂ
âOh my god, you are the worst.âÂ
The two of you giggled, basking in your laughter as you laid together on the floor, only spurred on by the fact you realized how ridiculous it was that the two of you were completely naked in the middle of your living room, surrounded by a sea of wrapping paper and presents.Â
âSpeaking of stocking stuffers, we should finish wrapping the rest of these gifts we have out before we go to bed. At least some of these presents should be wrapped, because the one you just gave me was most definitely not.â You teased, craning your neck to pepper ticklish kisses across Javiâs jaw.Â
âItâs the gift that keeps on giving. Iâll give it to you tomorrow too, if you let me.â Javi grinned, giving you a playful wink before pressing a kiss into your messy hair and patting your hip, reaching over you to grab the pile of clothes the two of you had left next to you. âSeriously though, thank you. You and our girls are the best gift I could ever have, but adding one more would make me so fucking happy. I love you, Osita.âÂ
âI love you too, Javi. You guys are the best gift I could ask for, too. Although, I will say, your gift also selfishly works in my favor, too. Some presents are just better unwrapped.â
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I Smell Snow | Joe Burrow x Reader
Pairing: joe burrow x f!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: the first cincinnati snowfall of the season leads to a night full of magic and love
Warnings: literally a single swear word if you can even call it that
Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request
A/N: my first ever published joe fic! this is literally such a self indulgent fic, I wonât lie. it spawned after I was standing outside and it started snowing and then the next day I watched âlove actuallyâ. plus couple that with my love for âgilmore girlsâ quotes and needless to say, this is a big ball of fluff. even if itâs not the best fic, I love it, and I hope you all do as well :) <3
When you step outside into the crisp air, a smile breaks out across your face. The sky is a soft grey, a color you'd otherwise dread if not for the time of year, and the sight alone causes excitement to stir within you.
You've been waiting for this since the moment the temperatures started dropping. The weather is of course unpredictable and you can never truly trust what the weatherman says on the news, but you're sure of it this time. You'd swear up and down you could feel it coming.
It's going to snow.
The click of the handle turning on the patio door tears your eyes away from the sky, and instead of soft grey, your eyes are now met with a soft blue color. The color of your boyfriend's eyes. A color you could get lost in if given the opportunity.
"Hey," you say softly as Joe steps outside and tries to piece together in his head what it is that has your undivided attention out here. He got the pool covered months ago and all the furniture is tucked away into different corners of the patio. He doesn't see any deer or other animals out in the yard either. There's nothing of interest and yet Joe understands that knowing you, it's gotta be something, and the thought alone has him amused.
"Hey, baby. Whatcha doin' out here?" You shrug your shoulders a bit, a tinge of pink coating your cheeks due to something else entirely than the cold.
"I smell snow," you whisper. A phrase you've come to love and use religiously when it is that time of year. You know it might seem stupid to some people, but you genuinely feel like you can always tell when it's going to snow. Weather reporting it or not. It's s silly thing between you and your friends, but somehow you're never wrong.
When you first started dating Joe it was during the spring. The snow had long since melted and the chill in the air was long gone. You've mentioned in passing before your little inside joke, but never once have you said it to him before. Saying it out loud to him has you feeling a little silly, but the look on his face quickly extinguishes it.
Joe's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smile taking up half his face, and his perfect white teeth are on full display as a deep chuckle escapes him.
"Do you now?" The Bengals quarterback teases as he takes a few more steps towards you. As he does so, you bask in the sight of him. Your boyfriend looks so cute and cosy in his hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie. All Bengals branded, of course. Joe Burrow is nothing if not proud of his city and his team. You feel the same about him and all he's accomplished.
"I do, Burrow. And the minute that first snowflake hits the ground, I'll be telling you I told you so." You nod your head in finality before lightly giggling and turning your head back up to the sky.
Joe gazes fondly at you as he takes in every inch of your body. There you are, this beautiful girl standing before him, not having a care in the world besides knowing whether or not it's going to snow. He thinks you're ridiculous in the most loving way possible, and that's when it hits him. That's what this is; love.
The two of you have only been dating for just under a year, but the Cincinnati resident has never been more sure about anything else in his life (besides maybe football) than he is about how he feels for you. About how seriously he cares for you and wants you in his life for years to come.
Joe Burrow is completely and utterly in love with you.
A sharp intake of breath leaves the man's lips, but it's mixed in with yours as you gasp up at the sky and watch as a single snowflake drifts slowly towards your face. At first it's just one and then suddenly it's dozens of little flakes flurrying around you.
A bemused laugh shakes your body and you nearly squeal at the sight. There's always been something so magical about snow to you. You don't know whether it's the nostalgic child-like wonder and excitement of it all or if it's something else entirely, but you've never quite been able to shake it. You're not sure you'd ever want to, really.
"Joe," you start, awe completely evident in your tone as you lightly flit your eyes to your boyfriend and then back to the sky. "Look at this! It's so pretty, I can't believe I wasâ"
"I love you." The blonde's confession slices through the air and suddenly it feels like nothing else matters in this moment, not even the snow you were so desperate to see becauseâ
"What?" You question, wondering if you just imagined what Joe had said. Surely you misheard him, but part of you hopes to God you didn't.
"I love the way you care so deeply for everyone. I love the way you support me and my career completely and yet still keep that fierce independence and confidence in yourself and your own career. I love that you don't let anyone or anything get in the way of your dreams, but yet you still stay kind through it all. I love the way you've accepted me and all my stubbornness no matter how irritating it may be at times. I love how smart, funny, beautiful, and a million other adjectives I could continue to list, you are." A laugh slips past your lips and it's in this moment you realize tears have begun to trickle down your cheeks, mingling with the soft snowflakes that have landed there. "But most importantly, I love you, Y/N. Completely and unconditionally, I am in love with you. And I know we haven't been together for that long, but I'm hoping that just maybe you feel the same."
Wasting no time, you practically jump the few feet it takes you to reach your boyfriend and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his warmth engulfing you instantly as he holds onto you.
"I love you too, Joey," you smile as you pull back and lock eyes with those pale blues from earlier. As the sky begins to darken, you revel in the way his eyes shine as they reflect the patio lights. You'd debate with anyone that Joe's eyes rival the stars themselves. He'd definitely say the same about yours.
A beat passes, the two of you so wrapped in each other's presence and revelations that most definitely have now altered the courses of your lives. The thought of falling so deeply in love with someone the way you have with Joe both terrifies and excites you, and all you know for sure is that you're in this for as long as he'll have you. Something tells you though that that's going to be a very long time, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
Joe reaches up and cups your cheek in his palm, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone and brushing away a few snowflakes that have settled there. It doesn't take long for him to lean in. Dying to connect his lips with yours and craving the way you taste.
His lips mold perfectly with yours, the way they have for all these months and the way you're sure they will for months to come. As the first Cincinnati snow of the season continues to fall, you smile into Joe's mouth as you feel the flakes begin to melt between you. The warmth of your lips fighting off any of the cold trying to reach you.
You're sure you'll feel the effects of ice cold water seeping into your skin later, but right now all you can focus on is the man before you and how happy you are to have found him.
Joe pulls back and you nearly giggle at the sight of him. The tip of his nose and his cheeks are a bright pink, and you're sure if he wasn't wearing his hat that his ears would appear the same. Even though he looks like the happiest man alive right now, you can tell he's cold. Although you can admire the snow for how it looks and how it makes you feel inside, it doesn't always make you feel the greatest on the outside, especially after a long period of time.
You decide now is a good a time as any to head back inside. You're confident the first fall of snow lived up to all the hype and then some.
"C'mon, let's go inside and warm up. I think I've had enough of the snow...for now," you chuckle.
"Thank God," Joe breathes out before bringing his hands up and rubbing them together, trying to create some warmth between them. "I know you love this stuff, but I won't lie, I'm freezing my ass off."
The two of you laugh as Joe leads you back inside through the patio door. The familiar click of the door handle echoes behind you and you hum in satisfaction as the cold gets shut out and the warmth of Joe's house welcomes you with open arms.
"Hey, freezing or not, you have to admit the snow is pretty magical." Joe watches as you begin to take off your jacket, a bit of snow that clung to you falling to the ground. Some of it is still in your hair, slowly melting away, but the sight of it makes his heart swell. The snow glistens, almost sparkles, and all it does is add to your beauty in his eyes. You're so blissfully unaware of it all too, and it only makes Joe fall for you that much more.
"I think I'm gonna have to agree with you on that one, sweetheart," he replies, genuinely believing it.
Magic snow powers or not, Joe adored seeing you in awe like that tonight. He can't wait for many more instances like it, and who knows? Maybe during next year's first snowfall, he might be on one knee, confessing his love for you in a different way.
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husband! Zayne:
Content: SFW + NSFW hc, non proof-reading; established relationship + husband! zayne + consensual + praise kink; soft! dom into mean! dom Zayne (then back to soft! dom) : brat taming + degradation kink + praise kink + overstimulation + aftercare.
Note: So, I entered the game today and Zayne blew up my phone, one of the texts was about kaomojis and he said something about it being childish, even if he did it afterwards... I NEED TO MAKE HIM A DADDDD so freaking bad!! I'm pretty sure I already did something like this, but I just can't help it when I see such husband material... BTW Tomorrow is my birthday!! Time goes so fast :00 I hope everyone is able to rest during the holidays!!
⥠thinking about husband! zayne...
Hubby! Zayne. who proposed during one of your many outings, the sun was setting and you were sharing those old fashion snacks, laughing about how he had gotten the smaller side of the ice cream. You were still making fun of him when he suddenly got on one knee, his face completely red as he tried his best to get his severely prepared and rehearsed speech ready.
Hubby! Zayne, who makes sure to celebrate each single month , all the people in the hospital are completely aware of when that time comes, as they are able to see Zayne's uncontrolable smile during the whole week before the date. He makes sure to buy a beautiful bouquet for you, only using your favourite flowers and colours, that's the least he would do for you though. When your aniversary comes, better get ready for Zayne's constant pampering, always reserving some special place where the two of you can go together and spend some time alone, just him and you.
Hubby! Zayne, who makes sure to pay close attention to every single word you say, always answering to your rantings: "Oh, really? How could she do that to his long time fwb? Keep telling me, love."
Hubby! Zayne who prepares dinner the days that he gets home sooner than you, the table set and ready by the time you arrive home, sometimes even lighting up a few candles to give it a more romantic ambience.
Hubby! Zayne who sometimes appear without warning, he is resting his back against his car. As soon as he sees you getting out of your work, he quickly gets up, his right hand holding a plasting bag. "Just remembered you wante to go to that new restaurant, since I had time, I went and bought some take-out, do you want to go home and eat it?"
Hubby! Zayne who gets flusthered as soon as you start to think about having kids with him. He had been thinking about it for a long time, trying his best not to say it in case you felt unsure about it.
Hubby! Zayne who goes crazy just from the thought of filling your precious cunt with his essence, forcing himself not to get carried away as he keeps hitting the tip of his cock against your cervix, your insides clamping against his length making his mind foggy. What if he simply shoved you into the bed as he took away that damn condom, filling you to the brim as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
Hubby! Zayne who loves cuddling with you every single night, his sligthly cooler body quickly warming him up, maybe a bit too much, as you suddenly start to feel something poking you from behind.
Hubby! Zayne, who tries to act as if nothing is happening, slowly moving away as soon as he believes you are asleep, his hand tracing down his own body as he tries to reduce his erection as fast as possible just so he can keep embracing your body... Or so he thought.
"Zayne?" Zayne stops himself, quickly hiding it under his pants.
"...Yes, love?" You turn around, soon noticing how he had gotten away from you.
"Sure you don't need some help down there?" Zayne's face flushes, his eyes widening as he looked at you.
"...You noticed?"
"I mean, it's not exactly easy to ignore something stiff poking against my ass while trying to fall asleep, you know?" Zayne stopped your words, his hand covering your mouth as he tried to stop you from saying more embarrasing things.
"I, I just didn't want to bother you, I know you work so hard everyday so you must rest, this can wait until we have more time, there's no need to--" Zayne's words were stopped as you got on top of him with your hands massaging his chest while you started a deep kiss. "Love... we shouldn't, we have to wake up early tomorrow." Once again, you ignored poor Zayne's words, your hands quickly getting rid of his shirt, throwing it to the ground, your lips starting to make a small trail of kisses all over his neck to his chest. "You're always so..." Zayne's words were cut off, a deep breath leaving his lips before he was able to end his sentence. "...naughty." You smiled, almost a bit too happy to see him struggling under you, sadly, this soon reached its end, with Zayne swiftly changing positions, having you under his bigger frame. "Not so fun now, am I right, love? It seems I have been pampering a bit too much, now you even think that you can do whatever you want and have no consequences since I love you so much... But even brats like you should know when to behave." Zayne started to kiss you, his soft lips leaving small kisses all over you as his hands started to run under your clothes, his cold touch making your whole body shiver. "Not so funny now, uh?" With your whole body now completely exposed to Zayne it was almost impossible to stop him from finding your sweet spots. Zayne started to massage your breasts, his fingertips playing with your nipples while he sometimes gave them small licks. "Oh, they are perking up, seems I am not the only one who is weak to... someone's touch."
"You're talking too much, just-- Fuck..." Once again, Zayne's touch stopped you mid-sentence, his hands suddenly lifting your lower half and putting your legs over his shoulders, Zayne now kissing and leaving small licks all over that place, still not going for it, just teasing it. "Zayne, just, uh... please."
"Please what, love? I can't read your mind, I need you to say it to me." You clenched your fists as Zayne kept teasing you by kissing your inner thighs.
"...Please. Just... just make me feel good, I need you." That was everything Zayne needed, his mouth already moving towards your cunt, his lips kissing it and giving it a few licks before he actually started to play with your poor clit, his tongue making your whole body quiver as he started to use one of his fingers to play with your clit as he used his tongue to slowly enter you. After a few minutes, he finally introduced one of his digits, entering another as he considered you were finally ready for it. "Zayne... I need you now-- Give it to me."
"Don't rush, my love. We have all the night left." With that set in mind, Zayne ignored your pleas, having you lay with your legs wide open as he kept teasing you, stopping just before you were finally able to cum, making your mind start to feel fuzzy as he kept playing with your clit, his fingers still prepping your poor cunt.
By the time Zayne finally let your legs go, your whole body was trembling, your eyes tearing up as the overstimulation had gotten far too much, your hands fisting the sheets as you tried to avoid being heard by your neighbours. "Zayne, Zayne, please!... Just, can't think, I need you." Zayne chuckled at your pouty face, kissing your lips before he lifted you from the bed, sitting on the bed and finally letting his cock make his way inside your overwhelmed cunt, bottoming out with a deep groan.
"...You feel so nice, love." You rested your hands on his chest, trying your best to use your legs to try and lift your lower half, barely being able to take out a bit of his lenght. "Wait dear, let me help my sweet girl." As soon as he said that, Zayne's hands were already on your hips, carefully lifting you up before entering your cunt once more, kissing you as he tried to avoid your slutty moans to be heard by someone that wasn't him. Annoyed by his teasing, you tried to get Zayne to move faster, trying your best to release his grip on you, suddenly forcing you to slam yourself against him, a high-pitched whimper resonating in the bedroom you both shared. " It seems I haven't been able to put you in your place still, I suppose you really want to be treated like a brat, get fucked against the mattress while you cream all over my dick, so be it. It was foolish of me to think you would want to get pregnant while making love, you just love getting your brains fucked out by me, right?" Zayne quickly pushed you again, forcing you to face the bed as he started to slam his hips against your ass, the lewd sound reverberating in the room while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Speak, you always love running your mouth, why not answer me now?" Your nails digged on the sheets, Zayne pulling you by your hair without much force, just letting you breath so you could answer him.
" Sowwy--- I'm sorry! Sorry for being a brat, I love you, I love you Zayne... I love getting my brain scattered by your cock! Pleasee~... Just cum inside, don't pull out, please please Zayne!" Zayne once again teased you, turning you around just to see the face he loved so much, ashamed, you hid your face with your hands, trying your best to keep quiet as Zayne kept punishing you with his thrusts, your cunt gushing out each time he hit that special spot inside of you.
"That's my good girl, keep taking me so good, dear. You're doing such a good job, let me get you all nice and round, you will make such a good mommy... Keep cumming for me love, no need to think about anything else." So you did, your cunt pulsating as your mind was finally able to begin to clear up, Zayne's hands caressing your soft face while he kissed your wet cheeks. "You did so well, love. Promise I will pamper you the whole week, how about having breakfast in bed? We can then have dinner together in that new restaurant you keep seeing, yeah? Let me take care of everything." Nodding, you dooze off, Zayne's words resonating in your ears while he kept kissing your face.
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Sweet Escape, Part 3
Pairing: Bodyguard!Terry Richmond x Singer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, trying out some angst, teasing, mentions of loneliness, mental health, power imbalance. Mentions of violence, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.
Summary: You are on top of the world as one of the worldâs most popular R&B singers. But behind the glitz and glam, you were unmoored, lonely, and aching for something you couldnât put a name to. Finally landing in LA, your boots hit the ground and youâre off in a whirlwind of getting prepared. During rehearsal, your agent shows up causing a ruckus. After you take a break, you wake up to the sound of desperate pounding on your door.
Word Count: 6,676k
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2
A/N: WHEW. Sorry for my absence yall. My brain got hands. And I didn't mean to scare folks away! You can absolutely ask about my fics! Asking for an update just doesn't help. But sharing your love for it motivates me a lot faster! And you can thank @onherereading for gently bullying me to post sumn! LOL, love you. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
Male dancers lifted you into the air and you continued singing the hook to your most popular song, âEat Itâ. It stayed on the charts, week after week, remaining strong and steady. And it was the song that most got you in trouble for the explicit lyrics.Â
You sang, testing the sound as well as the choreography on stage. Coming to LA had been a non-stop shit show of rehearsals and talk shows and radio interviews. God, you were tired. And you wanted to lay down and pig out in front of the TV. But nooooo.
PlusâŠwellâŠ.you werenât feeling particularly sexy at the moment. Terry rejecting you the other night shook you up more than you cared to admit. Why would he reject you? You were beautiful, smart, and funny on a great day. And yet, nothing.
There were just lingering glances and moments where it looked like he wanted to say something but never did. You didnât like the cold front you suddenly found yourself in so you kept yourself busy, distracted, and left no room for you to be left alone with him for longer than a minute or two.Â
But the hit to your confidence bruised. You didnât feel normal. Like none of this was real. It was a cruel illusion that could be snatched away from one viral tweet, one public meltdown, or one scandal to torpedo your career. The stalker ate away at your life until you couldnât even get a guy to fuck you stupid.Â
It was embarrassing. It was stupid. He was stupid.Â
âStop! Stop! What the fuck is that?â A booming, obnoxious voice echoed in the empty stadium.Â
âDown boys,â you said. The male dancers moved safely, bringing you back down to stand on your own two feet. One of their hands lingered a fraction too long, but you didnât know if you were being paranoid or not.Â
Jake, your stupid agent, came huffing down the front area aisle, a skinny tie swinging behind him. âWhat the fuck is that? What are you doing?â Jake demanded. He stomped onto the stage and approached you.
âLower your fucking tone, Iâm not a child,â you said. You sneered at him and then crossed the stage, taking the three steps down to the backstage area. You refused to be chewed out in front of your team.
Jake stomped angrily behind you. Terry leaned against the wall near the exit but when he saw you approach, he straightened up. You looked away from him quickly, not wanting him to see what must be written all over your face whenever you looked at him.Â
âWho do you think you are?â You asked, pulling on that bitchy persona.Â
âThe man making sure that fat ass stays rolling in money. You are selling a fantasy up there. Every guy needs to feel like heâs fucking you and every woman needs to feel like they want to be you,â he said.
âReally, tell me more about the job Iâve been doing for years,â you said.
âThanks to me, sweetheart. Donât you fucking forget that,â Jake spat, pointing his finger in your face. Ugh. You smacked his finger away and crossed your arms. Jake was back on that shit. His neck and face was flushed cherry red, his eyes were glossy, and he sniffed every two seconds like he smelled something bad.Â
âYou canât stay sober for two fucking seconds, Jake. Is that what happened at the club?â That would explain the bullshit he pulled.
âHey. Youâre fucking welcome. That free publicity gained you a million more followers and featured on Spotify. Who takes care of you?â Jake asked, spreading his arms wide.Â
You were so disgusted, you didnât know what to do with him. Ugh. You breathed through your nostrils, centering yourself on the feeling of it rather than wanting to wring Jakeâs neck.Â
You leveled him with a glare and leaned in. âI take care of you, you piece of shit. And if you pull something like that again, Iâll fire you. Stay off the drugs, Jake,â you said. The last thing you needed was to end up on TMZ, because your agent was out on another embarrassing bender.Â
Jake pressed his lips together and threw up his hands. âAlright, alright. Look at me. I ainât on no shit, okay. I heard you the last time. Clean my act up and I can stay, right? I got a suit on and everything,â he said. He spread his arms out and smiled but you werenât in a smiling mood.
Jake pouted and wrapped his hands around your waist. A waft of cigarette smoke burned your nose and made your eyes tear up. Terry pushed away from the wall but you held up a hand to him. âRemove your hands before I break your fingers,â you said, as calmly as you could muster.Â
You didnât have time for this fucking clown. And where the fuck was Joya or Mirage? They knew better than to let Jake near you while you were in work mode.Â
Jake squeezed your hips once before he removed his hands and held them up like he was so innocent. He grinned and looked down his hooked nose at you. âJust remember whatâs standing between you and popping your pussy for any producer that wants to sniff after you. Clean this shit up, we have money to make,â he said lowly for your benefit.Â
You didnât know how much Terry could hear but it stung either way. Jake loved throwing that shit in your face. Loved making you think that you were some gutter rat that no one wanted. Grammy Bean wanted you. You were somebody. And no agent was going to make you feel less than.Â
âMake them think theyâre fucking you while youâre up there. Jesus Christ,â Jake said, needing to have the final word. He took off, disappeared to go yell at somebody about something.Â
You rubbed your head, fighting back tears. Got dammit. Once you let the dam fall, the whole thing came crashing down. You didnât have time to cry right now. Now when everyone was expecting you to lead them.Â
âYou okay?â Terry asked.Â
You tilted your head back and swiped at your eyelids, catching the tears before they had a chance to fall. The one blessing about rehearsals was that there was no make up or restrictive clothing. You sniffled once and then straightened your shoulders, rolling your neck to get the kinks out.Â
âIâm fine, Mr. Terry, thank you,â you said.
âSo weâre back to Mr. Terry?â He asked softly.Â
You risked a glance at him. He squinted at you, his face tilted down. You held each otherâs gazes for a second longer than what was polite. You went to open your mouth when Mirage tumbled down the stairs and stopped short of where you were standing.
âJakeâs ready to see it again,â she said quietly.Â
You turned away from Terryâs intense eyes, and nodded. âLetâs give him a show then,â you said.
You went back on stage and talked to your dancers, letting them know that you were going full out. You signed to the sound engineer to start from the top.Â
The choreography began with the dancers standing in front of you. Once the opening lyrics started, you moved around the stage singing and rapping about men catering to womenâs needs for once. That if they canât eat it right then there was no reason to let them hit.Â
The male dancers lifted you during the hook, supporting your weight while you sang and rubbed your hand along your body. You were a master at pretending. At working off the energy in the room.Â
You fed off of the song and the lyrics. Embodied what you were saying. Pulled on your inner sex goddess to coo to the invisible audience. Even though you wore your favorite blue joggers and a tank top, you felt like you were scantily clad in your performance outfit. You were selling a fantasy. A fantasy that everyone wanted a ride but no one met the height requirements.
The dancers put you down and then held your hand up while you dropped it low on one of them. From this angle, you faced the side of the stage where Terry stared at you. Stared as you rapped and sang about getting ate out and having a super soaker to make him drown.
He may have turned you down the other night, but the heat of his gaze made your belly flip. Made you move harder, rap faster, and sing better like you were a siren luring men to do your bidding.Â
Your eyes almost never left his as you pretended to sing to him and make him think about what he turned down. Let him think on it. Because he couldnât have you now. You were off the menu.Â
He was too far away and you were moving too fast to get a good read on his expression. He stood stiffly, feet shoulder width apart, and his hands clasped in front of him. As the song drew to a close, you winked at him before tilting your head back and belting out the final notes.
When the song ended, you tore your eyes away from the intense static of his stormy eyes to the sound of clapping from somewhere.
âYes! Yes! Thatâs what theyâre coming to see. Do that! Exactly that!â Jake yelled out to you.Â
âTake a thirty everyone,â you said, panting from going full out for rehearsal. You stood on stage with your hands behind your head, panting, trying to catch your breath and cool the desire low in your belly.
Fuck. Singing to Terry like that affected you way more than you realized. It maybe wasnât the smartest move in hindsight. You just needed a good twenty minutes to get yourself off.
Joya climbed onto the stage to hand you a bottle of water and some orange slices. âI put some more fruit in your dressing room in case you wanted it,â she said.Â
âI love you, seriously,â you told her with a smile.Â
She clutched her calendar to her chest and beamed at you. âI love you too, miss lady. Though youâre probably going to hate me now. They need you back for another fitting. Francois changed his mind,â Joya said.
You emptied the bottle of water she handed you in one fell swoop and wiped your mouth. âThis is bullshit. We made a whole schedule to make sure everyone, including me, was happy about this tour,â you said.
You hated to sound like a whiny brat but fuck. It seemed like more and more things were getting added onto your schedule, things you didnât approve of. You werenât a machine. Did they expect you to keep working until you collapsed on stage?Â
Joya smiled and rubbed your shoulder. âIâm gonna check with Mirage and see what we can do about sneaking you some off time. We have a week before the LA leg starts. Surely we can move something,â she promised.
You sighed. âI donât want you to do all that extra work. I need to yell at Jake some more. He canât keep adding in stuff last minute. Iâm so fucking tired, bro,â you told her.
âItâs our job to make sure youâre good. Let us,â she said. She took your empty water bottle and scurried off to tend to her duties.Â
The dancers were all standing around talking and laughing. Stage hands moved around the stage, talking into their microphones, and moved prop elements as they did so. As much as you wanted to join the dancers or speak to the choreographer, you also wanted two minutes of peace.Â
But that meantâŠstepping past Terry. You rolled your shoulders. You were a big girl. You could handle rejection. It wasnât the end of the world.Â
You turned and headed off stage, taking three steps down to the main floor. There were boxes and studio equipment spread out back here, each tagged with different colored tape. Terry eyed you as you approached.
âIâm just heading to the dressing room for a few,â you told him.Â
He nodded and fell in step behind you as you walked through a set of double doors, then into a plain hallway backstage. Stage hands moved around but they all moved with focus and purpose. Your sneakers squeaked on the shiny floor. Terry was so quiet behind you, you were tempted to look back to make sure he was still there. But you also got the funny sense that if you did, heâd disappear.
When you approached your dressing room, you hesitated one step from it. Logically, you knew that there was nothing in there. Terry had his team triple the security around you and you hadnât heard from your stalker since that incident.
Itâd be so much easier if you knew what they were after. Did they want to be with you? An obsessed fan you could deal with. You just ignored those wackadoodles until they made themselves known somehow.Â
Did they want to kill you? Clearly he had a way to get in and out unseen. Was he someone on your team? You didnât want to turn into a paranoid loon, looking at everyone with suspicion and further isolate yourself. But fuck.
âWould you like me to check?â Terry asked.
You stared at your navy blue door and bit your lip. YesâŠ.noâŠ.you wanted to be brave. Wanted to handle this yourself. But you didnât know if there would be some other disgusting rendition of your dead face staring right back at you.Â
You took a deep breath and prepared to tell him no. Terry stepped forward. âThereâs no reward for being a martyr,â he said.
You deflated with a sigh. âCan you check please?â You asked.
Terry moved around you and then unsheathed his weapon. He held it down and away from him and then opened your door. He went in first, moving around the space, holding the gun up. You stayed outside of the door, watching him flit through the crack of the door jam.Â
The air turned colder now that he wasnât beside you. The hallway seemed to close in on you, getting smaller and smaller. Your breathing turned choppy, looking down one way and then the other.Â
When you simply couldnât take another second, Terry emerged from your dressing room and holstered his gun. âAll clear,â he said.
You nodded and refused to look at him. âThank you. I just need some alone time,â you said.
You shuffled past him and he held onto your wrist to stop you. You didnât want to turn around. Didnât want to face him.Â
âYou donât have to be formal around me. If I crossed the line the other day, I can transferâŠâ
âNo!â You practically screeched and turned to him finally. You licked your lips and smiled. âI mean, no, no. If anything, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have made it uncomfortable ââ
âI wasnât uncomfortable.â
âIâm the boss, youâre in my employ. Please, donât think nothing else about it. Okay?â You asked.
Terryâs jaw flexed but he nodded. You snatched your wrist away and entered your dressing room, rubbing the spot where his fingers had been. It was as if he seared you with his light grip and the burn lingered.
You damn near slammed the door in his face, locking it behind you. You just needed a second. A moment to breathe and not have to be âonâ for people.Â
You crossed the small room to the black leather couch and sat down. The coolness of the leather did precious little to calm you down. You werenât in danger. You werenât immediately in danger.Â
Terry checked the room, he came highly recommended by the firm, and so far, he had been nothing but the consummate professional, taking your safety seriously.Â
As you sat there, however, it just drudged up all the horrible shit from your past. Breaking away from your user family. On your knees begging producers to give you a chance, only for them to use their position and power to solicit sex. One talk with Jake shook you up so bad that it reminded you that every day you breathed was a gift, thanks to what you had to do to survive.Â
But it had been a long, long time since you had to be this on edge. This hyper aware of your safety and mortality. Someone out there wanted to cause you harm. They wanted you mentally, emotionally, and physically cowering.
Even as you knew that, even as the logic of it settled in your bones, the only thing you could think was that someone wanted you dead. Someone deemed your life less than theirs. Someone felt angry enough about your existence to make your life a living hell and ultimately, remove you from this plane of existence.Â
It chilled you to the bone. To your absolute core. One wrong move and then this would have all been for nothing. All of the struggles, all of the navigating, all of the ways you had to scrimp and scrape to be somebody.Â
In the end, you were the same, lonely teenager who didnât want to be invisible anymore.Â
The sweet scent of fruit reminded you of Joyaâs thoughtfulness but you were too sick to eat anymore. Maybe you just needed to lay down. You scooted along the couch until you could recline.Â
You shoved a throw pillow behind your head and closed your eyes. You just needed to breathe. Just needed to focus on that and nothing else. Nothing else. Just that.
You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth. You felt your body sink further into the couch and before long, you were out like a light.
Loud banging disturbed you from your sleep. You woke up in a pool of cold sweat running down your neck and into your tank top. You groaned and blinked into the harsh overhead lighting.Â
Your eyes cracked open, heavy with sleep and eye crusties, as your eyes swept through the room. There was a directorâs chair in front of the vanity, lit up by giant light bulbs all around the mirror. The countertop was littered with makeup, tissues, and hair products.Â
Dressing room. âFuck,â you sighed, rubbing your eyes.Â
The banging continued, sounding louder than normal. âIâm up, Iâm up, Iâm sorry!â You groaned. Fuck, you felt like you had been drugged.
Your rapid heart beats only sped up as you thought about what you had earlier in the day. Had you been drugged? Was it Joya?
The banging increased and the door shook with the force. It disrupted your thoughts enough to know that Joya would never, ever do something like that to you. Besides, sheâs had years to take you out.Â
You still made a mental note to give her a pay bump. Mirage too. You keep them happy and theyâd keep you happy.Â
Three succinct booms hit the door and you jumped up. âOkay, I said I was sorry! Damn! It couldn't have been more thanâŠâ You stood up and crossed the room, unlocking the door to discover no one on the other side. âTen minutes.âÂ
You stepped out of the room and looked both ways down the empty hallway. Terry was nowhere to be found.Â
âTerry?â You stepped further into the hallway but it was as quiet as a tomb. The space felt empty and that freaked you out more than anything else.Â
How long had you been sleep? Why did no one wake you? Where was everyone?Â
A tremor made your hands shake and your fingers turned numb. DidâŠno one care? If they couldnât find you, did they all just pack up and leave?Â
âThis isnât funny,â you called out but there was no answer. Not even an echo. Your throat turned dry as you made your way back to the stage. Maybe everyone was having a team meeting. Maybe Joya and Mirage found a way to give you some breathing room.
You pushed open the door to the stage and walked up onto it, only to discover no one in sight. The main stage lights were off, leaving the stage bathed in a swirl of blues, purples, and reds.Â
You shielded your eyes. âHello? What the hell!â You yelled. This was beyond fucking uncool. And your phone was either in your room or with Joya, so you had no clue what time it was.
Panic clawed its way from your belly to your chest, scratching your insides with thick, angry nails. Did everyone justâŠforget about you?Â
You brought your hand to your chest as if that would do anything. All it did was call attention to your thumping heart, beating incessantly. Everyone forgot you. No one needed you.Â
âOkay, okay, okay, thatâs okay,â you murmured to yourself as you paced around the stage. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this.Â
If everyone left, that was okay. You were paying them to care, but it didnât mean that their lives ended just to serve your overinflated ego. You would justâŠgo find your purse in your room. You would grab your phone. Order a car to take you home. Easy. Simple. You had this.Â
You told yourself that as you left the empty stage, back down the stairs, and away from backstage. You headed down the hallway, rubbing your sweaty hands on your joggers. You were just stressed, that was it.
You approached your dressing room, it had been left open from when you left it. There didnât seem to be anyone in there. ButâŠstill.
You approached cautiously, wondering what the fuck was going on. How did everyone just leave like that? No matter their personal lives, this was unprofessional as fuck. If they called it early, they should have had the decency to let you know. And why would Terry abandon his post? It was quite literally his job to guard your body.
Highly recommended, yeah right.Â
You made it to your dressing room and peered inside, stepping inward to check behind the door. Good. No one there. You stepped further into the room before it dawned on you that if no one was there, if no one was aroundâŠwho the fuck banged on the door?Â
You turned slowly just as a bat came swinging towards your head. You leapt out of the way with a scream, throwing yourself against the vanity.Â
A figure dressed head to toe in black lifted the baseball bat to his shoulders. The figure was on the small side, but broad. Had to be a man.Â
âWhat do you want from me?â You yelled. You moved the directorâs chair in front of you, to deter the figure. He only kept advancing, holding the bat like you were the game winning ball and he needed a home run.Â
You lifted the chair and threw it at him, running from the room. Facing three possible directions, you forgot where the exit was. You also forgot how to read, because there were signs but it didnât make any sense at the moment.
The figure groaned and it spurned you to run, to flee, to find the exit however you were able to. Thundering footsteps boomed behind you as you ran away. Your lungs felt like they were going to go flying out of your mouth. They burned and ached as you ran and ran.
All of the exercise and training you kept up with did fuck all when faced with an actual attacker. Your brain was mush, operating on some basic instinct to survive. You were supposed to be smarter than this, right?Â
You risked a glance behind you just in time to see the bat swinging for your head. You fell to the floor to miss it, landing hard on your thigh, and then scrambled across the floor to avoid another swing for your head.
You pulled nearby crates towards you, dollies, and anything else you could pull. One of the crates managed to trip up your attacker. You rushed to your feet, running through the nearest door.
The door banged open against the wall, echoing in the larger chamber. You made it back to the stage and those same lights blinded you as you ran across the stage. Your body felt stiff, achy, as it wanted nothing more than to stop and evaluate.
Stopping meant death. Stopping meant that your attacker had another chance to get you.Â
Stopping meant â you were pushed forward and you fell, sliding across the stage. Your chin bounced against the hard floor and you groaned as your teeth clacked painfully. Pain shot through your jaw and you groaned.
A strong hand gripped you by your ponytail and yanked. You screamed as your head was pulled backwards. This couldnât be it. This couldnât be what took you out. This couldnât, this couldnâtâ
You kicked and flailed until your shoe connected with something. There was a harsh, low growl as the grip around your hair lessened enough for you to break free.Â
You got to your feet, thigh screaming in pain as you limped back to your dressing room. If nothing else, you could lock the door and call for help. It was your final hope. You werenât going out like this. You didnât need anyone.
You limped past the door to the hallway, stopping long enough to bar it momentarily with a cart. It wouldnât hold the attacker for long, but itâd buy you some time. Fuck. Everything fucking hurt.Â
Liquid dripped down your chin. You swiped at it and it came away red. You groaned as you stared at your own blood. Literally at your life leaking from your body.Â
âShit, shit, shit,â you huffed as you limped to your dressing room.Â
Metal double doors slammed up against the crate you pushed against the door. You looked back to see an arm flailing through trying to push the crate. Fuck, fuck. Your vision turned blurry as you limped.
It seemed like every step you took only made the dressing room seem further and further back. It looked so far away, like you were never going to find salvation.Â
âSomeone! Please,â you called out.
You tripped over your shoes and went tumbling forward, landing awkwardly on the same thigh that already cried out with pain. You sniffled as tears ran down your face. You didnât know what to do. You didnât know what to fucking do.
The crate crashed against the wall as it finally rolled free. âNo!â You yelled out, finding enough strength to get back to your feet. So close, so close, so close, so close â
Your name echoed down the hallway as a thunder of boots ran closer to you. You turned around, expecting to see your attacker and that damn bat, but there was no one behind you. Nothing.
You shook violently and swayed to your right, nearly colliding with the wall. You held out your hand to stop your entire body from crashing against it and then used the wall to hold yourself up.Â
The storm of boots turned the corner. Terry lead the charge and checked your room first and then swiveled. He called your name. Fuck, youâd never been more happy to see someone.Â
âTerry!â You yelled.Â
His head snapped in your direction and he crossed the hallway in long, determined strides. You swiped at your tears and leaned on your good leg, trying to make yourself look less pathetic.
Terry slowed as he approached you, holding up his hands. He stopped short when he got a good look at you.Â
âWho the fuck did this?â He asked, his chest heaving with harsh breaths.Â
âI donât know, I donât know,â you said, your voice pitching higher and higher. You began to slide down the wall, all fight leaving you completely. He was here. He was here. He didnât forget about you.
Terry caught you around your middle, shouldering most of your weight. He reached out and gently cupped your face, moving it from one side to the next. His jaw flexed as his eyes scanned over you, taking in all of your injuries.Â
He was joined a second later by members of his team and the studio security. Questions were lobbed at you in rapid succession but your brain had turned cloudy.Â
âYouâre in shock. Sheâs in shock, back up!â Terry yelled. The mass of bodies dispersed as Terry half-carried, half-walked with you to your dressing room.Â
âI woke up and there was no oneââ
âShh, shh, not yet,â he said.Â
Just this onceâŠthis one brief moment, you let yourself lean on someone else. Terry handled everyone with all the command of a general, parting the sea of looky-looâs, likely taking photos of you at your most vulnerable.Â
Fuck, this was going to end up on TMZ. You groaned at the thought. Terry helped you into your dressing room and then sat you down on the couch. He produced a jacket from somewhere and draped it across your shoulders.
You shook so badly. You were freezing, sore, and achy. You wanted to crawl up like a little baby and never see the light of day again.Â
What was the reason? What was the fucking reason? Who the fuck went through the trouble of all of this? What the living fuck?Â
All you ever wanted to do was sing and nowâŠyou didnât even have that. The last thing you wanted to do was quit. The very last thing. Singing was your passion, your very being. It was the reason you woke up day in and day out. Because for three hours or so on stage, for hours in the studio, for every interview and fan interaction, you never felt more alive than when you were singing.Â
And someone hated you enough to take it away from you. Your mind spun with crazy scenarios. This had to be a deranged fan. This had to be one of those crazy moms who blamed you for corrupting their youth. This had to be someone. Â
Someone tangible. This was the work of one person. A smart, deranged person, but just a person. Someone who bled. Someone you managed to fight off.Â
Distantly, Terryâs deep timbre barked orders but you werenât paying attention. You wanted to sleep.Â
âLet them through!â Terryâs voice boomed. You jumped from the sudden explosion, before Mirage and Joya squeezed past Terry.
He stood as a stop gap to the onslaught of activity outside the dressing room. No one was getting through him if he had anything to say about it. But then why did he abandon you earlier?Â
Mirage and Joya hugged you gently, careful of your injuries. They treated you with kid gloves and that pissed you off more than anything else. You werenât a fragile flower. You fucking survived.Â
Joya cried, swiping at her tears. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. We were told to leave and then we couldnât find you and then I remembered that I had your phone and we couldnât even call youââ
You hummed. Even if you made it to your dressing room, there was no phone in here to help you. If Terry hadnât come when he did, would you be dead right now?Â
You hated that you had to rely on others for your safety. You hated that you were a second away from being permanently removed from this earth and it was only by a stroke of dumb luck that the idiot was scared off.Â
Joya and Mirage filled you in on their side of things. They were waiting for you to return when one of the guards told everyone to clear out. There was a bomb threat that had been called in and they needed to sweep the building to get everyone out.Â
But why didnât Terry take you with him?Â
Your eyes kept glancing over to him as he coordinated with the police and with his team to secure everything back down. His menacing scowl intimidated those around him as he barked orders and commanded everyone.Â
Terry glanced at you from time to time. He would give one nod of his head and you returned it. But his whereabouts were more concerning to you. Over the past year, he had been your constant shadow. Nothing fazed him. Nothing tore him up. So where the fuck did he go?Â
Terry re-entered the room and stopped short of you. He dropped down into a squat so that he could look you in the eye. âFeel up to talking?âÂ
You took a deep breath. âNot really. But I know I need to,â you said. The question you most wanted to ask stuck in your throat. You were to afraid of the answer.Â
âYou donât have to. We can tell them to meet you somewhere else,â he said.Â
You shook your head. âIâm a big girl. I want to get it over with,â you said.
His chin dipped once as his eyes roamed over you. You must look absolutely horrendous. To his credit, he didnât say anything as he stood and went to the door. He waved to someone and then two men followed behind Terry into your dressing room.
The room grew stuffier, filled with too many bodies. Crowding your space. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands to ground yourself. You were safe. You survived.Â
One of the men introduced himself as Henry Bell, a detective with LAPD who was coordinating with the detective in charge of your stalker case. Because you were hopping through multiple cities, it was hard for any one detective to handle it.Â
The other man was Patrick Rollins, head of security for the venue. The men asked you to run through what you remembered and what happened.Â
You pulled the coat around your shoulders and Mirage and Joya scooted closer to you but you still felt alone. Abandoned. Cold. Like the heat of their bodies couldnât penetrate the dense fog around you.
You pushed that from your mind as you told them what happened, starting from when you woke up to when Terry found you. You glanced at him as you spoke, wanting to see his reaction yet still afraid of what his excuse was.
He didnât owe you a damn thing. But you still needed to know why you werenât important enough to take with.Â
They asked more questions, pushed to see if you recognized anything about your attacker. You kept telling them no, getting more agitated the more they asked. How many other ways could you say that you didnât recognize the loser?Â
âAlright, you should have enough,â Terry said.Â
âWe still have questionsââ Rollins started.
âYou have enough for now,â Terry reiterated. Rollins sized up Terry but Terry didnât blink. Didnât move. He merely kept his open stance and faced the detective and head of security.Â
Rollins pushed boyish blond hair out of his face and then nodded. Detective Bill rocked back on his heels and then shoved his notebook into his coat and clicked a pen. âIf you think of anything else, let us know, please,â he said. âAnd Iâm sorry this happened to you.âÂ
You nodded to them and mumbled your thanks. They left with lingering, heated glances with Terry. He saw them out and then he half closed the door.Â
âThereâs a few things I need to handle and then we can get out of here.âÂ
You nodded, staring towards your shoes. Everything fucking hurt. You just wanted to turn into a giant baby. But people like you didnât get to be coddled. You didnât get to be human. It shattered the illusion and the fantasy.
You picked at the dry blood on your chin. Angie was going to kill you for messing up your face. You sighed and leaned forward.
âDo you have a headache, babe?â Mirage asked.Â
You nodded. âIâll check with a paramedic. They should be here by now.â Mirage stood up and grabbed Joya by the elbow. She protested for half a minute but you didnât see what Mirage did to make Joya grow quiet. They left the room, leaving you and Terry alone. The last time you had been left alone together didnât exactly go as planned.Â
âHey,â Terry said.Â
You bit the inside of your cheek and then reluctantly looked at him. âHow are you really doing?âÂ
You took a deep breath. âIâm fine,â you said.Â
He crossed the room and then dropped into a squat. âThereâs no reward for being a martyr,â he said.
You rolled your eyes but you smirked, refusing to smile at his words. âEverything hurts. But Iâll be okay,â you said.Â
He nodded. You held each otherâs gazes for a moment, just taking him in. His eyes scanned over you, jaw flexing. You didnât know what he saw. Probably a terrified mess.
âI should apologizeââ he started.
âWhere wereââ you said at the same time.Â
He shook his head. âThe bomb threat smelled like bullshit so I left a guard to watch you while I checked it out. I was locked in a closet and by the time I burst free, everyone was gone. I went looking, but the guard left his post. Fresh out the military, the bomb was triggering,â he said. His jaw flexed after he said that.Â
âYou couldnât know it was triggering,â you said. Well, that explained that. You werenât sure what you were looking for. An undying apology while he was on his knees? For him to acknowledge that he never wouldâve left you voluntarily? He didnât owe you anything. No one did.Â
âHe left his post. Heâs fired,â Terry said with venom behind his words.Â
You smiled ruefully. âThatâs a bit harsh,â you said.
Terry blinked at you and you decided to drop it. Apparently, it was important to him and you didnât know enough about the nuances about this stuff to comment.Â
âWeâre going to find this motherfucker,â Terry promised.
âThank you. For coming when you did,â you said quietly.Â
âIâm not leaving your side again,â he said.Â
Your teeth clicked shut, drawing attention to your bruised chin. You didnât know how to respond. He wasnât supposed to leave your side earlier. But he did. You settled on a nod.Â
Terry lifted from his squat and then returned to his duties, ordering people around, coordinating with others.Â
Everything else moved along in a blur. First, you were checked out by a paramedic while Terry watched him like a hawk. You were treated for the scrape on your chin and your thigh was merely bruised. No sprains, no injuries. The paramedic called you lucky. Yeah, right.Â
Terry managed to escort you to a truck that had been brought round back and off to the hotel room. The city nightlife went on without you. Though you did pass by a restaurant in downtown LA that played your latest song with Lord A.K. That sort of made you smile.Â
You didnât remember much about the ride to your hotel room besides one minute you were at the venue and the next you stood inside your hotel doorway while Terry checked around.Â
âWeâll switch hotels tomorrow. For now, you can rest.âÂ
You nodded and went to your room without a word. Though you did stop just outside your bedroom.Â
âTerry?â You asked.
âYes, princess?â He asked.
You huffed with a smirk and then turned to him. âI want to learn how to defend myself. Will you teach me?â You asked.Â
It wasnât enough to survive anymore. It no longer suited you to just wait around for this lunatic to kill you. Clearly, your security wasnât up to snuff. Clearly, this person could get to you at any point and at any time. The only person who could save you was you.
âIf thatâs what you want,â Terry said.
âThatâs what I want.âÂ
Thank you, my loves. The Secret Terry Richmond Files | Part 1 | Part 2
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My Princess
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Summary: You are Feyres sister and have always been shy but when everything happens and you and your sisters become Fae, you find yourself falling in love with the mysterious shadow brother
Pairing: Azriel x Feyres sister
Content: Sneaking around, fluff, smut, getting caught
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I never thought much about how my life would turn out, living in a run down home with my three sisters and father gave me no hope for what could come, I thought I would die young of either illness or starvation, I always tried to help Feyre when I could just to help and get away from Nesta and Elain, they never liked me much, I am I second youngest and they liked to point out every flaw of mine
But then one day everything changed when we were kidnapped and thrown into a cauldron changing out forms, from human to far, Nesta took an immense amount of power, Elain could feel the future and me, well I havenât shown anyone what Iâve discovered, I can morphe into the shadows, dissapear whenever I want, it came in hand when Nesta would get in one of her fits with who ever dared step up to her
But then one night as I was slipping into the shadows I met the most adorable little tendrils of shadow that seemed were alive, they were all over me swirling around with what I assumed was joy as they led me to Azriel, he was quiet like me and I found comfort in that silence but never had the never to approach him until the shadows brought me right into his room, as Iâm in the shadow of his book shelf
Noticing him straighten up and peer around as his shadows spoke to him
âI know youâre hereâ my heart leapt, I shifted back into my fae solid form and stood before him nervously
âSo you are gifted after allâ he stood infront of me, shirtless showing his broad shoulders and ripped body
âUmmm yeah, please donât tell the othersâ
âAnd why not?â I shrugged unsure of why I had to explain my reasonings only making him smirk
âYouâre not like your sisters, youâreâŠâŠ.differentâ
âDifferent bad?â
âNo different good, youâre intriguing and mysterious, you donât put everyone out thereâ
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From that day forward we kept our nightly meetings between eachother and it was sooooo easy, sneaking through the shadows right to his room, we started just talking and getting to know eachother but along the way I fell for him, how could I not heâs so beautiful inside and out and one night when all the others were busy getting drunk at a bar I felt my soul meld with his and his mine
That night we accepted the bond and we havenât been able to stop, itâs been a week and our hunger for eachother hasnât been quenched and itâs getting harder to hide this relationship
âDo you think we should tell the others?â I ask him as we catch our breathes, my head resting in his shoulder, his hand dragging up and down my back
âIf thatâs what you want my angel, but I canât say sneaking around doesnât make things more hotâ he smirks as he grips my hip
âMaybe just a little longerâ I giggle as I turn and straddle his legs laying forward on his chest
âReady for more already?â His voice got deeper sending shivers down my spine
âAre you able toâ I love to tease him knowing he has taken me multiple times in one night
âPlease womanâ he grabs my hips and grinds them up and down his hardening dick, Iâve heard about the girls talking about the comparison between wingspans but there is absolutely no way Rhys or Cassian could be bigger than my man, he nearly splits me apart
âI love you Azrielâ I moan as he slowly stretches me out
âNot as much as I love you Angel, fuck you feel so goodâ at this angle he was just hitting every part just right it was impossible to keep quiet
âOh god more I want moreâ I scream when he thrusts up into me faster and faster
âOH AZRIEL YES RIGHT THEREâ I scream not even caring right now who hereâs
âSo good, mother above Iâll never get enough of youâ right as Iâm about to be in heaven the door bursts open and everyone in the group is standing there wide eyed and mouths hanging
âUmmmm what the hell is going onâ Nesta shouts anger written all over her face
Azriel sits up and holds me closer covering my body
âCan we have a moment to get decentâ he groans his shadows pushing the others out and slamming the door
âIâm nervous, did you see the way Nesta and Elain were looking at me?â He pulled out and helped put his shirt on me as he pulled on his own sweatpants
âDonât worry itâll be fine come on!â He took my hand and led me downstairs to where everyone was sat around in the living room
âCongrats brother!â Cassian congratulated Azriel patting him on the back
âHow long has this been going on?â Feyre asks with a little smile as she sat next to Rhys
âWell weâve been talking for a while at night but then last week our mating bond happened and we accepted immediatelyâ I say holding his hand tighter
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Rhys asked
âObviously she knows sheâs not good enough to be with him I mean look at herâ Nesta laughed, I hung my head low before Azriel pulled me in at the waist
âWatch your mouth, donât think I canât destroy your life just because youâre the high ladies sister
âSheâs not wrongâ Elain whispered but we all heard
âThatâs enough they had their reasons and itâs their relationship, Nesta and Elain you need to leave her alone Iâve had enough of you two always bashing on her just because you know sheâs better than you, Iâm happy for you sisterâ Feyre smiles
âYou can go to the family cabin if you wish while still in your mating fazeâ Rhys adds looking happy for his brother the next instant in standing in the cabin Azriel holding me tight from behind
âYou know theyâre not right, your as pretty as the starsâ he says placing kisses up my neck
âThank you Az, now how about we get back to what we startedâ
âDonât have to ask me twiceâ
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Jason Todd Headcanons
Teacher!Reader x Jason Todd
Hi! So Iâm new at writing, but couldnât sleep last night thinking about this so decided to write it down.
Warnings: My first language isnât English so there will be errors, I havenât read a comic beside the webtoon one so Jason may be a bit OOC sorry.
* Okay so yâall meet in Lian school, why? Well one day Roy couldnât pick up Lian after school so he asked Jason to do him the favor and of course Jason said yes. It was the best chance to prove he was a much more fun uncle than Dick.
* But the plan didnât go that well, he forgot he canât ride a motorcycle with a little kid so he had to go get the Wayne SUV, making him late to pick up Lian from school.
âą So there you where in your classroom with Lian waiting for Jason to pick her up. She tells you stories about her dad, and Jason while she colors and you grade some papers.
âą The first thing he sees when he finally arrives is a adorable frowning Lian question him about his tardiness. How dare he pick her up late?
âą While he says his sorry to Lian and tickles her tummy to make her laugh, he remembers about the other adult in the room and turns to you to apologize. As he does, he feels like the air has suddenly stop flowing in his lungs anymore becauseâŠWHO IS THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN SMILING AT HIM?
âą After the hamster in his brain starts to run again he remembers that you are Lian teacher and quicky get himself together. He canât be catch being shock about your beauty, but seriously. Why are you so pretty? Back when he was a kid his teachers where old ladies.
âą You tell him he doesnât have to apologize with a small smile on your face and his heart skips a beat. Why are you so nice? You should be angry or annoyed because he made you waste time, but you reassure him that even if he wasnât late to pick up Lian you where gonna still be here grading papers and checking the classes for the next day.
âą And Jason thinks wtf? Working after work hours? Teachers arenât paid enough, he should make Tim hack into Gotham bank account and get the teacher a raise, but says his goodbyes along Lian who is still pouting a little and Jason sighsâŠ
âą Jason had to bribe Lian with ice cream so she will speak more about her pretty teacherâŠand doesnât tell Roy about all this.
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Soft Launch; Hard Launch - Quinn Hughes x ofc
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Title: Soft Launch; Hard Launch: A 500 Follower Celly
Author: Tory / @tkwritesÂ
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc)Â
Warnings: Though most of this is fluff, there is a really nasty comment left on a social media post and mentions of poor self body image.
Summary: 4 times Quinn soft launched his relationship with Sarah, and one time he did it for real.
Word Count: 2,900
Comments: The idea of writing a 4+1 fic for my 500 mark has been rolling around my head for a while, so when I hit 500 followers about a week ago, I thought I'd try my hand at it. Many thanks to @aloragrace and @captainlexaproluvr for looking over this piece and calming my fears about doing new things. Iâve never written in this format before, but I quite like the way this turned out. Iâd love to know what you think!
I'm just bowled over and so excited! Thank you all so much. Knowing people enjoy my writing has been so fulfilling to me. Iâve wanted to write since I was about thirteen, but never had the guts to publish anything for people other than my friends to read. Now that I have and know that people like it, it feels a bit like Iâm giving my little inner awkward teenager the best gift she could ever ask for. Thank you for your encouragement, kindness, and support! I canât tell you how much it means to me. Â
If you did enjoy this Snapshot, please let me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing.Â
Soft Launch; Hard Launch: A 500 Follower Celly
A Quinn & Sarah SnapshotÂ
1.
The first time Quinn put Sarah on his social media was after they got home from the family reunion. The Monday after she left, he was looking back through his photos while he waited for her to get off work. He found one from their beach day heâd completely forgotten heâd taken. Sarah was kneeling over a tide pool with a few of his cousins, pointing to something in the water, while they looked into her face with rapt attention.
Even though her face was mostly hidden from view, she looked beautiful in that casual way he loved so much. Her hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts along with her orange swim top.
Do you mind if I put this on my stories? he asked later that night, once she'd texted that sheâd arrived home safely and would call as soon as she changed.
âI donât mind,â she told him after they said their initial hellos, caught up on each other's day, and he asked again. âIâm a little surprised this is the first photo you want to go with,â she admitted.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âI donât know. I thought maybe youâd want to go with something moreâŠâ she trailed off, unsure exactly how to phrase what she was thinking. Sheâd only glanced at it, but from what she remembered, the photo wasnât anything special. It was from the tide pools, and though it fulfilled the mission of showing her without showing her whole face, she didnât look excessively beautiful or anything. In fact, the first thing sheâd zeroed in on were her stomach rolls. Echoes of girls calling her too fat to be with NHL superstar Quinn Hughes rang in her mind.Â
âI like it,â he defended before she could find the right words or slide down the slippery slope of body image woes. âYouâre doing what you love.âÂ
It melted something in her that he looked at that photo and saw her passion. âThatâs really sweet, Quinn.âÂ
âSo itâs okay?âÂ
How could she say no now? âYeah. Itâs okay.â She reminded herself she wouldnât see any of the things people were saying about her unless she sought them out, which she had no intention of doing.
He put it up with nothing more than an orange heart in the corner as soon as they hung up from the FaceTime call.
Less than a minute later, Eunice raced into Sarah's room. She was so overly excited, she ran into the door jam, bouncing off of it before regaining her balance. She thrust her phone into Sarah's face. âQuinn put you on his stories!âÂ
Glancing at the screen, Sarah smiled. âYeah, he just asked me if he could put that photo up.â
âOh my god. This is so dreamy,â she gushed, turning the phone back around to look at the picture again. âYou look so pretty.âÂ
2.
The second soft launch was on his main feed at the end of the summer, though he still didnât show her face.
It wasnât until they got home from Hawaii and all shared their photos that Quinn realized just how many pictures his mom had taken. He was used to her snapping pictures of them - it was a very common occurrence to look around at any given moment, especially on vacation, to find her brandishing a camera to document everything she could.
Heâd never appreciated it more until he was looking through the shared album and saw all the moments his mom caught. There were photos of him and his brothers and him and Sarah once she got there. There was even a video of his and Lukeâs shock at their girlfriendsâ arrival. Â
His favorite picture she took was from the beach outside of their vacation rental. Anxious for a quiet moment together, Sarah pulled him outside to watch the sun set.
The rest of the family was inside, debating something about dinner. They had been on a kayak and hiking tour that day, and he was so tired, he was beyond caring. As long as some kind of food was provided, heâd be fine. Â
His mom must have walked out onto the back porch to snap the photo.Â
 The sun, sinking into the ocean in front of them, turned them into shadow as Sarah leaned her head on his shoulder. It was the kind of photo people put in vacation advertisements, and when heâd seen it, he knew it had to be included in his end of summer review.
He uploaded it with a carousel of six other photos before captioning the post, One for the books.Â
After receiving sixty notifications in the first five minutes, most of them from people he didnât know asking who the girl in the 5th photo was, he muted the app.
It wasnât until he looked at the comments that evening and saw, I think this must be that fat bitch he was dating during the season. I was hoping theyâd broken up since he didnât stay in Vancouver this summer and she did, that he disabled comments all together.
Heâd been so angry that someone who didnât know either of them would say anything like that, he had drafted a reply before realizing he was about to engage in a reactionary argument with someone he didn't even know or have any emotional ties to. He wanted to correct them, but knew he should really get PR help to do that.Â
When they talked about social media for the first time in their relationship, Sarah explained how the comments from these so-called fans made her feel. Even though she knew they didnât know her as a person and didnât have any place in their relationship or lives, it was difficult not to let them get to her.Â
He knew the feeling well. Heâd gone through the same thing when he accepted the captaincy. The pressure to perform had been so immense, it had turned him into a snappy, short-fused, irritable person until, at the advice of some other captains in the league, he started putting his phone down regularly.Â
3.Â
The third came when it was his turn to sit for a 32 Thoughts podcast episode with Elliott and Kyle, and they were shooting the breeze before the actual interview began.Â
âWe missed you at dinner,â Elliott said, referencing a banquet that the league had hosted the night before for all players and press on site for the whirlwind pre-season media tour.
Without really thinking about it, Quinn found himself explaining, âmy girlfriend's family lives here, so Jack and I had dinner with them last night.â
âShe's not here?â Elliott asked.Â
âNo, she has stuff going on back home so she couldn't be, but it was nice to see them.â Some players brought family to the media tour, but not many. It was a short stint, shorter than most road trips during the season, so most didnât bother.
Their producer, Shanna, flashed a red light, letting them know it was time to start the formal interview. Kyle counted down, âthree two and one,â before introducing Quinn and starting with the questions.Â
At the end of the recording, both Elliott and Shanna asked if he wanted them to cut his talk about his girlfriend and her family from the episode. Usually, they left those anecdotal conversations in, especially on the youtube videos, but this one was a bit more nuanced.Â
âI think it should be fine, but can I talk to her about it and get back to you?âÂ
âOf course,â Shanna said, smiling. âItâs not slated to go up for a few weeks, so just let us know by the 17th.â
When he'd asked Sarah about it that night after arriving home, she seemed unconcerned.Â
âI think that's kind of up to you.â She knew from their FaceTime conversation the night before that Quinn, Jack and their agent had eaten at Rachel's house, so there was no risk of someone posting photos and making the connection they were with her family. Â
âI mean, people have been speculating you have a girlfriend, right?â she asked.Â
âYeah.â It was more than speculation at this point - most people knew he had someone. They just didnât know who she was.Â
âAnd people who found my instagram already know Iâm from Nevada, so I donât really see what the worry is.âÂ
Heâd expected her to be more worried about it, but now that she was responding to him with cool logic, he had to admit she had a point.Â
The next day, he messaged Elliott along with his agent to let them know they could keep the anecdote in the recording.Â
When it hit the airwaves, Sarah purposefully didnât check any of the messages Eunice sent her for a few days. Eunice had taken it upon herself, and continued at Sarahâs request, to report big gossip to her so Sarah wasnât tempted to go on the blogs or fan accounts.Â
Most responses were sort of victorious bragging, posting about connections with Sarahâs instagram âabout meâ section where she talked about being from Nevada, feeling that this interview proved them right.Â
4.Â
The fourth time wasnât planned.Â
When Quinn got home from their first regular season road trip, the apartment was dark. It was past two in the morning, and Sarah had a therapy appointment at eight, so she hadn't waited up for him.Â
In his trek through the apartment, he paused by the dining room table. Until Sarah moved in, walking into the apartment after a road trip was often the worst part of the whole thing. He was always glad to be back in his own bed, but nothing seemed to exasperate his singleness more than coming home. Not only was he going from being surrounded by the team to being totally alone, he was coming home to an empty house. The combination of the two felt stiflingly lonely.
The mess of textbooks, highlighters, and notebooks left out on the dining room table was such proof of someone else living in the house, it made his chest feel full.Â
In a spur of the moment act, he snapped a picture of the dimly lit chaos and posted it to his Instagram stories. No caption, no explanation. Just the simple proof that he wasn't alone. Â
âWhy did you put a picture of my books on your instagram?â she asked the next day after getting home from her appointment.Â
He shrugged, âI liked it.â
The season before, anytime she would study at his house, she would clean everything up, organizing it all back into her bag before going home or coming to bed.Â
Now, her books often stayed out on the dining room table on weekends. He offered to convert one of the spare bedrooms into an office for her, or let her use the office he had a computer in now, but she turned him down.Â
âI like studying out here,â she'd said, glancing up to look out of the windows. âIf it bothers you, I can put everything away.âÂ
âIt doesn't bother me,â he'd said, leaning down to kiss her temple. âI just want you to be comfortable here.âÂ
She had beamed at him and turned her head to brush her mouth over his.Â
5.Â
Quinn waited until the one year anniversary of the day he and Sarah met to officially announce their relationship.Â
He knew by that time that they could go the distance. He'd seen her through every month and every season and saw no major red flags. Not to mention the fact that everyone in his life liked her, and her family and friends seemed to like him.
Over the course of the year, he'd moved pictures he liked of Sarah and pictures he liked of them together into a favorites album he simply called S. So, in late January, he put together a post and sent it to his PR rep to look over. After they sent it back with some edits, he showed it to Sarah.Â
Sarah, who for her part, knew this was coming but wasnât quite sure what to expect, was taken a bit off guard. She knew Quinn read a lot and was thoughtful with his words, but reading his simple summary of their relationship made her melt.Â
Heâd included 5 pictures of her that were interspersed with 5 pictures of them together. The first photo was that perfect, golden hour sunset selfie. The rest were all photos she knew he loved. Sheâd seen some of them, and some of them, she hadnât. There was a candid shot of her laughing with Jack and Luke that she hadnât seen before as well as a picture she never knew heâd taken of her sitting at the dining room table with her laptop, looking pensively at the screen, fingers poised to type. There was the photo of them in front of their Christmas tree, and one of them laughing so hard, they were falling all over each other on a beach in Hawaii.
Under the photos, heâd simply written, The best year. and tagged her in the final photo - the dreamy picture Kaitlyn had taken of them under the mistletoe.Â
âQuinn,â she breathed, looking up to find him smiling expectantly at her.
âYou like it?â he asked.Â
âI really like it,â she said, fighting back the tears that pushed at her eyes.Â
âYouâre sure youâre okay with this?â
He was ready for the world to know that not only was he taken, he was taken with her, and not afraid to say it, but he knew it would likely open up another door of criticism sheâd never been exposed to before.Â
âYeah,â she said, nodding. âIâm ready.âÂ
The fact that Quinn wanted the world to know, without a doubt, that she was the one he was with made her heart race.Â
They didnât have to hide anymore. To her, it was the last, final cementing block in their relationship. It spoke of his faith in their future and his dedication to staying with her. He wouldn't put it out for the world to see if he had any doubts.Â
He posted it right before practice two days later so he could work the anxiety of it off.Â
When he got back to his locker an hour and a half later, he had 1,654 likes and over 200 comments. At first glance, they all seemed positive. Not that what random strangers thought of him meant much, but it was nice to know his fans were happy he was happy.Â
Bonus scene:Â
On the afternoon of the anniversary of their one year of meeting, Reece stopped Sarah as she walked into the building after work.
âIâve got a delivery for you, Ms. Roberts,â he said, walking with her over to the security desk.Â
Before heâd even picked them up, Sarah knew it must be the large bouquet of flowers that were an absolute riot of color - purple and yellow, red and pink, white and green.Â
Quinn was out of town - playing in Toronto at that very moment, in fact - and she knew he must have sent them in place of being there in person.Â
âThank you, Reece,â she said, accepting the flowers and a card from him before heading upstairs.Â
Trying to manage the vase, card, and her school bag, as well as press the button in the elevator, resulted in her accidentally slopping a large amount of water down her front. Thankfully, the large bouquet hid the spill from anyone else in the elevator, and she was the only one to get off on the top floor. Upon entering the apartment, she set the vase and card on the bar and went straight up to change.Â
It wasnât until she wandered down to make dinner during the second intermission and saw the bright flowers that she remembered the card.Â
Her full name was on the envelope in someone elseâs writing, and the front of the card was completely blank, so when she flipped it open, she was surprised to find Quinnâs handwriting filling most of it.Â
Itâs been one year since I took refuge in the aquarium, only to stumble upon a beautiful woman giving a talk about octopus and took the chance to ask her out. Back then, I just thought she was one of the most beautiful people Iâd ever seen. Now I know that not only is she beautiful, sheâs smart, kind, supportive and so driven she inspires me to do better. I donât like to think what my life would be like if sheâd turned down my offer for lunch, or I didnât get up the guts to talk to her. This time with her has been a whirlwind and the best year of my life.Â
I wrote this for the caption of the post that went up today, then realized the only person I really wanted to read it was you.Â
Happy one year of meeting, Sarah. Iâm so glad you took a chance and went out with me even though I was more than a little awkward.Â
I love you.Â
Love,Â
QuinnÂ
Moved to tears by his thoughtful words, Sarah snapped a picture of the flowers to put up on her stories, adding the caption, Love you, @_quinnhughes, before texting him.
I love you. I canât believe itâs been a year. Hereâs to a million more.
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[ BOUND BY BLOOD ] - H. H.
master lists <> + CHRISTMAS EVENT: day two (n/a yet)
pairing: Hyunjin x fem! reader
summary: A seductive vampire who has been watching you for centuries finally reveals himself. As Hyunjin pulls you deeper into his world of immortality, the line between love and obsession begins to blur.
date: December 21st 2024
playlist:
warnings: MDNI + NSFW + BLOOD KINK + ORAL + LOTS OF EXPOSITION + MENTIONS OF WITCHCRAFT & PAGAN HOLIDAY + EXTENSIVE PINING
Yule is more than a concession of sacred days ending in immense celebration. You knew of this from a very tender age, of course.
Your mother impressed upon you how vastly more important it was than any other festivity held throughout the year in your small village. A place nestled in the rocky edges of the St. Romanov mountains, just below the everlasting castle at the very top of the harsh scenery. In a dreary land, everyone would be just the sameâsulking like the grey, cold clouds that hung high above, even in mid-summer, and bitter like the bark of the evergreen trees and pines occupying the surrounding woods. Many who lived far and near the little ancient plot began to whisper of its strangely happy and content inhabitants centuries before books made of linen and leather were being traded for secrets on the land they lived on.
Some talked of how women resembled eerily beautiful statues on a winter's night. Others told tales of men who never seemed to age past their prime but nearly always perished under terrible circumstances, whether in secret or for all to behold. You were born to a family who pressed truth into these oh-so-beguiled wise tales made up by outsiders. Yet, that was natural within a family littered with witches and warlocks of every kind.
Young and blessed with slow aging and graceful wisdom, your mother and father took it upon themselves to grant you a moderately lavish life within the strangely quaint village. You went without very little, and whatever your kind heart desired was promptly given. Your demure features disarmed many, growing enchanting as you neared the age of two centuries, looking nothing past the age of two bright decades. One might call it luck -especially living in a jagged and whimsical place. But many who lived beyond called it witchcraft at its finest point -the undead's evil doing.
You paid the assumptions no mind. Content with living a life in your studies of the dark arts under the teachings of your nearly pestering and frazzled mother and her less distracted and elated partner -your father. To some extent, he was a patriarch of the town, never fully taking on the title of its Baron and never desiring to when asked. He helped people experiencing poverty, aided people in need, and advised those who did have a hand in village affairs. On the other hand, your mother saw to the population's superstitions and unusual ailments and guarded their shaken resolves with practiced and refined magik. You had undoubtedly become their most prized offering to the masses. A beauty many could behold but could never understand being kept so hidden away at your family estate.
In turn, you were plagued with loneliness that could only be ailed by knowledge of the arts for so long. Years shifted into another half a decade of unbound youth and restrained confidence for you. Thinking of another century in such a state made your heartache and your head spin with sound worry. The terror struck you at family dinner in the dining hall, and you nearly opened your mouth to suggest an alternative to your parents. However, you were halted in a speech by your ever-so-live mother, who'd been unable to stop smiling since you stepped foot into the candlelit room behind your father's usual late arrival.
"I have grand news for you, my dear!" she beamed, and you perked up in your seat in interest. "Mother?...' you cautiously egged her on, sipping from the blackened wine glass set before your plate of half-finished food. She waited to hear you swallow your blackberry wine before glancing at your oddly silent father. "I and your Papa have a gift for you...well, a surprise, to be more specific."
Please, Mother of Darkness, do not let it be another grimoire. I've already filled in four others.
You prayed to the powers that be in a single silent breath, glancing between them as they observed you. "Oh...please do tell me of it. You know how little patience I have for surprises." The sweetest smile crossed your face, pulled tight by subtle anxiety and held there by a need to seem mildly normal about the implications of receiving a new and unknown gift.
Yet, it fell into a quivering line as your mother excitedly spilled her heart out for you to hear.
"We have found you a match, and he is rather eager about it. More than we are if my senses ring true!"
The light wave of shock that gripped you dissipated into relief. A hot flush rushed through d your veins like a flame catching the edge of fresh linen. Any other woman being told of a secure match might feel her heart turned to icey malice, but all you could taste was wild freedom being attained without much fight.
And you couldn't be happier to have it.
Who this match was and why he was so eager to be one with you was another mystery for different times. Now, you wanted a moment to relish in a world to be discovered outside the village you'd known an entire lifetime and mask that joy from the two beings who gave you such power over life as if their announcement hadn't changed a thing in your reeling mind.
With a deep and steadying breath, you replied, "How fortunate. I look forward to beginning our union."
Your mother nodded, sipping wine while your father grumbled a phrase of contentment. She offered you an all-too-tender smile, her bright gaze sparking as you tilted your head in curiosity. "Is there something more you'd like to tell me, Mother?"
She sighed, humming melodically, then set her glass down to speak again, her tone genuinely matter-of-fact.
"You'll be traveling to meet him at his estate within a fortnight."
This wasn't unexpected, yet hearing it aloud stirred a peculiar thrill within you, an undeniable pull toward the unknown that lay waiting.
The fortnight came within a whirlwind of a day. Your belongings were packed and shipped off early at noon, and your father blessed and sealed your treasures an hour before your departure. Your mother sent you off with genuine gifts of goodwill and more excellent fortune, refusing to speak on the mysterious author more than she already had -which only gave you a semblance of a surname from which to paint a picture of him.
Hwang.
It was all you'd know of him until the moon reached its height and your horse-drawn carriage stopped in the gravel walkway in front of his glaringly cold estate. You imagined his features, charm, voice, and sway over those within his power. Sketching his imaginations in a tattered leather-bound grimoire and writing earnest anecdotes of goodwill under each one. You wrote and drew until your hand ached, glad to see the semblance of a large mansion coming into view far across a snow-touched meadow.
The book snapped shut as you refined your focus on the blatantly grand estate. Your mother had called it magnificent when describing where this Hwang hailed from, but she left out the fair detail of how larger-than-life it seemed, with its gardens packed with mere hundreds of people.
A party.
A celebration.
An honoring of Yule.
You had never, ever seen such a large and lavish gathering. Granted, your mother and father never threw one as grand as the one you witnessed now from afar, but the edge of awe was still present as you observed it. People -men, women, the moderately young, and the wise old roamed about.
Some wore masks of gleaming gold, amber, and cherry red. Others wore black veils and cashmere shawls. Everyone in attendance held prestigious looks from afar, dressed in sacred colors starkly contrasting with the pure white snow coating the grounds.
Candles and lanterns were lit to perfection, leaking light into the moonlit night and casting a golden white glow on those who swayed beneath and through them. Shadows danced as many grabbed for waltz partners. A quartet strummed at their instruments and rang their bells into the air. Laughter and speech leaked into the music, piercing the sky.
It was life.
It was passion.
It was beautiful to see.
You ached to join the fun. Think of it constantly, even as the carriage stops at the steps leading straight to the heavy dark oak wood doors carved with the face of Medusa and sealed shut with iron wrought doubles of the letter 'H' leading straight to your new home.
With the help of a kind footman and the relief of a soft gasp, you took tentative steps to the top of the staircase, undeterred by the ice under your heeled boots and the gentle crunch of snow under your every movement. With a step left, the doors creaked open for you, a sudden chill wrapping around you before a steady warmth replaced it. You stopped short, unaffordable of the sudden eeriness, but perplexed to see not a soul standing behind the door.
"Mother of the moon.." you whispered in timid amusement, gazing up at the white sphere gleaming down on your clocked form before allowing its energy to steady your shaken nerves. When your mind could focus again, you bit the inside of your left cheek, slipping into the estate's front doors with a quiet huff, passing by the eyes of Medusa with a solemn smile of thanks.
The doors slammed shut as your feet hit the marble floor inside, loudly clicking its locks with finality as you spared them a final glance before sauntering further into the massive household. The small palace was lit, and not a corner was left cold or void, but not a life in your sight. It seemed as if the tree outside was merely a dreamscape and a phantom of reality within the world you stood in now - a wonderous opener to the spectacle within your suitor's less-than-humble abode. You reached another set of winding staircases. The embroidered carpet gently glistened under an amber-lit chandelier, never seeming to stain your wet footprints and littered with mistletoe, pine, fresh herbs, and trimmed garland. It was neat chaos at its finest, but what took your breath away was the line of blackened roses lining the center. Their thrones were pricked clean off, and their stems meticulously swirled in on themselves and tied off in an alternation of crimson red and deep violet silk ribbons. "How strange..." you thought aloud, pricking one from the warm floor, examining it until its petals were paled compared to the folded letter hidden underneath it.
It simply read in practiced well, done calligraphy,
"My Dearest Love,
The hour is late, and the world outside lies shrouded in slumber, save for me and my kinâever wakeful, ever longing. I have watched you from the shadows, not with the eyes of a stranger, but with the gaze of a soul tethered to yours by threads spun long before this life. You do not yet know me, but I have known you for an eternity, each passing moment a cruel reminder of my yearning to claim what fate has promised me.
I am writing to you now, my beloved, because our meeting is near. The winter moon will shine brightest on the eve of the year's final breath, casting its silvery veil upon the snow-laden earth. In that sacred hour, I shall come to you. Do not fear the chill in the air or the stillness accompanying my presence. Know that every step I take toward you is born of reverence and an unyielding desire to protect, cherish, and love.
You may wonder why I have chosen you among all others, why I dare to speak of binding our lives together in the sacred vow of marriage. The truth is as eternal as the stars: I did not choose you. Though it beats no longer, my heart has always belonged to you. In your laughter, I hear the echo of joy I have long since forgotten; in your gaze, I see a light that pierces the veil of my darkness. You are the warmth my cold existence craves, the embodiment of all that is pure and eternal.
For centuries, I have wandered through this world, untouched by its beauty and unmoved by its offerings. Yet, the barren void within me stirred from the moment I beheld you, even from afar. My soul cursed as it is, recognized in you its redemptionâa love that transcends time, a light strong enough to shatter even the deepest shadows.
I write this letter not to frighten you but to offer you a choice. When we meet, you will see me as I truly am. My nature, my curseâit is not one I would impose upon you without consent. But if your heart, as I suspect, already beats in harmony with mine, I ask for your hand, trust, and love. Together, we will defy the passage of time, weaving a tapestry of eternity that no force can unravel.
Await me on the night of our destined meeting. Do not despair the hour, for it shall mark the beginning of a love that poets and dreamers could only hope to capture. I shall kneel before you, not as a creature of the night, but as a man who has waited lifetimes to call you his own.
Until then, my love, guard your heart, for it is already mine. And know that no force on this earth, nor in the heavens above, could keep me from you.
Yours eternally,
Hyunjin..."
A weight lingered over your shoulders as his name slipped past your lips like pure honey. As if it were planned to happen, and for one explicable reason or another, he had pined for it to be that way on this very night. You pieced things together in the moment it took you to realize them. Every night since your 118th risi, you'd felt a presence -not nearly a calling- but something tethered to your existence. Had that been him for all these years? Watching over you in the smallest of moments. Moving when you moved. Listening when you spoke. Caring when it seemed no one else could. Being there when you felt further trapped in an unintentional isolation.
Were the sharp and bloodborne eyes trailing every move in glimpses of mirrors.?Was he the lurking shadow hovering above your own in the light of a single candle? Was he the one leaving gifts of your desire at the foot of your bed? Each one left with no note or card of recognition but instead wrapped neatly and meant for you to find and enjoy. Wasthee soft chill of breath you felt through the coldest nights? Twinged with a peculiar warmth and steadily streaming against the crook of your neck and behind the shell of your ear.
You thought of the possibilities, fueled by a deep curiosity and security, as you followed the trail of roses left along the ststastaircathrough staircase-through rooTandyandy stopped at a particular door on the second floor, previously leading through the tre right-wing amenities before the abr.aWithhith one big push of both your hands, you revealed what lay within the last unlocked room.
A man, dressed in fine clothing with a more captivating charmed beauty to match, stood before you in a moment of tensed admiration.
He seemed to hold in a breath, lips pressed into a slow-growing smile of recognition as his eyes scanned you in familiarity. Your heart thumped twice its normal speed as he did, and your feet shifted closer to each other as his gaze halted on your flushing face. "He-Hello..." you muttered, unsure what else to say and completely startled to see another person standing in the emptied estate.
Hyunjin did not hold your lack of recognition and frazzled greeting against you; he accepted them. I expect much worse, and he was glad those assumptions did not come to fruition upon your timely arrival.
He found the words to speak and the will to be heard when you took a half-nervous step back, shuffling closer to the doorway in a plain attempt to close it shut if prompted to. "You're quite alright. I've been waiting for you for some time now, so I would like you to stay even if it's for a moment..."
The cadence of his words and the gentle tone of his voice sounded the same as the whisper within your most common dreams. It was healing, charming, sweet, and meant to cause delirium to anyone who heard it without warning. You unconsciously paired it with the letter you'd found. Gripping it in your right hands, your mind collected subtle connections.
This had to be him.
Your allusive and eager suitor?...
"Hwang...Hyunjin..."
"That is my full name, yes..." he jested a bit, treading carefully through your observation of him. However, when your stare found him again, you seemed neither displeased nor perplexed.
"Are you to be my match, then? " you asked, hoping his answer would satisfy your growing uncertainties.
He nodded, nibbling at his lush bottom lip for a split second of tension relief. Then, you noticed his edged canines glinting in the soft light filling the room. Your heart jumped, but your breath slowed at the minuscule sight.
You'd gotten yourself a walking undead of your own, it seems.
Hyunjin's quick eyes caught yours wondering towards his mouth, fixated on the slip-upphe'ddd ma unconsciously but nowhere near frightened or frazzled by the reveal. It eased his rare nerves and allowed him to speak more freely as you inched further into the room to get a closer look at him. "I know stepping into this new life may be very odd to you now, but as I explained in the letter-"
"I've read it twice since my arrival..." you confess in one uttered breath, unable to keep smiling softly at him, "You're a lovely admirer and a gifted writer by all means..." You paused, unsure what to call him and afraid you'd begun to ramble, seeing his head lower at your words. However, Hyunjin flashed a charmed grin your way after half a moment. His pale cheeks flushed a tinge of rouge you thought was a trick of the light. How could someone so confident in their presence be so easily flustered? The answer was beyond you, but it was a question you cherished watching him watch you from across the room.
His smile fell to a slight smirk, eyes cutting to the side for a moment before he spoke again, "You are one charming doll... do you know that?" He chuckled, and you shrugged, eyeing him as he wandered closer with steady strides. "I've been told otherwise..." you confess in a whisper, accepting bated breath as he flows above the top of your head.
A pull surged in your chest, urging you forward into his immobile warmth and drawing your head up at an angle so his face remained inches from your own. Hyunjin stared back, eyes downcast in jaded concern as you hid a coy smile. "Wel, my love, they don't know you as I do."
He spoke of your intentional grace and earned your trust. He is unafraid to let you witness the flicker of vulnerability behind his maroon irises.
It was then that you knew what he thought of you, how he felt, with only your eyes to capture him.
A life to live in the eternity he found himself in.
One year came and went in the Hwang estate; in that time, you'd grown to love hearing that surname replace your own. Hyunjin was far more than a dashing husband and far better than any other living man you had encounteredHisis obsession with you was infinite and dedicated. It showed in every little thing he did for you and was present in every intimate interaction you had with him - even if he took each one no further than a heated kiss and a passing touch of his cold hands over your warmer flesh.
There were times it drove you mad.
His withholding of passion in fear of harming you during such acts was maddening, to say the very least. Sleeping with him had begun to be the only thing you could think of. You are noo longer able to keep such thoughts within the confines of your still-separated rooms during the dead of night and are frazzled by the visceral need to feel him take you.
He knew of your struggles but never acknowledged them. Hell-bent on sticking to his version of affection for as long as possible and undeterred by your subtle begging far longer than you had expected him to be.
That is until the very night you met him came around again.
Sweat shined your skin from the heat of the broiling water you sank into only moments ago. Herbs, spices sprinkled, and citrus shreds floated to the top of the scented bath. It was a relief to feel each component working into your tired body and slowly bringing life back into it as moments of solace trickled into a calm, quiet passage.
Finally, you could rest and not answer another question about decorations, food to serve partygoers of the evening, or what musical set to be played throughout the night. Taking on the task of planning for the Hwang household Yule was tedious and meticulous. Every detail was meant to be perfect, just as you had seen upon your arrival a year prior, but against Hyunjin's well-meant wishes, you took on the assignment with vigor for perfection.
It was overwhelming in all aspects, but you'd done it to the best of your ability, and now you wanted nothing more than to relax before the celebration began. The guests slowly showed themselves.
Your eyelids lowered, fully closing as the hot water sank deeper into your skinâthe smell of fresfragranceses swept under your nose in gentle wafts. For a while,nt the world went utterly sti, ll, and you could hear the wind and snow softly blowing outside; your lonely peace was dissolved as a tender kiss was placed at the of your head by familiar lips.
"My love..." Hyunjin greeted you humbly, and you returned the sentiment by peeking your eyes at him. "My prince..."
He smiled at the neverending nickname you'd decided long ago to give him. You held his lingering gaze, tracing the lift of his lips as he leaned in to place a meaningful kiss against your lips. Your hands floated from the water, gently cupping his face as his lips pressed into yours. They were tinted with red wine and the lingering taste of iron blood, but you paid the bitterness no mind, delving for something more profound as he trailed a hand through your damp hair and brushed back the strands sticking to your flushed cheeks.
A fire stirred in your stomach, spiraling as the swipe of his tongue over your own melted the taste of him into your senses. Hyunjin pressed to shift backward, understanding the intensity of your exchange, but had no room to do so as your freshly manicured nails gently dug into the skin of his unblemished face. He stayed still, falling into a pattern of returning slow and wet kisses with you in the quiet of the large washroom. You hummed at his intentional sweetness to please you, smiling as he tilted your head back to rest on his thigh, your right hand cupping your chin firmly as his left raked through your hair and massaged the roots at your scalp. A trickle of drool seeped past your lips, tainted with blood a moment later, as he bit down on your inner lower lip with the tip of a fang. You whined softly as the sudden and short infliction of pain pleasured that he took joy in marking you in such a discreet place and was not timid about savoring the reward of your blood on his tongue, but the mix of elation didn't last long. Hyunjin snapped away from your lips, pressing loving kisses to them as you frowned and whimpered from the loss of connection. "Please do not torture me..." you huffed, legs closing instinctively to put pressure on the throbbing heat between them.
âDonâtâŠdo this to me, â you repeat yourself, stirring into a fever as his touch on your jaw slid to cup and caress the side of your face as if to lull you back to sanity.
He failed, a rare thing to happen, but something he couldnât help as you stared up at him with the most unforgiving and pleading stare. âPleaseâŠâ you utter to him, bottom lip catching between your teeth as his eyes settle across your body in a languid dance. His gaze stops at your chest -barely hidden in the cream-filled water, and youâre tempted to slip out of the bath and let him have a full view if itâll coax him to give what you so desperately want from him.
Hyunjin needs no further persuasion than a flicker of sadness and disappointment in your eyes. Youâre prepared to handle your growing frustration of heat alone and hope it will be done by the time guests arrive, but a simple phrase from him shatters your ideas of doing so.
âYouâve waited long and well enough.â
The sound of praise in his tone has you turning in the water to face him like an excited mutt being given a treat. Your smile returns, and your hands fall to rest on his thigh. âYou wonât back down from me?âŠâ You ask out of fear he will, knowing his quick change of mind could be fickle and turned again if you werenât careful with your intent. Hyunjin stifled a chuckle, unbothered by your eagerness and thrilled to see you smiling at him brightly again.
That generous lift of your lips always made his cock twitch to life no matter when, where, or why it happened.
It was such a curse to him that even now, he failed to think straight enough as you rose a bit more from Luke's warm water to press a slow kiss to his parted lips. The cherry stain on your lips seeped onto his tongue, your tongue slow and delicate against his, steadily licking into his mouth a sweet confidence. He swallowed your noises, smothering them with nips and licks before easing your mouth open for a singular line of his spit to slide down your tongue. You purred at the feeling, sinking into the water a bit as he stood up and spat straight into your throat as if he owned it.
Because he didâŠand you adored him for it.
âCome with meâŠâ Hyunjin grunted against your ear, not caring about the mess made, as he wrapped a strengthened arm around your waist to pull you from the cold bathwater. You helped lousy in excitement as he did, completely fine with being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of packed sugar cane. âI wasnât finished bathing-!â You start to scold him despite not having the heart or right mind to mean anything by it, but a tender prick of his fangs to the flesh of your thighs startles you into a fit of giggles.
âAnd I donât care anymore, my loveâŠâ
âCaâŠcâŠcanâtâŠâ you choked on your words, falling to pieces as Hyunjin laid his head between your legs, hair sheened with sweat as your fingers traveled through and gripped every strand it touched tight. âThird time a charm,â he muttered, all too focused on the task in front of him and unbothered by your shaking thighs and rolling hips. âN-no..â you protested in half-sought agony, unsure if heâd even heard you when he earned another shout of his name with a slow and deliberate swipe of his tongue pressed flat to your entrance. He let the wet muscle rest there for a second, nudging it into your creamy walls inch by inch until you tugged at his hair and groaned in pleasurable despair at the feeling.
He added to the pattern, tracing the inner folds of your cunt and circling your bundle of nerves in repetitive motions. You quivered every time, leaking cum onto the fresh linen, and overstimulated in every sense you had left.
Hyunjin groaned loudly, with a collared shirt falling from his broad shoulders and your legs lazily hanging over them. A tug in your hips brought your scented body an inch closer to his face before he buried himself in your cunt again. Licking, searching, and finding exactly what he wanted. You squirmed and tossed above him, gripping at anything soft and mailable to have a steadying grip, but you couldnât sit still or stay calm. Hyunjin wouldnât have it any other way, sinking his fangs into your plush thighs and the soft skin just above your left knee to keep you on edge.
âN-ngh ughâŠ.ah! Ah! Hy-HyunjinâŠâ you called for his attention, on the of unraveling, feeling his lips wrap around and suckle on your clit generously before his tongue went right back to exploring your insides in a practiced dance. He refused to settle down, looking up at you through fallen strands of dark and damp hair and devouring you with intent as your moans climbed to new octave before a scream tore from your throat at a final flick of his skilled tongue.
It nearly hurt how fast and how intensely heâd thrown you over the edge. A third instance is not more straightforward than the first two; a fourth is meant to top it all off immediately. You panted, feeling wild and shaken but unable to care as a buzzing heat flooded through your veins and leaked onto the sheets in arousal. It stained the soft fabric, your inner thighs -painting the darkened marks heâd left and smearing the trickles of blood heâd caused with small bites, and coated the bottom half of his face as he raised to hover above you.
You caught him in a delirious kiss, too tired to sit up and lock him in your arms but glad he felt no desire for you to do it. Hyunjin caved into you, letting your hands wander over his skin, across his shoulders, down his back, around his waist, and stopping right where his heart should beat in his toned chest.
There wasnât a throb of life left in him, and you trusted that he saw yours as valuable enough to change.
One dayâŠbut not yetâŠ
He answered your lingering question without a word, peppering the corner of your upturned lips with gentle kisses and soft sighs you returned. Your legs remained parted, allowing his free hand to lazily touch and spread your slick along the expanse of your cunt. âSuch a pretty little flower for meâŠso sweetâŠand so,â he trailed off, nudging your head to the side to sink his teeth into your heated neck, drawing blood and a pleased moan from you as he took slow sips of your blood.
âSoftâŠâ he finished.
His fingers plunged deep into your core, stretching the gummy walls within in slender but tasteful thrusts. You shook from the contrasting actions he was committing. Awed at how full he made you feel despite draining you in the same breath.
Was this the true love of an undead man?
Does the obsession of another once alive come back to life?
You hadnât the slightest clue to answer both inquires, fixated on watching his fingers pump into your soaked entrance as your head spinning from the lack of blood beginning to take effect. Hyunjin refrained from sucking you dry, driven mad by the taste of you no matter how he got it, but aware of your limits as part of the living. Still, he detached from your neck with a soft and crisp sound, focused on pulling another climax from you.
You were on the verge of another, lashes fluttering as the syllables of his name faded into breathy gasps as your high tiptoed closer, but the slow drag of his fingers from your cunt slowed it to a standstill. âNo..!â You yelp in disbelief, ready to shed tears if this was his way of putting a stop to your feigning for him, but your disappointment was short-lived and replaced with pleasant surprise as he shifted to kneel on the soiled sheets between your spread legs.
You watched in particular excitement as he stared you down, rolling his neck once to release tension in it, and licked the remaining droplets of your blood from the corner of his lips while reaching to undo the confines of his trousers. He said nothing as you marveled at the sight of his cock. Your face flushed a bit as he brought it into your view with his large hand wrapped around its inches more considerable length. You refused to speak a word, having imagined the sight of his cock more than once before, but speechless at its true nature being revealed.
Thick, full of stock, and neatly groomed.
You couldnât take your eyes off of it -merely glancing up at Hyunjin in awe when he leaned forward to press the length of it against your sensitive folds, but shifting your gaze right back to it as he passed over your folds.
âOh!âŠmmm..â you shuddered into a gasp and fell into a moan at the sensation. Your insides flipped and twisted, eager to know if his cock could reach new places youâd never forget. Hyunjin clicked his tongue, sparing a glance downward between your bodies before lowering his head to rest against yours, hips set back slightly to prod the tip of his length to your aching entrance. You whined, prepared for the stretch but intolerant of his ever-waning patience. âWeâll miss our first guests if we continue like thisâŠâ He hummed, sensing approaching carriages and steeds from afar in the low blizzard rousing the night air. You cup his face, eyes set on his as your lips curl into a coy smile. âLet them waitâŠLet them wonder where we are the whole night if thatâs what must be done..â
He raised a brow, licking his lips while his cock inched into your untouched entrance, watching the fall of your smile into a small âoâ shape as he did so. âYour wish is my command, Lady Hwang..â
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àšà§ pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader àšà§ word count: 3.5k àšà§ genre: lots of fluff, smidges of comedy, smut àšà§ tags: parents!au, married!au, established relationship!au, body (mostly chest) worship, pet names (love, bunny, baby, etc), oral (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, lactation kink, unprotected sex, down bad soobin essentially. àšà§ synopsis: Going out after having a baby should be a breeze. So what if you don't feel incredibly confident? So what if you both act like awkward teenagers on your first date? It's you and Soobin, and that's all that matters. âž bless my pals @lovetaroandtaemin, @xomakara, and @heesuncore for reading this behemoth ilysm
Why am I so nervous? You think to yourself as you swipe the mauve shade in your hand across your bottom lip. Its light pigment prevents staining, yet provides noticeable definition, just enough to stand out. Your hair is in a low bun, two stray bangs falling over your cheeks. With your makeup and floral midi dress, you feel confident enough to step out and leave the house without becoming riddled with anxious thoughts.
The demands of motherhood have been hefty, but you clean up well. And despite all the dirty diapers and staying awake pumping, youâre ready to spend one night simply as Soobinâs wife. Perhaps a night out in town with your husband is exactly what you both need after three months of being parents.
Itâs been picture perfect, without question. Minyoung has her fatherâs pout when she sleeps, your long eyelashes, and the softness of a human being well beyond her years. But, you canât deny that you miss the days where it was just you and Soobin in your own bubble.
Perhaps tonight, you can discover a balance where your old and new life blend harmoniously.
You step out into the living room to see Soobin with his mother, your daughter asleep in her grandmotherâs arms. Soobin holds a laundry list of instructions in one hand and her car-seat in the other, waving his hands in frantic motions. âShe usually naps like this for about two hours, but if she sleeps more, thatâs even better. And thenââ
Soobin stops short and looks back at you when he senses your presence. Your in-law and husband stare at you in disbelief. The frayed edges of your appearance from a few hours ago are nowhere to be seen.
Soobin looks at you like you hang the moon. His smile is small in the presence of his mother, him trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, but itâs âelectric. âYou look beautiful.â He sets the car-seat down on the floor to free his hand, reaching it out for you to take.
You do it gladly, smiling from ear to ear. Soobin also cleans up well, his button up tucked in his cargo pants. Heâs always dressed a bit like a dad in training, and now he fits the billâ. âYou donât look too bad yourself, Binnie.â
His face turns a shade of pink at the nickname, unable to hide your effect on him. He turns back to his mother and refers to the paper in his hand. âIf you need something that isnât in her diaper bag, pleaseâââ
âSoobin, I can handle it. Just spend the night with your lovely wife.â His mother winks at you and takes the car seat from him. âI promise to bring her back in the morning in one piece.â
You and Soobin kiss the top of Minyoungâs soft head and say your goodbyes, both of your hearts clenching. Itâs the first time youâve been apart from her for more than an hour or two, so the prospect is daunting, at the very least. âBe good for grandma, lilâ bun,â Soobin whispers to her sleeping figure.
When your mother-in-law leaves, Soobin looks back at you with a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and desire. âReady to go?â
You nod, sharing the same concoction of emotions. Most importantly, though, youâre relieved to finally have some alone time together. Wherever the night takes you is anyoneâs guess. âDefinitely.â
You both sit at the table in the restaurant like itâs your first date. Uncertain about what to expect once the meal ends, full of nerves and anticipation.
Soobin finds it hard to make eye contact with you, his eyes moving across the entire room. He canât help it when you look so beautiful. You always do, but tonight is different. Heâs been so stuck in the haze of being a new dad, itâs like heâs seeing you clearly again. Now, he doesnât know what to do with himself.
Youâve been married for half a decade, âyet every time he sees you, he falls deeper. Itâs the first time for him every second he gets to touch you, kiss you, tell you how much you matter to him.
With a child, his feelings have only amplified. He looks at Minyoung some mornings and sees all the features he loves about you and vice versa in one human, his pride as great as his love.
But, instead of revealing heâs in the throes of intense admiration for you in the small Italian restaurant, he turns his focus back to the menu in his hands and looks over the wine list.
The appetizer you shared a few minutes ago has made him thirsty for some alcohol, it seems. âI know you have water, but do you want some Pinot, too? Oh! They have Moscato! I know thatâs your favorite.â
Itâs the way his eyes light up and his mouth curves into that signature O that makes you giggleâ, unable to contain it.
âWhatâs so funny?â Soobin looks up from his menu with mirth.
âNothing at all, Binnie. Iâm just happy.â
Your chest pinches at his soft reaction to your words, him looking over his menu at you with bright eyes.
Soobin has always been a goofball, intentionally or not, but itâs what makes him the best partner, among his many qualities. He knows when to be serious, taking the reins when necessary, but heâs well-versed in lightening the mood when you need it.
Itâs surreal sometimes thinking about how you lucked out.
Suddenly, your thoughts cease thanks to the rising discomfort from your breasts. It started as an unnoticeable pinch when you gave your drink and light food order, but now itâs full-on pain erupting in your chest.
Why is it so uncomfortable?
You feel the droplets of milk settling into the fabric of your dress, your question answered in a flash.
The impending concern rises on Soobinâs face when he notices your scrunched-up brows and mouth. Then, he sees the two small wet patches forming on your chest. Immediately, he shucks off his jean jacket to give you. âHere baby, take this.â
A deep blush forms on your cheeks when you cover up with his garment. Youâre unsure how to broach the subject or the rest of dinner in this state, immediately self-conscious. âIâm sorry. This is so embarrassing, Iââ
âBaby, no. Donât be sorry, itâs normal.â Soobin says the words with so much empathy, you could cry from that alone. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and clean yourself up, not listening to the words that leave his lips in rapid succession. Youâre a mom. It happens to every mom at some point! I love you!
Soobin feels useless, knowing no words he says will assuage your shame. He decides now is as good of a time as any to check up on Minyoung. Itâs been almost three hours since heâs talked to his mother.
When the line rings, Soobin doesnât let it bother him. Minyoung probably needed a burping or night-time bath. No big deal.
By the second unsuccessful attempt at contact, his heart drops into his stomach. What if somethingâs wrong? As he tries to call for the third and fourth time, his thoughts spiral further.
What if his mother rushed out with Minyoung and she forgot to bring her cell because it was so serious? He knows babies usually are out of the woods for colic by the third or fourth month, but anythingâs possible, right?
Parental anxiety is one thing, a feeling Soobin knows well by now, but his instincts are usually spot-on. And something has to be going on if his mother isnât getting back to him.
You trot over to the table, tucking Soobinâs jacket tighter around your chest so it doesnât flap open. The event may have been embarrassing at the moment, but youâre ready to get the night back on track and focus on your husband.
You smile eagerly, not noticing the way Soobinâs face has gone stark white. âI think I got most of it, butââ
âWe have to go. Somethingâs wrong.â
You donât think twice, practically stealing Soobinâs keys from his pocket when he stands up. The two of you race out of the restaurant and to your little girl, your thoughts newly scrambled in the worst ways.
Soobin tries to knock on his parentsâ door without slamming his fist against the wood, but he canât help it. So many scenarios have built up in his head since his intuition kicked in. He could barely say one word on the drive to his motherâs. The silence was palpable in the air, both of your bodies filled to the brim with fear and regret for leaving her for one second.
Soobinâs mother answers the door with a shocked expression. âHoney, what are you twoââ
Soobin barrels past her and into the house. You follow hot on his heels. His pace is quick, his voice loud as he calls out Minyoungâs name like sheâs able to answer him back.
Then, you find Minyoung perfectly content. Soobinâs dad has her in his arms at the dinner table, feeding her a bottle of milk. âHey, kids. Why are you here?â
Soobin stutters when he responds. âM-Mom wasnât answering and weââ
âOh, lord.â You hear her deep groan pervade the small kitchen. âYou left the restaurant for that?â
âWhat were we supposed to think?â Your words are full of defense, lighthearted now that youâre not in panic mode. Were your worst thoughts so unexpected? You felt bad enough leaving your daughter alone with people you trusted just for a night of solitude. If something worse had happened, the guilt wouldâve been too much to bear.
Soobin rushes over to Minyoung and takes her from his fatherâs arms. Droplets of milk spill from her lips, but she doesnât care. She reaches up to touch Soobin, her little nails gliding across his face. âDaddyâs here, Minnie.â He presses his forehead to hers, smiling proudly. âIâm right here.â
You tear up at the image in front of you, relieved to see your baby girl out of harmâs way. Even if the harm was entirely imaginary, youâre calmer nonetheless.
Soobin walks towards you and kisses the crown of your head. âSorry I pulled a false alarm, baby.â
Although youâll never tell him, you donât mind that he did so. Heâs an incredible husband and father, always on alert for the two of you and putting his needs to the wayside. You have to remind him every day to also think of himself, and he appreciates you looking out for him in the same fashion.
You shake your head and move Minyoung from Soobinâs arms to yours. You kiss her chubby cheeks and she coos at the attention, the spitting image of her father. âDaddy is gonna be the death of me, isnât he, baby girl?â
Soobin chuckles into your hair and holds onto one of Minyoungâs fists with his palm. âNot if I can help it.â
âNow that you both have made sure sheâs okay, go back to your date night!â Your mother-in-law strides into the dining room to pluck Minyoung from your grip. Minyoung is more than comfortable with it, smiling widely into her grandmotherâs neck. âItâs rude enough that you both interrupted your dinner time and ours.â She turns to speak directly to Minyoung. âRight, sweetie? How dare they!â
âItâs officially off, I promise.â Soobin puts his phone in the glove-box once he parks the car in the downtown parking garage, determined to make the rest of the date night go off without a hitch.
You laugh and take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. âSo much for low-key and relaxing, right?â
âHey!â He points at you with his other hand. âItâs only 8 PM. The nightâs still young.â
âWell, weâre not gonna be able to go back to the restaurant now. Not after I practically gave out my milk for free.â You cover your face with the palm not wrapped in your husbandâs, but he takes that one too.
âStop it,â he chides with a stern pout. âEven if you leaked through your shirt every time we went out, youâd still be more beautiful than every other person on the planet.â
You tease, "You're just saying that."
âI mean it! Do you see how gorgeous and incredible Minyoung is? Thatâs half your handiwork.â
You roll your eyes, but your body lights from within at his words. âSheâs half yours too. You probably didnât notice, but every waitress was checking you out.â
Soobin blushes hard, suddenly shy. âThey were not.â
âYes, they were. I canât blame them, though. Parenthood has made you ten times sexier.â
Soobin quirks an eyebrow, the undercurrent of passion in your words unmistakable. He gets closer to you until your faces are barely an inch apart. His lips ghost over yours. âI could say the same about you. Iâve only had eyes for you, but even more so now that youâve had my baby.â
You gulp, noticing how hard your thighs are clenching in your seat. Soobin notices too, holding one of your knees in his hand with a smirk. âBinnie, Iâm not hungry for food anymore.â
He presses his lips to yours slowly. You moan into his mouth from such exquisite pleasure thatâs been long overdue. He glides his tongue in between your lips as he palms one of your breasts over his jacket. When he takes his mouth from yours, heâs breathing heavily. âI was gonna say the same thing.â
Itâs a clash of teeth and tongue when you make it inside the house. Hands run over curves and skin to take off the restricting clothing, appearances be damned.
You discard Soobinâs button-up somewhere in the hallway as he pulls your hair loose from your bun, clutching the strands at your nape to expose more of your neck. He riddles your skin with love bites before you even make it to the bedroom, but you both love it. How feral and frantic you are for one another, no children or external restrictions holding you back.
By the time your body hits the king-sized bed, all thatâs left on you, garments-wise, is your thin bralette and mismatched underwear. Soobin looks over your body with a hunger thatâs unshakeable. The poor manâs probably salivating at the mouth by now, just like you.Â
Ever since the doctorâs six-week ban on any physically strenuous activity, he couldnât imagine dry-humping without fear of hurting you. That timeline came and went in a flash, but with the fatigue of daily life, it seemed impossible to find time to be intimate.
Until now, that is.
âHow did I get so lucky? Youâre angelic.â Soobin spreads his palms out over your chest. His long fingers squeeze your breasts over the confines of your lingerie, making you moan. âI have to take this off, bunny. I need to see you.â
You feel heat pooling at your center from his gaze, his words, his touches on your skin. You unclasp the clips holding your bra together and flick it away, not breaking eye contact the entire time.
He used to be so shy during sex, and now he wastes no time unzipping his pants to touch himself. âFucking perfect,â he grunts, staring at the pebbling of your nipples and the volume of your tits from lactation. He spreads the pooling pre-cum in his hand to rub his cock earnestly.
You whimper and clench around nothing, the center of your underwear incredibly damp. Why did he get to have all the fun and leave you frustrated? âBinnie, please touch me.â
âGladly.â He uses the hand not holding his dick to yank your underwear off and throw them in a corner of your room. Once the fabric is gone, he dives in between your legs. His licks start small, kitten-like in their touch, but soon he grows hungrier, more dominant. Eating you out has always been one of his favorite things during sex, like it's the only thing he needs to do to sustain himself.
âYou taste amazing. You always do.â He stops jerking himself off to press two fingers inside of you without warning, mixing his essence with yours on his way to your warm and wet walls. His lips and tongue remain attached to your clit as he prods you soft and slow.
âGod, it feels so good.â You raise your hips to match the rhythm of his hand inside of you. Despite being eager to keep his mouth between your legs, you reach down for him, wanting to feel his lips on yours again. âI want you up here with me.â
Soobin smiles gently before crawling up the expanse of your body. He looks down at you, unable to hide how strong his desire runs in his veins. But instead of his declarations of love that heâs said a million times before, he greets you with a deep kiss to your lips and pushes his fingers back into your cunt.
You moan into his mouth. âJesus fuck, babe.â You whimper as he leans his head down to latch his mouth to one of your nipples, still ramming his hand deeper into you. Some milk sinks onto his tongue and dribbles past his chin, but he doesnât care. If anything, it turns him on more. His cock produces more pre-cum and spreads onto your bedsheets.
âI want you inside of me, Soobin.â You spread your legs wider for him to settle into, and he does.
He rubs the head of his cock across your slit before nestling inside fully, his mouth opening in a large gasp as he fills you. âIt always feels like the first time, bunny. Always so tight for me, fuck.â
His pace is reverent, driven by his lust, his love for you, and his desire to make this experience as incredible as it already is for him. He rubs your clit between his fingers, and your face contorts into absolute pleasure after a few minutes like that, privy to every feeling. When you fall apart, your body clenching around him in ecstasy, the moment is too beautiful for Soobin to handle. Itâs a picture he wants to tattoo on his heart forever.
You could have done anything in this life, and by his luck and the universeâs grace, you were led straight to him and have given him some of the greatest gifts he could ever ask for. Your love, your hand in marriage, your children.
He would follow you anywhere without question. And he may not always believe it, but he also holds all the same powers over you. Without him, the world would be a lot duller, no color to define the edges and details of the life that youâve built together. He makes it all worth it.
So when his next words leave his mouth, you canât help but agree with them, the thought too beautiful in the throes of your desire to say no to. âI want to fill you up, bunny. Have another baby with you, as many as you want. So beautiful like this, but youâre even more beautiful heavy and pregnant, shit,â he moans, eyes screwed shut as he chases his own orgasm.
âYes, Binnie, fill me up. Come inside of me, give me another. Pretty please?â
Those two words are his undoing, the blade that severs the cord thatâs been slowly tightening in his stomach since he saw you in your dress five hours ago. He spills inside of you, your insides hot with his release. He doesnât let any part of it go to waste, fucking it into you until his hips canât go for much longer.
He lies beside you, both of your chests heaving. And while the moment was an amalgamation of intense passion, you both look at each other and laugh like teenagers. It takes you back to that first night, the first âI love you,â all the first youâve shared and the ones that are yet to come.
âYouâre my best friend, you know that, right?â He rubs your bare arm as he stares deeply into your eyes, more in love than he was a second ago. âI could not have found anyone better to be my wife and my childrenâs mother than you.â He kisses you on the forehead, his lips featherlight. âI love you.â
You may be incredibly hormonal, any words that make your heart seize up more than likely to cause a well of tears in your eyes. But these donât. They make your heart lighter, shoot all your fears down, and quell any insecurities that have sprung to the surface since the two of you have become parents.
âI love you, Binnie. In this lifetime and all the other ones,â you respond. You snuggle into his chest, feeling the tempo of his heartbeat against your ear.
Everyone told you both how hard having kids would be. You know youâre not in the home stretch, not in the slightest, but with Soobin, no mountain youâll come across is insurmountable.
All because heâs yours and youâre his.
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WHO WANTS TO BE A DADDY | THE HUNGER GAMES HEADCANON
didnât think i would, but i absolutely loved thinking about this with thg boys. we only ever really see katnissâ opinion on parenthood in the books, and it was so much fun exploring other perspectives. iâd love to hear if you agree or if this feels all wrong, because thereâs no right or wrong answer really! also, i know most of you dislike gale but i really enjoyed exploring him in this lol.
CW: set post-rebellion, when life is finally peaceful and full of possibility. small couple lines at the end of each section about: how many & genders i think suits them best, and why.
includes: gale, finnick, peeta
warnings: none
gale would absolutely want to be a father, but just not for some time after the rebellion is won and over. i can see him moving back to the new district 12, building a new house for you both to live in, far away from the ruins he watched go up in flames. i think this would be his project for a while. it would be his way to grieve the loss of his old life, while focussing on building a new one. with you. i can see this being therapeutic for him, and i can see his younger siblings helping him with painting the walls and his mother cooking a meal for you to eat together once the project is complete. and as gale is eating in your new home with his family, i think he would realise that he no longer has to provide for them like he has since his dad died. they will be alright without him now, and he can finally live a life of his own. after his family goes back to their new home, i think he would finally tell you that heâs ready and wants to start this new chapter right away. but most importantly, he wants to start it with you.
i think gale would shine best with two boys, partly because he can fill the void his fatherâs death left in him, and to turn them into better men than he was growing up.
iâm going to defy canon and say that finnick doesnât really have a preference. i think his attitude would be that if it happens, it happens, and if it doesnât, thatâs fine too. it would be something heâd like fate to decide, i think. after all, finnick is much more interested in all things you than about what you can or canât give him. but thatâs not to say he wouldnât be completely overcome with excitement if you did happen to fall pregnant. i think he would occasionally wonder what your baby would look like, if it would have your eyes or his smile, and heâd spend a lot of his free time thinking of names that incorporate your favourite flowers and colours, just in case. but if you didnât ever fall pregnant, i can see him being equally content in taking the number one spot on the list of people that you love.
finnick is definitely great with kids. i think heâd shine best as a girl dad or as the fun uncle katniss and peetaâs kids see occasionally for holidays.
peeta has three priorities in life: propose to you, marry you, and then have beautiful babies with you. plural, because peeta has so much love for you that it couldnât possibly be contained to just you. no, he needs extensions of you, so that he can share his love with them, too. i think peeta would take his role as a husband and father incredibly seriously, and that would include cooking every meal for your family, organising family game nights every week, etc. but he would even do little things like filling up a vase with fresh flowers every week for you, crafting his own stories to read to your kids every night (and heâd definitely make a picture book to go along with it), and really taking the time to meet the emotional needs of your family. most of all, he wants to make the kind of loving family that he wished for but never had.
he would do best as a father to at least one girl and one boy, if not more. he would definitely make saturday mornings a baking day, with you and the kids helping to bake some treats for game night later that day.
papa peeta makes my heart melt honestly. like, comment, reblog. love <3
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How do you both spend quality time together.
Characters included: Aphelios, Ezreal, Hwei, Jayce, Jinx, Kayn, Sett, Viktor, Yasuo and Yone [separately] x Fem!Reader
Mari's notes: It's just a silly and cute post. The part of the text involving Sett and Yone was written with me particularly thinking about @nana2amuro <3
Aphelios
Walk under the stars: You both usually take night walks in a quiet place, looking at the stars and talking about dreams and future plans.
"The Moon is beautiful today" You spoke with joy, squeezing his hands affectionately. "It's in the same lunar phase as the night we met."
Aphelios nodded, smiling with his eyes before pulling your body against his, initiating a tender kiss.
Ezreal (Heartsteel)
Making a personalized playlist: Creating a playlist with songs that represent your relationship or special moments you have shared together was your idea not only to express your love but also to show that you appreciate how essential music is to him.
"This song was the first one from Heartsteel" You whispered against his neck as you cuddled.Â
"It's the song that was playing that night, remember? At that concert where I saw you in the audienceâ
"How could I forget the day we met?"
Hwei
Connection with art: Creating something together, whether painting or drawing, is something that connects you not only with art but with each other. You can spend hours searching for the best materials or the most vivid paints for your next canvas without getting bored.
"Do you think these shades of blue match the background of the painting?" You asked Hwei, bringing numerous containers overflowing with paint in your arms.Â
"Watch out!" Too late. You tripped and a bit of paint splattered on the canvas, besides staining your clothes.
âI'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't notice that the containers were ajarâ
"Hey, it's okay. The painting turned out more artistic this way and... Well, you still look incredibly beautiful even covered in paintâÂ
Jayce
Movie or series marathon: Choosing a series or movies that both of you love and spending hours watching them with treats, cuddles and kisses is essential to ensure a cozy moment away from everyday worries.
"Ah man, this protagonist is so stupid" He exasperatedly said, turning off the television.
"Jayce, are you really going to get mad at a character? It's just a movie, loveâ
"I prefer to cuddle with you while we kiss rather than waste time watching this cheesy movie."
"How can I deny you this?" You pulled him in for a kiss. "But you have to promise me that you'll watch the next movie I choose until the end."
Jinx
Self-care moment: Doing skincare with different face masks, moisturizing each other's hair, painting nails with different nail polish shades and trying out new makeup styles on each other is simply one of the funniest things you two can do together.
"Do you like this nail polish color, darling?" Jinx asked you, gently squeezing your shoulders before sitting down next to you.
"It's beautiful, but it's so hard to get a good finish."
"Nah, I'm an expert at this! Extend your hands, princess, your journey of just painting your nails black ends todayâ
Kayn
Game night: Having fun with simple activities, like board games or even card games, always creates a competitive atmosphere between the two of you, ensuring lots of laughter throughout the matches as well hugs and kisses for the winner.
âAha, I won! I want my kisses and cuddles immediatelyâ
"You cheated, Kayn! You broke about three rules from the game manual!â
âSilly detail. And does that make me less deserving of my girlfriend's attention?" You rolled your eyes.
"Come here then" You patted your thigh, inviting him to lie on your lap.
Sett
Making a memory album: Collecting photos of you both, keeping souvenirs from trips or even tickets from events to later create a physical album about the most important moments of your journey as a couple was a sweet and effective decision to record your love.
"Sett, look how cute this photo is!" You whispered, showing it to him.
"Oh heavens... That day was funny" His ears twisted in shame. "But I'm still embarrassed"
âAh, come on! You were sleeping in such an unusual position... Look, you were even hugging a stuffed animalâÂ
"Hey! Can you stop provoking me?â
"I'll stop, but this photo is definitely going in our album!"
Viktor
Spending the afternoon in a cozy café: On the rare occasions when you manage to get Viktor out of the lab, you take him to cafes. Sitting at a table in a pleasant environment to chat - even if for a few brief hours - enjoying the time together with a good cup of coffee, tea, or cappuccino is invigorating, especially for your workaholic boyfriend.
"Did you like their coffee, Vitya?" He nodded, placing the empty cup on the saucer.
"It's good, but I particularly prefer the coffee you make for me yourself."
His hand reached yours across the table, squeezing it gently before genuinely smiling at you. "Thank you for caring so much about me"
Yasuo
Meditating together: Itâs not uncommon for you to join Yasuo in his meditations to relax and share a moment of calm and harmony.
"Yasuo, dear, I was wondering if you would like to go-â Seeing that your boyfriend was in deep meditation, eyes closed and face focused, you blamed yourself for interrupting him. "I'm sorry" you whispered, turning your back to leave.
"Come, meditate with me"
"Are you going to hold my hands while this happens?"
"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" He sighed, still with his eyes closed, but with a slight smile forming on his lips.
Yone
Writing love letters: You write cute letters or notes to each other, expressing your most intimate feelings and then keep them to read later.
"What is this, love?" You asked, kissing him softly on the lips before showing the small envelope in your hands.
âAh, that? A letter I wrote about you during a difficult dayâŠâ
"Can I read it?"
"Of course, but don't blame me if I sounded too cliché in the text." He ruffled your hair in a delicate manner.
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Beyond Words
Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Summary: âTough day?â Remus asked, turning slightly to watch you more closely. You shrugged. âKind of. Just⊠a lot of noise. I needed a little peace.â âWell, you came to the right place.â
Warnings: none
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The night at Hogwarts was peaceful, except for the distant sound of conversations and laughter coming from the Gryffindor Common Room. After a particularly busy day, all you wanted was a moment of peace, away from the noise and distractions. So, you climbed the stairs toward the Astronomy Tower, where you knew you could find the silence you longed for.
When you opened the heavy door, the first thing you saw was a familiar silhouette sitting on one of the stone benches under the faint light of the stars. Remus Lupin. He was bent over a book, his brown hair falling softly over his forehead as his eyes scanned the pages. You paused for a moment, hesitating.
âIf youâre going back to the noise down there, donât even think about it,â he said without looking up from the book, but there was a playful smile in his voice.
You sighed lightly, crossing your arms. âI didnât say anything.â
âYou didnât need to. I know you,â he replied, carefully closing the book and finally lifting his gaze to you. That warm, curious brown stare made your heart race every time. He smiled, the kind of smile that seemed reserved only for you. âCome here.â
Remus slid over to make room on the stone bench for you to sit. Despite your initial reluctance, you walked over to him, sitting down with a heavy sigh.
âTough day?â he asked, turning slightly to watch you more closely.
You shrugged. âKind of. Just⊠a lot of noise. I needed a little peace.â
âWell, you came to the right place,â he said softly, pulling something from his robe pocket. He held out his hand and, without saying anything, handed you a small piece of chocolate.
You raised an eyebrow, taking the treat. âYou carry chocolate everywhere?â
âOf course,â he answered casually. âYou never know when someone might need a little comfort.â
You chuckled softly, shaking your head, but accepted the chocolate gratefully. The sweet and comforting taste was exactly what you needed. Silence fell over you both again, but it wasnât uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was the kind of silence that only someone like Remus could make possibleâa silence where you could simply exist.
He opened the book again, but his attention clearly wasnât on the pages. He kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, as if studying you.
âYouâre staring at me,â you commented without taking your eyes off the starry sky.
âItâs because youâre beautiful,â he said without hesitation.
You turned your face toward him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âYou never get tired of saying that, do you?â
âTo tell the truth? No,â he replied, smiling with that calm way of his that made it impossible to stay mad at him.
You shook your head, trying to hide how fast your heart was beating. He had this way of making even the simplest moments feel special, like they were just for the two of you.
After a while, Remus closed the book again and set it aside. He turned completely toward you, resting his elbow on his knee while propping his chin in his hand.
âDid you know that this is my favorite thing about you?â
You blinked, surprised. âWhat?â
âThis,â he said, pointing slightly at you. âThe way you can turn any place into something peaceful. Even if the day was a mess, even if Iâm exhausted⊠you make everything seem easier.â
âMe?â you asked, incredulous.
âYou,â he confirmed, his brown eyes shining with sincerity. âEven the silence with you feels special.â
For a moment, you couldnât say anything. Not because you didnât know how to respond, but because it seemed impossible to put into words how much he meant to you. He was everythingâa ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, a constant in a world full of uncertainties.
âI⊠I like you too,â you finally said, your voice softer than you intended.
He smiled, the kind of smile that made the world seem lighter. âWell, thatâs convenient, considering weâre dating.â
You huffed, trying to keep up the air of indignation, but the heat rising in your face and the corner of your mouth betraying a smile didnât help at all. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âI hear that a lot,â he replied, tilting his head slightly, the playful tone softening his expression.
For a moment, you just stared at each other, the kind of silence that felt full of unspoken things, but things that didnât need to be said. Then, before you could censor yourself, you let slip: âItâs just that you make everything seem so⊠easy.â
Remus raised an eyebrow, surprised. âEasy? Me?â
âYes, you,â you repeated, feeling your face heat up even more. âYou have this⊠thing. This way of making everything seem like itâs going to be fine. Even when it shouldnât. Itâs annoying.â
He laughed, that low, cozy laugh that seemed to fill the entire space. âI think that was the strangest compliment Iâve ever received.â
âIt was sincere,â you shot back, looking at the sky to avoid his gaze. âAnd donât get used to it. I donât do this all the time.â
Remus didnât respond immediately. Instead, he leaned a little closer until you finally turned to face him again. His brown eyes were shining, a mix of affection and something deeper that made your heart stumble.
âYou know I adore you, right?â he said softly, the tone so sincere it almost hurt.
You tried to laugh, but the intensity of his words caught you off guard. âAre you sure about that?â
âI am,â he said without hesitation. âAnd Iâll keep saying it until you truly believe it.â
Without thinking, you leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his lips. It was brief, but sweet, the kind of gesture that said more than any words could. When you pulled back, you saw he was smiling againâthat smile that was all his, soft and charming.
âWas that an argument?â he asked, the playful tone returning.
âMaybe,â you replied, trying to hide how nervous you were, but the smile on his face told you he knew.
He extended his hand, his fingers gently brushing against yours before holding them. The scars on his skin were rough, but the touch was gentle, almost reverent. You knew he didnât like drawing attention to the marks, but to you, they were just another part of himâanother thing to admire.
âYouâre beautiful, you know?â he said, his eyes fixed on yours.
âRemus,â you murmured, feeling your face heat up again.
âIâm serious,â he insisted, intertwining his fingers with yours. âItâs not just the way you look at me, or how you can understand everything without me having to say anything. Itâs how you pay attention to everything, like now. I see the way you look at me, and that⊠means more than you think.â
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat. âI⊠I just⊠really like you. A lot.â
He tilted his head, curious. âHow much?â
You sighed, knowing you couldnât escape. âEnough to think you deserve more than just this.â
Before he could respond, you moved closer again, holding his face in your hands. You ran your thumbs gently over the scars on his cheeks, looking at him with all the intensity you usually hid. âI really do adore you, Remus Lupin. Even the little, silly details.â
The surprise in his eyes lasted only a moment before it melted into something even softer. He held your hands, lightly kissing the palm of one of them. âThen weâre even.â
You laughed, but before you could say anything, he leaned in, kissing you with a sweetness that seemed to take all the air from your lungs. It wasnât rushed or intense, but filled with a tenderness that said everything he felt.
When you pulled apart, he was still close, his forehead resting against yours. âYou know thereâs no turning back now, right? Youâre stuck with me.â
âAm I?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, but you couldnât stop the smile that escaped.
âCompletely,â he replied, his smile matching yours.
And as you stayed there, tangled up in each other under the starlight, the world felt quieter, simplerâlike nothing else mattered but the two of you.
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An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo - âPart Fourteen â
MDNI- Explicit sex/dirty talk/possessive Gojo- Do not read if you haven't read part Thirteen- major spoilers after the cut- we are heading to the end OMG <3 Masterlist - will be out on Christmas Eve!
âLook at me when you cum for me, Duchess. I want to see those beautiful eyes roll back in pleasure, just for me.â His voice is a low growl, a quiet demand, you struggle to focus, feeling the pressure coil in your tummy.
You lock eyes with him, feeling the connection between you grow stronger with each passing second, the passion and the love that abounds and grows every day, somehow even the dirtiest words that spill from his mouth are sweet. Pretty little slut is sweet to your ears, the squishing of your wetness on his cock is beautiful especially when your husband looks at you like this.
Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave then, spreading all over your body, your cries echoing loudly while one of his hands squeezes your throat, watching you fall apart all over him. Your walls are convulsing around his cock, youâre barely able to hold yourself up anymore.
âMine, mine, mine.â He grunts with every thrust, releasing your throat now, you nod quickly, gasping for a greedy breath.
âY-yours.â You whisper, he needs it, and you need this, after everything to know who you belong to, and who he belongs to.
The grip on your hips tightening, his beautiful eyes never leaving yours, when you feel him thickening, hear the catch in his breath, the crease between his brows, you know heâs close. You press his back against the velvet carriage seat, taking a breath and rocking up and down his length again, he lets you take control, watching you hungrily.
âGod, fucking look at you.â You feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, as his hands press against your stays, the fabric marking your skin, as he watches you with a lidded gaze.
âW-want you to cum for me, Toru. Please.â Your plea earns his lips slamming on yours, and he pins you down fully on his entire length, groaning into your mouth as he finds his release.
His hot spurts of cum fill you, and his throbbing cock edges you again, youâre falling with him, hopelessly into him in the little carriage, arms wrapping around your waist as he keeps pumping his cum deeper. You feel tears falling on your cheeks, legs shaking as you ride him slower and slower, as he fucks you both through the aftershocks and youâre both trembling messes.
âHow are you so sexy? What you do to me?â He murmurs now, you giggle a bit, breathless, he eases out of your sore cunt, your cum and his dripping out of your little hole and onto him.
âWhat you do to me. Having me act so wanton and scandalous.â You tease, he chuckles a bit, sighing and cupping your face with two hands.
âDo you know what I wish, Duchess?â
âWhat is it, Satoru?â You both adjust yourselves somewhat, he turns you so you are sideways in his lap, pressing kisses all over your face.
âThat we could redo our wedding. That I could⊠fix it.â You hear the emotions in his throat, you sigh, nodding then. âThat you didnât hate that night, that you werenât crying on the fucking floor.â
âSatoru we are so far past it-â
âIt does not matter, I will hate myself for it forever.â
You take his hand, pressing a kiss on the back of his knuckles, feeling emotions capture your heart. âWe need not think on it, I do not hold any resentment any longer in my heart.â
âI want to do it over. I want a true wedding, I want a honeymoon⊠I want so much more for you than I gave.â You feel his heart racing under your palm as it rests on his chest over his dress shirt. You watch the man you adore have to handle what he has done, and all you can do is try to reassure him you do not hold anything against him, but he has to live with it.
âDo not endlessly punish yourself, I want us to be happy.â He exhales, shaking his head, hand stroking your back gently.
âThis will help me, please agree to it.â
âAgree to what exactly, Satoru? What do you need?â
âI want to marry you because we want to, not because we were forced to, even though lord knows I couldnât be happier I am with you. I want it for us, and us only. I want to carry you over that threshold, in my fucking arms. I want to make love to you on our wedding night, and have you fall asleep in my bed, and wake you up licking and kissing every inch.â His voice gets more hoarse with every word, and your heart is racing, your chest rising and falling with each breath.
âSatoruâŠâ
âNo, Princess, I need this. I need you to feel desired and loved like you were supposed to, like I should have.â He swipes tears that fall down your cheeks, you feel like youâre spinning, like youâre dizzy, like youâre in a dream.
âWe have it now, I feel your love now. I feel it burning for me, as I burn for you, I feel you everywhere.â He gulps, adamâs apple bobbing.
âI know you do, but I need to show you what I should have given you, fuck what you deserve. You deserved to be happy that night, looking so beautiful, so hopeful just for me to crush you.â Youâre sobbing now, as the pain sinks in, itâs almost as if you cannot imagine Satoru did it.
âI want to pretend it did not happen.â He shakes his head.
âIt did happen, I did those things. I need to right them, to do it all over, to take you far the fuck away from here, somewhere beautiful, fuck you on every surface and feed you and pamper you. Like the Princess you are to me.â His words make you dizzy, images flitting your mind.
âYou already make me feel that way, I swear you do.â You murmur, he takes your hand then, thumbing the pearls of the ring on your delicate finger.
âI want to marry you again, it can be just us two. But I want it, and I need it, to take you away and give you everything, to make it special for you. You deserve that and more. Let me show you my love, please, marry me because you want to, because I want you to. Because I love you so deeply it kills me, because I cannot imagine a life without you.â
âSatoru!â You are a sobbing mess now, kissing him over and over, nodding and sniffling as he holds you to him, so tightly you cannot breathe, youâre nodding weakly, and heâs smiling against your lips then.
âWill you marry me, Duchess? Truly marry me this time?â
YEPPPP it's happening <3 This will be an emotional and beautiful chap for these two, as well as ofc the drama- we have the ball w/ King Sukuna and Adelia (this is set after the two leave the ball) There are only two parts left after this ahhhh
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Sanne on the topic of femjay... do u think she'd like giving gifts? I feel like she's the type to shower u in gifts and act like it's nbd she didn't even think about it when she got it for u (she is lying)
ok anon I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant buuut it's kinda related? anyway i was inspired so please enjoy awkward arkham knight femjay who doesn't know how to interact with her old best friend/girlfriend when she returns from the dead so she starts leaving gifts instead. i â€ïž my weirdo wife
ak!female!jason todd x fem!reader.
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Someone has been leaving you presents.
Normally, you'd be freaked out. Probably, you should be freaked out anyway. How someone knows your exact dress size and what chocolate you like and your favorite flowers and your birthstone... well, it would scare anyone.
But. But the thing is. Every gift and every placement of the gift feels very familiar. It feels like the habit of an old love. Because she used to do the same. Pretty rocks or flowers found on patrol. A t-shirt for the band you liked. A kiss.
It feels like training, like muscle memory: here is how to break in without breaking anything. Here is how to leave a scene undisturbed. Lessons that a friend shared with you.
A friend you loved. A friend you mourned.
The dresses are beautiful and certainly not cheap. But they have a familiarity to their design. They're extravagant, fairytale dresses that you dreamt of wearing when you were young. Dresses you have no reason to wear now.
They aren't revealing or risqué either, and that comforts you too, even though it probably shouldn't. Bruce would be upset at your lack of self-preservation.
This is you living in the past. This is hoping for the impossible.
The jewelry is also beautiful and nothing you could wear to work or to a grocery trip. It's all necklaces and bracelets heavy with diamonds or emeralds or sapphires. But there's a single ruby ring you've received, and it's plainer than everything else. You wear that regularly, even though that definitely encourages your admiring stalker.
The gift-giving is random but they never go more than two weeks without a visit. And there's no note, no demand, nothing. It's like you have an invisible pet raven who likes bringing you trinkets that cost more than your rent.
After the seventh gift, you plan a trap. You want to face this admirer, show that you're not afraid. Well, you're a little afraid. Mostly, it's fear at the fact that you haven't called the police or Batman, even though you and Batman haven't been simpatico for a long time.
No, something stops you. The hand that leaves your gifts is a hand you know. You're certain of it.
You set up a camera behind your shuttered closet, then leave for the day.
You return to the camera gone and a beautiful gold carved statue of a dove. And a note.
Not yet.
Well, fine. You can wait. You're mad because that camera wasn't cheap, but you can wait.
Weeks pass. Gifts arrive. You make a batch of cookies as a thank you on one occasion. Three cookies are missing when you come home. You smile.
Then the night comes.
You don't know how you know it's the night you'll meet them. You just have a feeling. You've written them notes, certain they've been received. No notes have arrived for you besides the one from all those weeks ago.
You put on one of the dresses, a delicate, frilly blue creation that shows your shoulders and neck. You finish it with the sapphire necklace, one of the first gifts you received.
She slips in through your window and freezes when she sees you, even though you know she timed it so you'd be home when she came.
"Hi," you say.
She doesn't speak. She approaches you slowly, carefully. She's very tall, very muscular. Her face is covered with an intricate helmet and she wears similar armor on her body. A new hero in Gotham? Or a villain?
"Do I know you?" you ask.
She shakes her head. You study her for a moment. Glowing eyes stare back. You can't tell if she's lying. It seems like she means it: you don't know her.
"But you know me?"
Your admirer hesitates. Then she nods.
You close the distance until you're a foot apart. Her breathing remains steady but her fingers are restless.
"I like the gifts," you say. "Though I'm confused why you're giving them to me."
Her fingers still. She says nothing.
"A friend used to give me gifts too," you say quietly.
You're both startled. Why did you say that? You don't know.
"You don't want to hurt me," you say.
She shakes her head fiercely.
Suddenly, you want her to touch you. You lift your head and expose your neck. You can tell she's tracking the movement. It sends a thrill down your spine. Maybe something's wrong with both of you.
"Do you like your necklace on me?" you ask.
Touch it. Touch me. Prove you aren't a ghost.
You hear her swallow and inhale shakily. She reaches for you and lightly touches the gold chain around your neck with one gloved finger. You close your eyes. A name falls from your lips. God, you miss her.
The window creaks. You open your eyes. She is gone.
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Not Another Hallmark Christmas Story
@sirenarts
My dear Siren, happy Solstice, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year! I am your Secret Santa!
Please enjoy this dark Christmas story.
Summary:
Azriel Singer is my boss. My harsh, unpleasant, demanding boss. A boss that I want to avoid at all costs, but it's proving harder than I imagined. He's infiltrated almost all aspects of my life and there is no escaping him. Now, it's Christmas, and what I did not expect was having him in my house, uninvited and unwanted. But Azriel Singer doesn't care. He takes what he wants. And I fear that perhaps, he wants me?
A dark Christmas story where the hero is more of an anti-hero and consent is dubious.
*this fic is inspired by 'If I Can't Have You' by deathsdoll
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Chapter One
There she was.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
Exquisite.
Soft and full, and just the right height.
She was everything I was looking for and if I couldnât have her, I didnât want anything else.Â
My fingers itched to touch her.Â
I wanted to bring her home with me immediately and adorn her in all the finery that I had prepared for her.Â
Iâve been waiting. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the opportunity to snatch her. Waiting to make her a part of my home, eager to have her greet me every time I stepped over the threshold and to be the first thing that I saw in the morning. Sheâd scent my apartment with her delicate aroma and would sparkle with a million lights.
I rubbed my hands excitedly.
This one was mine!
All About Last ChristmasÂ
The blustery wind of Chicago winter was unforgiving today. It was only 4:53 pm but it was already pitch dark outside and soft snowflakes swirled lazily in the glare of streetlights. I had all but clawed my way out of the office this earlyâwas it early? ârequesting a 4:30 pm leave weeks in advance.Â
My dreadful manager, Azriel Sebastian Singer, pursed his lips, like he was sucking on a lemon, when I encountered him in the hallway on my way out of the office.Â
âLeaving early, Elain, is not how you get ahead,â he told me then.
âSorry, Azriel,â was all I said. Why did I say that I was sorry? I wasnât sure. I didnât do anything improper or incorrect, but somehow, under his scrutiny, I always felt the need to apologise. For what? I didnât know.
âHave a good day then,â he tossed dismissively.
Day. Not night. Because unless I left before 7 pm, it was âdayâ to him. And therefore, I was âslackingâ.Â
âThank you, Azriel,â was all I said. âYou too.â
He strode off without further glance, his hand in his pocket, his perfect dark navy suit barely creased.
God, how I detested him. Avoidance has been my preferred and best option when it came to interacting with Mr. Singer, but as he was my direct supervisor, that often proved challenging. However, this time around, I did my due diligence. Iâd emailed him weeks in advanceâweeks, for godâs sakeâonly to request a reasonable leave on a Friday in early December. It was frustrating when he didnât respond for four days and that forced me to ping him again, sending a gentle reminder.Â
His response was predictably terse: If you must.Â
Thatâs how he responded, if you must. Well, yes, I must. Problem was that it wasnât exactly an answer. Was it a âyes, if you mustâ or âIâd rather you didnât, but if you mustâŠâ? He was impossible to read and I had no idea what his answer actually meant. The most logical assumption was that it was a âyesâ, however, when it came to Azriel Singer, assumptions were a death trap.Â
Hence, I was forced to face him, and ask the question directly.Â
I really don't know why he filled me with so much anxiety. Perhaps, it was because of his superior bearing, and how he seemed to judge everything I did. Maybe itâs his look, intense and scrutinising, the eyes that seemed to be always watching. Maybe it was because he was alwaysâŠexcellent, at everything. No matter what, he just had Itâas far as I knew, he jumped from promotion to promotion with remarkable ease, and nothing seemed impossible for him. He dressed well. He smelled delicious. He knew everything there was to know about sports, wine, whiskey, eating, cars, art, music, politics. He knew how to speak to anyone, about anything. He was never awkward, or unsure. And if he wasâthough I refused to believe itâhe never showed it.Â
But with all that excellence came arrogance, and unreasonable demands, and impossible standards. He didnât tolerate imperfection at work. He didnât accept sloppiness. Iâd seen him send more than one associate home in the middle of the day because they werenât wearing suits. âWe are Night Capital Management, not Sizzlerâ was his favourite expression when he berated someone for untidiness or incorrect data. And gosh, have I been on the receiving end of that critique!Â
Redo, and pages marked up in red.
You are better than this
Sloppy work
Yep, that was pretty typical feedback from Azriel Singer. He never offered an explanation willingly. Never provided guidance.Â
He justâŠwaited.
He watched me and he waited.
And when my tongue wouldnât move in my mouth, and tears pricked my eyes, and I couldnât bear to ask him for help, he simply ordered âFix thisâ and left me to break my head trying to figure out what the issue was.
On Monday, I couldnât wait any longer. âIf you mustâ wasnât cutting it. Iâd wracked my brain all weekend long trying to figure out how to avoid him, and still get the âearlyâ leave permission, but ultimately, I decided to man up and just ask directly. And still I stalled until almost 5 pm, before finally mustering enough courage to walk to his office.
He was seated behind his large deskâdevoid of any personal items, of courseâstaring at his computer. Uncharacteristically, his suit jacket was off, and the sleeves of his pale blue shirt were rolled up almost to the elbows, exposing his thick, muscular forearms. And the scars. Of course everyone was aware of the scars, though not the story behind them, but when I glanced at his arms, I realised just how far the burn scars extended. It wasnât just his hands. Streaks of glossy scar tissue reached almost to the elbow.
He glanced at me, and then followed my gaze and when he saw me looking at the scars he actually shifted in his chair. Didnât say anything, but his expression hardened.
âAzriel, sorry to bother you,â I told him, because he hasnât said a word just watching me stand there. âBut, do I have your approval for Friday, the 5th. To leave a little earlier?â
âDidnât I already give it to you?â he asked indifferently.Â
âUmmm, I guess,â I responded stupidly.
âYou guess?â he repeated. âDid you not get my email?â
âI did,â I stammered. âI just wanted to confirm.â
âWell, perhaps if you need verbal confirmation to emails, then you might as well not bother with them and just run back and forth asking me in person,â he suggested.
I flushed.
God, he was an asshole.
âOkay then,â what else was I supposed to say to him, other than call him names? âThanks.â
Just as I turned to leave, he suddenly asked, âWhere are you going?â
âWhat?â That was a weird question. âI amâŠback to my cube?â
âNo, I mean on the 5th? Are you going somewhere?â he asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms on his chest, effectively covering the scars, though I saw the gesture for what it wasâhe was uncomfortable.
âNo, not really. I just have some things to do,â
âAnd the weekend isnât enough time for you to do those things?â he pressed.
I didnât know why he suddenly decided to interrogate me about this.Â
âI justâŠâ I sighed. âJust things, for Christmas,â
âYou are taking time off work to do Christmas shopping?â he actually raised a brow in my direction.
âIs it so unusual?â I demanded at last, losing my patience with him. Why was this any of his business anyway?
âSo you are going Christmas shopping? Alone?â he repeated.Â
Alone? Why did he care if I was going alone? âUm, yes. I have things to take care of, alone.â
He hummed under his breath, sizing me up with his heavy gaze.Â
âIs that so?â
His probing questions drove me crazy. What did he want?
âAre you going to tell me then that Graysen Nolan taking the same day off has nothing to do with this?â
Graysen?
This was about Graysen? I was bewildered by the mention of our co-worker. Graysen Nolan was an analyst on the team, and yes, heâd been flirtatious with me during meetings and lunches, and had even attempted to ask me out, but I wasnât particularly interested.
There was nothing wrong with himâhe was handsome, in a preppy boy sort of way. Tall, but not as tall as Azriel, fit, with a heap of brown hair on top of his head which made him look like a llama. Great teeth and blue eyes. I had nothing against Graysen, but I was too mentally exhausted and stressed out to really consider any kind of dating right now. Especially someone from my own team.Â
And I guess that I was right to do so, considering the interrogation that Azriel was putting me through currently.Â
âYou know that interoffice romances arenât encouraged,â Azriel reminded me sternly, watching for my reaction.Â
âI know that,â I said quickly. âI am notâŠI am not with Gray. I am not with anyone. I am not dating,â it all came out in one sentence. IamnotwithGrayIamnotwithanyoneIamnotdating. I sounded deranged. But I wanted to make sure that Azriel didnât think that there was any impropriety happening on his team and that I wasnât involved with a coworker.
He sighed at last, seemingly relieved.
âGood to know. We wouldnât want you dating. AnyoneâŠâ
âNo, no,â I agreed quickly.
He sighed again and finally nodded, âAlright then, have fun.â
âThank you, Azriel.â
He didnât mention it for the rest of the week, but as I was leaving today, he just happened to appear in the hallway and offered his unhelpful rebuke about leaving early and my career.Â
Itâs not that Azriel Singer was an awful man. He wasnât. It would be unfair to characterise him that way. In fact, to most, he was irresistible: at a towering 6â5, he was muscular and extremely fit, his expensive dark suits always bespoke and made to accentuate his excellent physique. He carried himself confidently and with natural ease, and despite being a quiet man, who never said more than necessary, I also watched just about everyone at the office gravitate towards him. He was magnetic in how he moved about, his head bobbing above the line of cubicles, his voice distinct and attractive because of its deep, gravelly quality and timbre. But it was the face that really was unforgettable. Listen, I might not like him, but I am realistic. The man is devastating. Cheekbones that could cut glass, and a jawline as sharp as a knifeâs edge. Big hazel eyes, more green than brown and full lips which softened the cruel set of his mouth.Â
He was the kind of man who succeeded in everything, it would seem. Men were desperate for his approval and women were desperate for his attention.Â
I donât really know when it started. I suppose a year ago, last December.
At the last Christmas party, held at the enchantingly lovely The North Pond, there was a trivia game that our Senior Managing Director Rhys Darling had organised, and insisted that everyone partake in. There were groans and moans of discontent and no one wanted to go against Azriel, until they pushed me forward and told me that âyou are so smart, you can take himâ. Itâs not that I am exceptionally smart, though Azriel and our Director seem to think so, but the questions were relatively easy, and if you had a good memory, you could take Azriel on. I didnât want to. I really didnât. I didnât want to be scrutinised by those hazel eyes and I didnât want to see that tiny smirk on his lips. I wouldâve rather disappeared completely. But I played along and both of us received the same scores. I think that he was surprised that we came head to head. I wasnât surprised, but I didn't let him or anyone know that. Azriel only won because of âsudden deathâ and he shouted the correct answer a fraction of a second before me. The question was trickyâwhat country that doesnât directly border the US (aka Canada and Mexico) is closest to America? Everyone was shouting their incorrect answers, most assuming that it was Cuba. A good guess, but an incorrect one. Apparently, only Azriel and I knew the right answerâand he was just a hair faster than I. In case you were wondering, itâs Russia. Only about two miles separates Russia and the US. I know, itâs a fun factâuse it at your own holiday party next.Â
My colleagues seemed surprised, but they yelled excitedly and High Fived me, like we were at a frat party and not at the North Pond. I supposed that considering the amount of money the company was plunking into this party, a little yelling was allowed. Besides, we rented out the whole restaurant.
It was then that heâd approached me, after a good fifteen minutes of humble bragging about how he is âjust a dilettanteâ. I mean, who even uses âdilettanteâ? I noticed a few confused glances, and spotted a couple of people reaching for their phones to check on the meaning of the word.
In case anyone's wondering, a dilettante is a person who cultivates an area of interest, such as the arts, without real commitment or knowledge. A dabbler.
âElain, a word.â
I remember how I shuddered back then. It was involuntary. I couldnât help it.
The dreaded expression. It haunted me. Haunts me to this day, really.
Let me explain a little about my background.
I am twenty-seven years old, born and bred in Chicago. I didnât go away to school, but attended Northwestern, before being accepted to the Kellogg School of Business. I received my MBA and at 26 joined Night Capital Managementâone of the top five investment firms in the world. The fancy description of what we do is that we provide investment, advisory and asset management solutions. The short of it is simpleâwe manage money. Everyoneâs heard of BlackRock, Vanguard, State Street, CitadelâŠWe are like that, only more exclusive.Â
I was hired as a Senior Financial Analyst, in Asset Management specifically. Obviously investments have to do with how to invest the money, advisory is where to invest it and asset management is all about growing the existing funds. And thatâs what I doâI run reports, analyse risks, look at projections and calculate the best possible financial option for my clients. Well, our clients. I am not a hedge fund manager. I am just an analyst.Â
The actual manager is Azriel Singer.
When I was interviewing for the positionâseven rounds, no less! âthankfully, he wasnât in his role yet. He was still a senior manager, a step below what he currently is, which was the manager of an entire fund. For lack of a better term, Azriel Singer 'inheritedâ me, and heâs been tormenting me ever since his promotion back 13 months ago.
âElain, a word.â
And thatâs how we met.
I didnât know who he was. I was in my role only for two months, so I was still getting my bearings and learning who was who and what was what. We received an email regarding him being promoted and that it would be effective in 90 days. We then received another email, this time from him, stating that he was looking forward to meeting us and that weâd be part of his team. Heâd schedule individual introductions with each one and discuss âdeliverablesâ and âperformance expectationsâ.Â
I raised my eyes from my screen and was faced with an enormous looming presence, which threw a shadow over my cubicle. He stood there, like some warrior of oldâhuge, broad-shouldered, pristine, but also wild somehow, his arms so big, they were like tree trunks. He was just so big. And I caught myself thinking that Iâd never met a man more handsome than him ever in my life. It was almost obscene.Â
I blinked at him.Â
He just looked down, his gaze both disinterested and intense. His eyes, forest-green and brown like hazelnuts, considered me for a long time, as he assessed me wordlessly. I didnât know what to say, or who he was, and why he was standing here.Â
âElain?â he asked at last.
âYes?â my voice came out sounding thin and small.Â
âA word,â he said impassively.
I swallowed. Suddenly, my throat felt impossibly dry.Â
âYes?â
âBetter be done in my office,â he ordered curtly, and then turned around and headed down the hallway, expecting me to follow him.
I jumped up from my seat, still unsure of what he was and who he was, though I suspected that this was my new boss.
His wide, powerful back flexed with muscles beneath the dark charcoal suit that he was wearing. I could see that the suit was bespoke, and British. My younger sister Feyre is a fashion designer and I know all about various styles and cuts of suits, because menswear has very rigorous schools of design. You could never mistake a Caraceni for a Henry Poole.Â
He didnât look back to see if I was following. I suppose he just expected me to.Â
The name plaque outside the door said Azriel S. Singer, Esq.Â
So he was a lawyer too. Great.
By the time I reached the office, he was already inside, seated behind his bare desk, a wall of windows behind him, overlooking downtown Chicago.Â
Quite the corner office he got.
âSit,â he told me. I sat.
He folded his hands on his stomach, lacing the fingers together and I noticed the scars. Obviously I said nothing. He made me nervous. His presence was dark and overwhelming, like he swallowed the air around him.
âElain Archeron, a Senior Analyst,â he stated the obvious. âYou started in Investments, worked there for three months and then were recommended to Asset Management. Thatâs quite a quick promotion.â
âI wasn't promoted,â I argued quietly.Â
He shot me an unamused glare, silencing me and making it known that he wasnât pleased with my interruption.
âNevertheless you are here now.â
I nodded just once.Â
âI usually don't do this with my subordinates,â he said meaningfully, implying that I was the exception. âBut I will do this for you. Ask me anything.â
âPardon?â
âYou have two minutes of my time. Ask me anything.â
I felt hot and was sweating beneath my black jumper. I had no idea what his game was and why he was bothering me, and I certainly didn't have any questions for him, but I knew that he was expecting something. Something smart. Something that he wouldnât consider a waste of his time.
âWhatâs the secret to achieving success?â I asked at last. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and my palms were sweaty.
A small smirk touched his mouth, as if he was pleased with my question.
âIn this company?â he said and then rubbed his chin. âCome in first and leave last.â
That seemed deceptively simple.Â
âThatâs all?â I repeated.
He nodded.
âThey basically want to see how much pain you can take. How dedicated you are. How bad do you want it.â
Then he peered at him with his penetrating eyes and asked, âAnd do you want it bad, Elain?â
I looked behind him, at the stunning view behind the windowsâthe blue waters of Lake Michigan, the greenish ribbon of the Chicago River, the gleaming skyscrapers all around us.
âI do,â I said at last.
His handsome face changed and turned cold and unreadable.
âAre you sure?â he pressed.
âI am,â I insisted.
âWell, weâll see if you will tell me the same thing in a few months,â he stated menacingly.
I wasnât sure what he meant, but then he spread a stack of reports on his desk and said,Â
âLetâs start with this. Because you are not going anywhere with a report like this. This is pathetic. I expect better from a Senior Analyst.â
And thatâs how it began.
Three months later, we were at the North Pond, champions of the trivia game. And just like I did every day prior, I heard the cursed expression âElain, a wordâ.Â
What did he want? Again?
He already won! I lost. There was nothing else to talk about.
I was hoping that I could sneak out soon-ish and disappear and go home and get into my sweats.Â
Listen, I am an ambivert. I donât mind socialising with others, it doesnât bother me, but I was running on empty and the trivia game took a lot out of me because of the pressure. Not only did I have to lead my team (who were useless), I needed to do that against Azriel, my terrifying boss.
And now, he was yet again, looming over me, probably here to berate me or gloat. Again, in his defense, he has always been reasonably respectful to me, and didnât put me down publicly. When we were in our 1:1 that was a different story. He never lost his temper, was never unprofessional, was never outright mean or improper. Itâs just that he had this ability to destroy everyoneâs self-esteem and pride with two-three well-placed words. And it usually began with the words âElain, a wordâ. I knew that I was about to be annihilated. That my reports would be red marked all over the place. And that I was going to get a dispassionate âyou can do betterâ comment, with him expectantly waiting for me to ask him âhowâ. I never did. I wouldnât give him the satisfaction. I didnât care that this job sucked the life out of me and that I spent most of my weekends working. I didnât want his help. I didnât want him near me. I didnât want to see his stupid gorgeous face and hear this stupid gravelly voice. I didnât want any of it.Â
âGood job out there,â he said suddenly.
Yâall. I just about fell over.Â
What was this?
Did I just transport to the Bizarro World? Azriel Singer giving an unsolicited compliment out of his own free will?
I forgot how to speak for a moment or two. I really had no idea what to say and he expected me to say.
âThank you?â I managed at last, desperately looking around to see if anyone was available to save me. But of course no such luck.
âPlease donât say that you were surprised,â I begged him suddenly. I am not sure where it came from, but I desperately wanted him to acknowledge that I wasâŠgood. At something. I was good at trivia, at least.
He looked at me with genuine surprise and even took a step back.
âWhy would I?â he asked.
I sighed.
âBecauseâŠbecauseâŠI donât know,â I truly didnât. I didnât know what he actually thought.Â
âContrary to whatever you are thinking right now, or in general about me, I respect you, Elain,â he told me and his expression was sincere and kind. Something in his face softened at that moment.Â
âDo you?â I confirmed.
âIsnât it obvious?â he raised his dark brow at me.Â
âI donât know. I donât know what to think most of the time, if I am being honest,â I admitted.
He looked at me, and then, shockingly whispered, âYou look beautiful today, Elain.â
I gasped.
Did he just actually say this to me right now or was I hallucinating?
He smirked and then offered, âlet me buy you a drink! We fought valiantly and we came out on top. As expected.â
âAs expected,â I whispered.Â
Smiling conspiratorially, he moved closer to me and suddenly, I felt his large, warm palm on the small of my back. He never touched me before. Even when we first met, when he ambushed me at my desk, we didnât shake hands because we were not properly introduced. I was used to him and his nearness because he often stood behind my desk or sat near me while showing me something, or when we prepared for meetings together. However, this was the very first time when he touched me and I remember feeling very warm and very secure at his side. He was so large and I knew that if anything, this is the man whoâd protect me from anything. I mean, whoâd even challenge him? But still, the feeling was pleasant and novel. He smelled good, his cologne clearly expensiveâArmani? Tom Ford? âand I scented him like a loon, like I always did when he was near. I am not exactly sure why and what compelled me to smell him, but there was something alluring in the combination of his masculine musk and cedar.
He guided me towards the bar and out of the main dining room, his hand never leaving my back. It wasnât just his fingertips that touched my burgundy dressâhe had his whole palm planted just above the curve of my behind. It felt intimate. Possessive, in a way a boyfriend or a husband might touch his woman. But I wasnât his. And he didnât want me to be either.
âWhat would you like to drink?â he asked, leaning over the bar. With one hand, he pulled a bar stool closer and then handed his card to the bartender, opening a tab. âWhatever she wants,â he jerked his chin towards me.
âYou donât have to!â I exclaimed hurriedly. âI am not much of a drinker,â
âI am,â he winked at me. âWhatâs your poison, Elain? Whiskey? Tequila? Vodka? Gin?â
âAn Aperol Spritz?â I blurted, even though I didnât want one. But it seemed like a safe, cheap choice. It wasnât a winter drink.Â
âSheâll have a dirty martini,â Azriel said easily, ignoring my lame order. âGin. Two measures of Gordonâs. One measure of Gray Goose. Half a measure of Kina Lillet. Olive brine. A spritz of lemon zest and three anchovy olives.
âAnd Iâll have a Macallan, neat.â
âYou got it,â the bartender nodded, clearly impressed by Azrielâs order. I didnât even know half of the things he said. Also, I didnât like anchovies, I donât think.
âTrust me on the anchovy olives,â he said, obviously reading my mind.Â
âWhat if I wanted the Aperol Spritz?â I insisted, not liking him taking all the control away from me.
âNo one wants a spritz in December in Chicago. But if you insistâŠshould I get you one?â
I pouted.
âNo.â
He smiled at me and while we were waiting for the drinks, he unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor, placing me on the stool.Â
âWait, wha-,â he began saying, but he just smiled at me again.
The drinks were set in front of us, and I couldnât finish my thought. Azriel picked up his tumbler and raised it, lightly clinking it with my martini glass.Â
âTo the victors go the spoils!â he announced and then watched me take a sip of my martini.Â
Oh god. Even now, I think of it and I canât forget how lovely it was. Crisp and sharp and enticing. Kind of like the man whoâd ordered it.
He didnât sit down and remained standing, still towering over me, his hazel eyes keen and penetrating.
âI want to ask you a question, Elain. And Iâd like an honest answer,â he requested, taking me aback.
âYes?â
âWhy donât you like me?â
âNo! What?â I scrambled for answers âI amâŠI donât,â
âI asked for you to be honest,â he cut me off and then sipped his whiskey.
âItâs not true,â I argued, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and overwhelmed. It wasnât a fair question and he shouldnât have asked me that. What was he expecting me to say exactly?
He didnât wait for me to continue, but instead, said,
âBecause the thing is that I like you.â
I swallowed my drink hard, stunned into silence by his admission. He didnât seem fazed and continued,
âI think that you are brilliant. You are sharp, intelligent, highly accomplished. You are the best analyst on my teamâby far. Look, I have a few reasonably good people on the team, and a few who aren't worth my time.â
âThen if you think so, why are you so harsh with me?â I asked boldly.Â
His brow furrowed and he shook his head, âNo. I am not.â
âI think that you are,â I insisted. âYou criticize me viciously. You are mean. You berate me for every little infraction,â
âI am doing my job,â he said plainly. âWhich means getting the best results and the best work out of my associates. I am not going to baby you, if thatâs what you are asking. And I donât âberateâ you. I correct you. There is a difference, you know. In fact, I will expect even more from you.â
âWhy? How much more can I give?â
Coldly, he said, âyouâll give as much as I take, until I am satisfied.â
âAnd when is that going to be?â
He chuckled darkly.
âNot any time soon, Elain. Not anytime soon. In fact,â
My heart dropped.
I was vaguely aware that his palm was pressing to the small of my back again. I felt his thumb stoke the few lower knobs of my spine.Â
âItâs not official yet,â he said at last. âBut I wanted to tell you and give you a heads up.â
I swallowed the rest of my martini. I drank it too fast. It was going to my head. I was feeling hot and mellow.Â
Azriel snapped his finger and said to the bartender âanother one for herâ.Â
âNooo,â I protested. âI am buzzedâŠâ
âI know,â he said calmly.
âWhat do you want from me?â I whined, emboldened by the alcohol that I had consumed.
âYou know that I am officially moving into my role on January 1st,â he stated.
I nodded. I hoped that he wouldnât be my manager anymore.
I hated hearing âElain, a wordâ. I hated the red Montblanc pen that he used on my reports and calculations. I hated his critiques. I didnât want to hear him tell me how I messed up and where I went wrong. I wanted a nice boss, whoâd be kind and supportive of me.
âAnd I have the opportunity to build my own team. And I want you, Elain.â
I got another drink handed to me. He was staring at me, his hand now on my shoulder, squeezing lightly. My shoulder was bare and his hand was hot and dry. The silvery scar tissue on his palm felt smooth and if he had calluses, I couldnât feel them. His fingers were long and strong. His hand was very heavy.Â
My heart dropped.
He wanted me.
âOn my team,â he added. âUnder me. My...tutelage.â
I looked up at him. There was something like triumph blazing in his eyes.Â
His hand tightened on my shoulder.Â
And I knew then that I wouldnât be escaping any time soon.
All About This Christmas
I approached her, huddling into my scarf, wanting to do this quickly and get back in my car.
Typically, I took the Blue Line downtown where the office was located, but today, I drove, spent $56 on parking, which made me sick to my stomach, but it was worth it.
She was so fluffy.
I smiled to myself.
Perfect size.
I hurried over to the seller and pointed,Â
âI want this,â
âOne,â to my horror, utmost, undiluted horror, Azriel Singerâs voice sounded behind me.
I had to be hallucinating. This was PTSD, right? I was hearing his voice everywhere! Right? After a year of working with him, and him being the dominant man in my life, whom I saw more than I saw anyone, including my sisters, I was just hearing his voice in my head.Â
I couldnâtâŠI couldnât turn around. It was impossible. I was definitely hearing things.
Maybe, maybe it was Cassian?!?
A little glimmer of hope lit up in my chest. Yes, it had to be Cassian. Obviously. How didnât I guess that? Azriel would never leave work early and wouldnât be here, buying a Christmas tree.
Cassian Wilbur Singer, Esq. was Azrielâs younger brother.Â
After Azriel casually handed me my indefinite sentence that promised that I would remain under his control and on his team for the foreseeable future, I had to grin and bear it. Short of quitting the company, which is something I was absolutely unwilling to do, I resigned myself to serve at Azrielâs feet for lack of a better term.Â
Iâd learned a few things about my new boss fairly quickly. He was incredibly patientâsurprising, I know, but also ruthless. But mostly, he was just demanding.Â
Elain, redo the projections for the 4th quarter
Elain, did you consider the new data? I sent it to you yesterdayÂ
Elain, you are using too much finance jargon in this report
Elain, walk me through your analysis
Elain, send me the numbers before 10 am
Elain, letâs walk through this together before the meeting
Elain, what are you doing for lunch? Let me know if you have time to discuss?
And on and on and on.
My sister Feyre said that I was âthe victim of my own successâ and that Iâve made myself âindispensable to himâ and that he grew to rely on me too much.
My other sister Nesta was harsher in her assessment and said that âhe uses you like a crutchâ and âhe knows you are a pushover, so he is taking advantage of your inability to say ânoâ to himâ.Â
I didnât really want to say ânoâ to him. And maybe I was a pushover, but I just felt that it was easier to let him guide the team and be responsible for the decision-making. At work, Azriel Singer was a star, and I trusted him. As hard as he was, he was also fair. And maybe, just maybe, I liked hearing his praise, or when he hummed under his nose and smirked to himself. I knew then that he was pleased with my work. Receiving his approval was incredibly difficult, and when it came, I was going to take advantage of it and enjoy every morsel of his good will.Â
What did not create any good will with him was when he caught me a couple of times asking my team members for assistance, or an explanation. Especially if it related to something that he sent back or corrected on my report.Â
I wasnât sure why, but for whatever reason that set him off. He wouldnât say anything. He never confronted me, and if I hadnât learned how to read him, I might have missed it entirely. But I did pick up on a few scoffs, the subtle changes in his expression, the annoyance that he tried to hide. What was an even better indicator of his displeasure, was how rough he became afterwards, and how harsh his critique and his demands were towards me. I knew that he wanted me to ask him for directions, and I knew that he liked to make decisions for me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it most of the time. Firstly, I liked figuring things out myself, and secondly, he was intimidating as hell.
I met Cassian Singer one morning, following an early call with a client, which was held in Azrielâs office. By the time the call ended, I was tired, hungry and cranky. While Azriel did most of the talking, I needed to speak to some of the numbers and explain two parts of the report. It wasnât difficult, but the client was asking a lot of questions, and while Azriel was helpful and guided the conversation, I was expected to deliver my part flawlessly.
âGood job, Elain,â was all he said when I got up and unplugged my laptop.
I smiled. I pressed the laptop to my chest and left his office, heading to the break room with a pep in my step.
A very tall, very handsome, very muscular man was in the break room, laughing with the other men from my team. He was broad, his shoulders spanning nearly the width of the fridge. He had the same bronze skin tone as Azriel, the same hazel eyes and the same black hair, though his was longer. And the voice was the same. It was jarring to hearâwatching another man speak in Azrielâs voice.Â
He looked at me, while I went to pour myself a cup of coffee. By the time I was done with the cup and tossed the creamer in the bin, when I turned around, I saw Azriel standing in the doorway, arms crossed on his wide chest. He was watching me with his typically unreadable expression. I thought that I looked good that dayâI wore a dusty pink dress, a little flowy, so it didnât hug my body too closely, and my brown suede pumps. My hair was smooth and sleek, tied in a high ponytail.
âAz, care to introduce us?â the man swaggered towards me.
Azriel pursed his lips and then simply said, âElain Archeron, this is my brother Cassian Singer.â
âAnd the pleasure is all mine,â Cassian murmured and extended his huge hand to me. I hesitated for a moment, and he urged me on, saying, âcome on, Ellie, I donât bite. Unless you want me to.â
âCass!â Azriel snapped at him, almost angrily. I wasnât sure why. Cassian ignored him and pumped my fist in his.Â
âSo, this is the brilliant Elain that Iâve heard some much about,â he added. âNice to meet you, Elain. Finally I am putting a face to the reputation.â
I had a reputation? Also, brilliant?
âCassian, you are being weird,â Azriel sneered, while he went to grab a bagel off the tray. Cassian argued,
âWhy? Poor Ellie is stuck here with you bunch, the drollest and the dullest finance bros of all finance bros,â
I snorted a laugh at that and Azriel didnât look amused, while the others booed and shouted.
âCome work for my department, Ellie,â Cassian offered. âWe are rich and successful and we are all lawyers!â
âSounds like a nightmare,â Azriel hissed through his teeth. âWhat are you doing here? Donât attempt to poach my best analyst either,â
At that, Cassian snatched my cappuccino muffin from my plate and saluted me, before swallowing the muffin top all in one bite.
âWouldnât dream of it,â he whistled. âMy glum brother is not fond of many people, Ellie, but he is fond of you,â he winked at me and then sauntered away, devouring the rest of the muffin.
I sighed and went to get another muffin, before rushing back to my desk. As I was walking, I overheard Azriel and Cassian whispering to each other.
âI see it now,â Cassian said to him.
Azriel didnât respond right away, but then warned him, âBack off and donât piss on my territory.â
Cassian laughed, âWouldnât dream of it. Seems like you fully staked your claim.â
I didnât know what they were talking about, but thatâs how I met Cassian.
âIâll take this one,â he said again.
I whipped around and shouted, âCassian, thatâs mine! I saw it first!!!â
And then I was frozen in place by a pair of hazel eyes.
Azriel Singer stood right in front of me, so close that I figured that he was able to put his chin on my head if he wanted to.Â
His expression was bland, but I could see the vein bulging and ticking in his temple. Slowly, he crossed his arms on his chest and glared at me from his height.
âExpecting Cassian, are you?â he asked slowly.
My cheeks flamed and I took a steadying breath.
Why was Azriel here???
It made no sense for him to be here. We were in Wicker Park, and surely he didnât live anywhere near here. Not with his money and status. Surely he lived in River North? Lincoln Park? He was too young for the Gold Coast, but Wicker Park? There was no logical explanation for his presence here.Â
âWaiting for Cassian?â he repeated, his voice cold.
âWhy are you here?!â I cried out instead.Â
He stepped even closer, and suddenly got in my face, all but snarling,
âI swear to god, Elain, if you are fucking my brother behind my back, I will,â
He didnât finish his threat, because the seller stepped forward and exclaimed, âwhoa, whoa, buddy! Chill!â
Then he looked at me and asked, âMiss, is he bothering you? You want me to,â
âAm I bothering you, Elain?â Azriel asked sarcastically. âDo you need to be rescued? The gentleman here is ready to spring up and fight for your honour,â
The venomous expression on his face took me aback. His vein kept bulging, though he appeared normal outwardly.
âNo,â I stammered, and looked at the seller, âhe isâŠhe is okay. He is my bossâŠâ
âYour boss?!â the man scoffed. âMaybe you should look for another job.â
Azriel shrugged, and then said calmly,
âIâll be on my way. Let me get the tree and Iâll leave you to meet Cass.â
âNo!â she snapped. âNO!â
Azriel seemed confused for a moment and looked at me quizzically.
I clarified, âitâs my tree! I found it first. You arenât getting it.â
He huffed an incredulous snicker.
âExcuse me? I am taking the tree,â he insisted. âYou can get that one,â and he waved towards a bunch of ugly trees stuck in the corner. âI am not getting another tree. Go away, Azriel,â I dared to say, tears pricking my eyes.Â
I know it was absurd. I know that I was acting petulant and ridiculous. But I wanted that tree. It wasnât fair that he could just sweep in and take it. He already demanded and took too much from me. And I wanted the tree. I wasnât going to let him have it.Â
âGo away?â he repeated, eyes popping open wide.
I propped my hands on my hips and resorted to a fighting stance.
âYes, go away. You are not my boss here.â
âI am always your boss,â he argued snappily.
âNo, you arenât! I am not working right now and I am going to buy this specific tree. You can step aside and leave me alone.â
âI am not leaving, Elain. And I am getting the tree,â he pressed.Â
I was shaking my head.Â
âNo. You're not my boss out there and you canât have it. I was here first!â
Before the seller could interfere again, Azriel wrapped his massive hand over my upper arm and carefully, but firmly pulled me aside.Â
âDonât sell that fucking tree to anyone,â he ordered the man, and the guy just stared, but didnât say anything.
Iâve never heard Azriel curse before. He was always highly, scrupulously professional at work. Was it something that I unexpectedly liked? Perhaps.
Once we were out of the way, Azriel didnât release my arm, but I felt his thumb making small circles over it through my jacket sleeve. He was very close and his crisp scent invaded my nostrils. His eyes assessed me, but they werenât cold and disdainful right now. There was warmth in them. Amusement too. And I couldnât think of why that was.Â
âI think that we need to reevaluate your attitude, Miss Archeron,â he semi-whispered in my ear. His lips were so close, they were almost touching me.
âWhat?â I stuttered, not sure what he meant and feeling overwhelmed by his nearness. He was too close. Like last Christmas party. Which I preferred not to recall or think about.Â
âWhat do you mean?â I finally managed to ask.
âIt means that you will respect me always, at work and outside of work. At work, I am your boss and out here, that doesnât change. Just like I will respect you always, regardless of your⊠imperfections.â
Imperfections? Screw him.
I tried to jerk my arm out of his grasp, but it was like an iron claw around my sleeve.
âFurthermore,â he continued, ignoring my movements, âplease do remember that I am the one who makes all the decisions. You follow my guidance. Because I know whatâs good for both of us.â
âNo you donât!â I argued instinctively.
âOh no?â he challenged. âWhoâs been helping you with everything at work? Guiding your career? Offering you advice? At times protecting you from mistakes and scrutiny? Yeah, me,â he snapped. âNot that youâd noticed!â
I blushed.
He wasnât wrong.
He has been incredibly helpful and patient with me, even when he was harsh and demanding.Â
âNot that youâd ask me for help,â he ground out under his breath.
Defensively, I argued, âI asked you many times! All the time!â
He scoffed,Â
âYeah, only when there is no one else left to ask!â
The back and forth was exhausting me.
I was tired and he still hadnât explained what he was doing here.Â
âI need to get the tree and go home,â I told him at once.
His grip on me finally eased up a bit and he said thoughtfully,
âHmmm,â
âNot hmmm,â I taunted. âLet me go. I will see you on Monday.â
âNo.â
âNo?â I repeated. âWhat do you mean, no?â
âNo means that I have something else in mind,â he offered. âAnd I suggest that you take me up on my generous offer to you.â
I was feeling a bit hysterical and laughed, my voice dry,
âOh, how gracious of you. And what is this offer that I cannot refuse? Pray tell!â
âIâll let you have that tree,â he pointed at my perfect tree.Â
âLet me?â
âStop interrupting me every sentence!â he didnïżœïżœïżœt look amused. âYes, I will even help you hoist it up on the roof of your car. Then, weâll go to your house, you will be a gracious hostess, weâll have dinner and weâll decorate the tree together.
âThatâs the only offer you are getting. If you reject it, you arenât getting the tree. Your choice.â
What the hell?
What. Is. The. Actual. Fuck??
He was inviting himself to my home? Or, more like, forcing himself, and ordering me to cook him dinner and decorate my tree, with him there?
âWe canât do that!â I cried out.
âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠbecauseâŠWe canât! You are my boss,â
âGlad to see you remembered, finally,â he snorted a chuckle.
âYou canât be at my home. People will talk!â
Not to mention that I didnât want him there.
I didnât want him inside my sanctuary. The only place that was actually free of him. My god. This was the worst idea in history!
âTake it or leave it,â he shrugged callously.
I attempted to dissuade him again, âAzriel, I cannot let youâitâs improper,â
âIs it? I was in your apartment last year,â he reminded me and my heart jumped in my chest. âAnd somehow, we managed.â
He tapped his feet on the pavement and said,
âLetâs go. I am freezing.â
âYou said that I get to decide,â I tried feebly.
âI did. And you decided that I will be coming along and weâll be decorating your tree together. Come on.â
He extended his hand to me.
I just stood there, trembling.
He flexed his long, powerful fingers in the space between us. His arm was a bridge. And somehow, I knew that if I took his hand, if I crossed the bridge, nothing would ever be the same.Â
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