#also this was the first time he smiled in the game lmao
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happyvalkyrieofdoom ยท 2 years ago
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this was probably the moment my brain chemistry got permanently altered lmao
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areislol ยท 2 years ago
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๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐›๐จ๐ฒ // ๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ก๐œ๐ฌ
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ft.ย harry j. potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, tom m. riddle, cedric diggory, regulus a. black + bonus: sirius black
warnings.ย might be ooc but who knows? slight suggestive, house neutral, use of 'gorgeous' but it can go for any gender. established relationship, quite long, oblivious reader (we love it), flirting, insecurities (boys)
a/n.ย so obsessed with them... song was inspired by jealous girl by lana del ray. oh and also an edit of draco LMAO // experimenting with the format, thank you to my sister for dragging me back into my hp phase.
spotify playlist ; ๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐›๐จ๐ฒ
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๐—•๐—ผ๐˜†, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ, ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ...
harry j. potter
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๐—ผ๐—ต ๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€.
he probably saw someone standing beside you for a bit too long, way too long for his liking anyways.
or maybe how his hand was around your waist but he wasn't touching you, it was just lingering in the air.
maybe some random person hitting on you which, harry isn't surprised about since you are quite literally gorgeous. both in and out.
but what he IS surprised about is how this boy has the audacity to flirt with you!!!
harry side eyes them so hard. not you of course, you never do anything wrong <3
he was sitting with his friends, ron and hermione, you were meant to be sitting with him but your friends were begging for you to stay and he didn't mind, really, so you were off but within a few minutes a boy from ravenclaw decided that this was the perfect time to flirt with you.
at first he didn't understand what was happening, but when he saw him placing his ugly and dirty hands on your thigh while laughing way too hard at, what he assumed was, your joke, and saw how he looked at you, something clicked in his head.
harrys' first instinct was to rush towards you and that boy, push him out of the way and grab ahold of your arm and bringing you some place else. anywhere but there.
he trusted his instinct and did so. hermione attempted to grab his arm to sit him back down but failed. ron cheered his bestfriend on but stopped when hermione shot him a look.
harry rushed there, like speed walked over there. your friend group, you and the boy all whipped towards a very obvious angry harry.
you smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend but it faltered when you noticed how.. tense and mad he looked.
he pushed the ravenclaw boys' arm away to which he recoiled and gawped at him.
"what do you think you're doing, potter?" he sounded very offended and honestly, harry could care less.
harry didn't respond straight away, rather, looking between him and you. but every time he stared at you and saw how worried you looked he eased a bit. just a bit.
"you. stay away from them." harry stated bitterly before wrapping his arm around your waist and ushering you someplace else with you waving goodbye to your friends with a sheepish smile.
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜†. ๐˜€๐—ผ. ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†. ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜†.
he's gripping onto your arm tightly and you wince, he notices this and stops immediately.
but still drags you somewhere else and you notice how he's pouting and he looks so adorable :(((
you have to stop yourself from smiling from his cuteness <3
when he finally stops dragging you and stops at a somewhat secluded place you question what was wrong and he sighs.
he explains how that " stupid and ugly git" was straight out flirting with you and you're appalled!!
and he's pouty and all when he's explaining to you about his behaviour, holding your hands as he spoke which was quite adorable.
you reassure him that you love him (and will always) and you'd stay far away from that 'nasty boy'
๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—บ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ.
harry plays little.. games on him using his invisibility cloak. when you around of course! he loves it when you smile and giggle from seeing the ravenclaw boy get doused with a green slimly substance that reeks of dung.
he pulls on his cloak, places many devices on his cloak or his clothing that makes him smell.
throughout the whole year, the ENTIRE years of staying at hogwarts he will hold a grudge against him. no buts and ifs.
he does not appreciate it when someone flirts with somebody who they know is taken. know is the keyword.
๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—บ.
harry is used to getting attention, he has gotten publicity ever since the word of him surviving the dark lord spread like wildfire.
but he still has insecurities, like everybody. sometimes he feel that he is a burden to you, all the hate and constant questioning and invasion of privacy you're getting all because of him.
when he sees him flirting with you he can't help but feel his heart burn and ache in pain. maybe you're better off without him.
but all his worries and negative thoughts fade away as soon as your hand gently and tenderly cups his cheek, as soon as you reassure and tell him that you only love himโ€”his worries? gone. his doubts? where?
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ด๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ.
before you were dating he was by your side or near you, giving you/everybody excuses for why he was so close to you all the time
and now that you're dating? yep, no personal space! unless you need it of course.
but ever since you have been hit on he is watching you AND him like a hawk, ready to pounce and swoop right in when he's in your vicinity.
and you understand him, so he's more than happy when you allow him to keep an eye out for you (he always did but oh shush)
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ
harry always tried to show off his skills, ever since he laid eyes on you. and this didn't change at all when you two got together and it didn't change when that boy flirted with you
it instead, fueled his need to show off, only for you though
whether it be doing flips and tricks on his firebolt, letting you go on it while he rode it, letting you see new spells he learnt from his teachers (pretend you aren't surprised) and so on.
he shows you all the secret passage ways to go into hogsmeade and sneaks you in with the both of you two under his invisibility cloak.
he just wants to let you know that he loves you so much more than that git.
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป.
harry wont outright say that he's jealous but wont deny.
he thinks that it's silly. really? him? the boy who lived, the boy who faced the dark lord, voldemort, was jealous all because of his insecurities being triggered by some boy? no. way.
he will try to hide his red and annoyed face when you both lock eyes, making excuse that he was simply hot when it was literally snowing.
he acts like it's nothing, he hides his feelings from you, he really doesn't want to but sometimes people just don't know what to do with their feelings
it may lead to him breaking down in front of you. pull him into a hug, let him rest his head on your chest as you soothe his hair and reassure him.
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๐—ช๐—ต๐˜†? '๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—œ'๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€, ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€, ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜†
ron weasley
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honestly! have you seen him in gof (goblet of fire)? this guy gets ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€.
he clenches his jaw when he sees some random guy from slytherin come up to you as you're studying with your friends and just.. stand there, next to you
he hasn't done anything yet but ron knows better. harry notices how tense and agitated his bestfriend is and follows his eyes and that's when he saw a guy from slytherin talking to you, staring down at you in awe .
oh, oh. harry knows what's up now. he nudges hermione who was writing down notes from their previous lesson. she looks annoyed at first but after looking at ron before looking at you, she understands what's happening and smirks.
"ron, don't you think you should grab y/n now? you wouldn't want him to snatch them up do you, now?"
he only grunts in response and grumbles angrily before (after harry cheered him on with a grin) standing up and stomping towards you, well, more like the boy really.
"oooh, well look who it is! a weasley! what? are you here to.." his voice trails off as he makes eye contact with you. you're giving him a stern, mother look.
he bites back his words and glares at ron. "why- i can't talk about him now?" "shut it, go away, i want to be with my boyfriend now."
you can hear him mumbling something along the lines of "i can't believe this!" and "dating a weasley? they're mad!"
while the boy is walking away you could see ron smiling proudly. "yeah that's right, im her boyfriend, skedaddle you git"
๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฝ.
ron gets jealous very easily, and often.
all the constant teasing whenever he's around you, all the snickers he gets when he walks by with your arms looped with you as you two stroll through hogsmeade, make his head swarm with insecurities.
but naturally, it goes away when you state that you already have a boyfriend and point at him or when you straight out say that you're proud that he's your boyfriend, poor or not.
it makes him proud. he pulled someone like you, so good looking, kind and not afraid to let everybody know that you two are together.
his doubts? gone.
his heart thumps against his chest when he hears your words and it instantly reassures him, a proud smile spreads across his face as he pulls you into a hug, not caring about the stares that your friends are giving him.
๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€, ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.
ever since getting together he has felt insecure, his status and looks.
sometimes he doubts himself, how could someone like you, ever like someone like him? poor, either average or not-so-good grades and... poor..
when he sees you talking to someone that is richer than him, much more handsome and whatnot his heart cant help but pang in pain.
you're much better off without him.
he beats himself too much honestly :((
so when your eyes lock with his and when he sees how you break into a big smile, when he sees you running towards him and jump into his arms, everything seems to fade away like it was never there to begin with.
just like harry, ๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป.
ron will never admit that he's jealous. unless he gets really irritated from the constant flirting and his insecurities, then he may lash out and confess his jealousy/feelings.
he'd change topics whenever you bring it up.
"hey ron?" "yes.... love?" you can hear the worry in his voice but carry on, "do you like ever get jealous? because i feel like that one time-" "aaaaah yes, look! the owls are here!" he looks up and points at nothing.
"ron, baby, there's nothing. i think you ought to get some glasses like harry, right harry?" you quirk your brows and eye harry who lifts one finger up as he chews faster before replying, "oh yeah, definenetly."
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draco malfoy
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mmm yes, ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ.
the second he laid eyes on both you and the guy sitting next to you he's already plotting a plan to murder the boy.
maybe not murder but who's gonna stop him?
the worst bit was that he KNEW who it was!! it was his friend!! betrayal is what it is.
bombASTIC side eye. like he's side eyeing him so hard.
if looks could kill they'd be on the floor already ;(
draco was fine with him honestly, he was in his house and they all hated the same people.
but as SOON as he sees him sitting extremeeeeely close to you, the liking of him goes away, literally any positive feeling that he had about him is gone
not only that but he'll ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜… ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ, yes, you heard me correctly, or, saw..
he goes into the library to flip through all the dark art/magic books and everybody is looking at him because he NEVER comes into the library, unless you're there of course or when you're dragging him there to study and whatnot.
goes to professor snape as well.
"professor.. may i ask, what are one of the hexes you can bewitch on someone? .... the horrible ones, just for research sir"
honestly snape does not care and tells him, if only he knew...
and so while you're by his side just rambling about your next class he secretly pulls out his wand which is covered by his cloak, and points it to the victim and proceeds to hex him
the stinging hex
yeah.... now the 'poor boy' is literally howling in pain.
sigh, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜€..
"my father will be hearing about you!" or, "come close to y/n again and you will be met with something an eye has never seen before!"
draco, im pretty sure that your father is sick of you complaining to him about some 'brute'
and if he's nice enough, he won't hex them, he'll just warn them that he will hex them within a few weeks &lt;333 lovely, isn't it?
๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜† it's kind of scary, for everybody anyways.
he's not thaaaat clingy but when he's jealous? yeah... a WHOLE different person.
head on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his hand pressed against your back as you two walk in the hallways, so so touchy.
๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜†, he tries his HARDEST to ignore you but every time he forces himself to turn the other way when he sees you waving at him with your bright and stupid smile, his heart aches.
he hates it, he doesn't want to ignore you but he's so petty.
but don't worry! it wont last forever as he gives in with your pretty face.
"ugh, you and that stupid face of yours... and no i am not calling you ugly."
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๐—œ๐—ณ ๐—œ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜†, ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐—œ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜†
tom m. riddle
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ooouu he's fighting the urge to just crucio this person right now, he's a ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป, not to you of course, you're his cute little ball of sunshine!
unless you're not.. but! you're still so cute and bubbly (even if you aren't but shush, you are to him!!)
but alas, he can not. he would expelled if he did or worse, go to azkaban.. and of course he doesn't want to leave his cute lil lover
but it wouldn't hurt to do it secretly right...?
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ #๐Ÿญ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น. like WAY more hugs and pda than usual
and people (thankfully) get the hint and strays away from you.
tom always has his arm around your waist and you're practically hip to hip every day, walking through the halls, going outside, going to hogsmeade and etc.
he's keep his hand on your shoulder to make sure that everybody knows that you're his. also because he likes it there :)
hands intertwined forever!! loves the feeling of your palm against his, loves to tell the difference between your hands to his, if yours is softer, smoother, calloused, etc.
while you two are walking through the hall (hip to hip) and he *can just* sense that there's a person right behind you who has their eye on you, he slowly turns his head around but not enough for you to notice and just side eyes them like damn
๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น! he has quite an ego but not an abnormally large one. he knows he's not ugly and never doubts himself.
(and he makes sure that you aren't doubting yourself!!)
so he never gets reaaally jealous or doubts himself when he sees someone eyeing you suspiciously.
he can control his temper but sometimes he lets some actions slip. for example: clenching his jaws and eyeing the soon-to-be-hexed-victim and not taking his eyes off of them.
and when his temper goes off the radar? now you've gone done it.
good luck, you'll need it.
๐˜๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€.
but not a toxic type of possessive although many people would believe him to be, but he's not!!
he would never dream of hurting you mentally or physically. he'd try to.. lets say 'mark' you.
giving you his jumper/jacket even when it's not cold, secretly giving you a few spritz of his signature fragrance on your cloak when you're not looking or distracted, giving you a few of his jewelry that he loves dearly.
just wants everybody to know that you're his :)
if you're in a different house than his he will make sure to ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ on how they should not touch you inappropriately, talk to you nicely or else, NEVER help you for assessments UNLESS you ask them, he wants to help you himself!!
tom is one clingy baby
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cedric diggory
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oh our precious boy :(
๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—”๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—ฌ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€!! he trusts you to the MAX, he knows that you will never leave him for some git guy who you barely know
cedric is pretty popular in hogwarts so that mean that everybody knows that you're his lover (unless you or he wants to keep it a secret but why would he?? he would be proud to have someone like you!)
but when cedric does get jealous... it's not so bad actually!!! he's never that jealous. well not jealous to the point where he despises them for his whole life and give them death glares, good god, never.
but when he sees a guy that he doesn't really like talking to you and leans too close to you, it pulls on his heartstrings and he hates it.
inside he's thinking "now why would you do that?! you have the AUDACITY to talk to my one and only!!!"
walks over to you two and smiles innocently and asks if you want him to walk you class as the next lesson is starting soon, you nod cuz?!?! how could you say no to your pretty boyfriend?!? and so you get up and leave the poor guy sitting beside you and hold onto cedric's arm and you two are off to class <3
๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚, i mean he can be protective when he needs to but he knows you can handle your problems by yourself. you're strong after all.
but after seeing you hang out with that guy he makes sure to subtly let them know that you're already taken (shouldn't he already know??)
swapping scarves, making sure to be by your side all the time, his hand on your waist, giving you his fragrance so that you could use it all the time (and then the guy sniffs the air and he's like "why do you smell like cedric?")
๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐˜„๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ข๐—š๐—˜๐—ง๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—ง๐—ข๐—š๐—˜๐—ง๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ but somehow the boy just doesn't get it!!
when he asks you for help in potions class cedric butts in and offers to help him instead of you, and you don't miss the pout on his face as he turns away.
he tries to show off his skills in quidditch to which you only smile at before cedric shows up and proceeds to just make the guy look like he was a joke.
and everybody including cedric and you notices how red and angry he looks like.. calm down
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜, ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€, ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ผ๐—ป. for the other boys it may take them forever to talk to you about it, but cedric? only takes about a day or so, depending on how much the boy is bothering you.
when you're away from the pestering boy and your friends he pulls you aside and talks to you about what he thinks about the guy and how he's feeling.
you understand his words and nod along, agreeing with what he said. "i'll keep your words in mind, if it makes you more comfortable i could maybe talk to him about it? maybe ignore him?"
cedric is more than happy when you do ignore him/talk to him about it.
and at the end of the day and from that very day he walks by you and cedric with a scowl and a red face.
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๐—๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ, ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€, ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜†
regulus a. black
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๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ด๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ. regulus always had to give everybody death stares, even if it wasn't intentional. but to you? his gaze softens, his face seems to rest, his body relaxes and his heart starts to beat fast.
so there is, without a doubt that he will give everybody death stares and dirties except you.
and it didn't change when you two got into a relationship.. like at all... so when he sees somebody stare at you for too long (over 8 seconds) he walks over to you, passing the person and giving the most death glariest of them all.
and of course they turn their head around and pretend to focus on their work.
"mm oh yes.. this and that..." and then they stop muttering once they feel that regulus is away but when they turn to look at you once more they see regulus sitting right beside you, and even though his head is turned to face you, with a soft smile on his face, they can see that regulus is glaring at them at the same time.
scary.
๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—”๐—ซ, the bar is FILLED.
before you two started to date he would always be within you vicinity, some may say that it was creepy or stalker behaviour but he really just didn't want you to be bullied by his fellow slytherin so called "friends"
and the first time he saw them bully you he immediately decided, right there and then, to ignore them for the rest of his life, never help them with their homework or even interact with them. not when they hurt and outright said many hurtful things to your face.
he would be sitting beside a large tree, pretending to do his work in his book while watching you like a hawk
and when regulus sees his ex-friends or somebody/a group of people walking up to you that he deems suspicious he's quick to mutter a jinx and watch the scene unfold
many people that were around that area burst out laughing from seeing someone with jelly-like legs, and best of all, you were laughing as well!!
so you can best believe that regulus will always be there for you, jinxing whoever dares to mess with you and making sure no teachers can do a counter-curse.
๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜†. just a little bit...
but he won't ignore you on purpose forever you know, he's not that mean and petty. but when he's feeling VERY jealous then he may just give you the cold shoulder, for 10 seconds aprox, or less.
๐—ฎ๐—ต ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜€. "i will jinx you. don't make me." "come near y/n ever again and my wand might just be in my hand and i may just accidentally flick my wand, that is coincidentally pointed at you, and 'accidentally' jinx you! or worse, hex."
he even uses his house as a threat.
"as you know.. my house is slytherin, and if you didn't know, most slytherins as the people say, are death eaters. so watch yourself now. come close to y/n and don't be surprised if the dark lord appears in your room."
๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—น๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ, ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜†๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€.
he's not the type to overload you with hugs and pda, unless you like it, but when he knows and SEES that somebody is trying to flirt with you he is a whole different person.
one day you woke up, got ready, said good morning to your friends and went out of your common room where you saw your boyfriend standing right in front of you
"oh my word", "good morning, love. lets go eat now hm?" he slips his arm around your waist and keeps you close.
he's more affectionate than usual and you are not complaining.
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bonus: sirius black
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first of all, how dare you. you dare try to flirt with MY lover??? A for effort i guess.
๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—น๐˜† ๐—ถ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ. ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜๐—ฌ'๐—ฅ๐—˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜‚๐˜€.
image this, you and sirius are sitting beside each other, hands intertwined s he kisses your forehead while on the other side sits a very lonely, miserable and jealous person who attempted to flirt with you. your side is all sunshine and rainbows while theirs are... quite the opposite.
:))) they love their life
the reason why they flirted with you was to try to maybe swoon you but of course failed as you had a boyfriend whom you love very much.
their face is all red and hot when they spot you and sirius being all cute, snogging each other with smiles on your faces, fists clenching by their side before storming offโ€”pushing people away who stood in front of them.
just like the others ๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ. a silly protective type of guy? he won't try to be intimidating or scary, okay maybe he transformed into his dog form and scared them but that was only one time!
but maybe a jinx there and there will help them get the idea. or maybe his arm around your waist will do.
๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜†'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ.
sirius is never serious (heh heh did you get it?) unless somebody crosses the line or if he feels that they are a threat to you or the relationship.
his jealousy levels are at a 3/10 but once he you know, sense that they have ill intentions the levels SPIKE. so like.. 13/10.
when you two are walking through the crowded hallway and he spots the person walking towards your area sirius is quick to change sides and leads you away from them <3
๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ, ๐—ฒ๐—ต? not to you though, to the person.
"why, aren't you a lonely thing? do me, no... us, a favor and leave will you? you're sort of ruining our moment here."
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Between the Titles
Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, smut (mature/18+)
warnings: egregious caffeine consumption, yoongi smokes cigarettes, reader is about the same height as yoongi (its me hello im almost the same height as him), gay taehyung, volunteer jungkook, silver fox yoongi (he just has some gray hair bc hot) smut warnings: making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), semi-public sexual acts, bathroom sex, protected sex, praise kink
Length: ~9.5k
Note: no thoughts, just big brain yoongi in a sweater smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. btw almost all the books in this are real but i haven't read them so if you have lmk if they're worth the read lmao. thank u to my dearest @gyuswhore and @idyllic-ghost for beta-ing this
Summary: Five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.
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The sweet aroma of old books and strong coffee infiltrates your nose as the heavy doors into the library swing open, offering reprieve from the storm raging on outside. Itโ€™s far too early for anyone to be here beyond staff and a few other morning birds. You glide right to the circulation desk as if fatigue doesnโ€™t pulse through your veins, barely quelled by the second cup of coffee you sip from.
As always, the same familiar head of dark hair with sparse silver streaks waits at the circulation desk. Heโ€™s the only person working this early despite being the senior research librarian but you never hear any complaints louder than muttered annoyance under his breath when he thinks no one is around to hear. Bent over his laptop, Yoongi doesnโ€™t even bother to look up as he slides a heavy stack of books to the edge of the counter.ย 
Eleven total, ten heavy volumes on ancient fertility cults across the globe, and one book you know heโ€™s mixed in for his own amusement.ย 
Itโ€™s become something of a game between you two. At first you thought he was mixing your materials with someone elseโ€™s, but every time you brought the additional copy back to his desk, Yoongi insisted he had no idea what you were talking about and questioned your reading choices. Each time the titles got more ridiculous: Castration: The Advantages and the Disadvantages, How to Enjoy Your Weeds, Amish Vampires in Space, the list goes on and on. But after he slipped Why Fish Donโ€™t Exist into your stack a few weeks ago, you decided to start responding.ย 
You left the stack at his desk like usual, ears perked for his reaction to Fishes I Have Known. An amused snort rang out just as you opened the doors to leave for the afternoon. The sound was so unlike the stoic man youโ€™d become accustomed to over months working on your thesis; not that you heard him talk much to begin with.
Since then youโ€™ve made a point to match every book he leaves for you. Yesterday, Yoongi chose I Could Pee on This: and Other Poems by Cats. At the end of the day, you spent thirty minutes searching shelf after shelf for an appropriate response, every book failing to meet your expectations. It wasnโ€™t fair he knew the expansive collection like the back of his hand but nevertheless you found something up to par.
Yoongi rolled his eyes when you passed your books over the counter, a copy of Staying Dry: A Practical Guide to Bladder Control, like a shining star on top. A brief pink of his tongue flashed across his lips, a feeble attempt to muffle an amused smile. It was the most obvious reaction since the first time you responded.
Smiling like the cat who ate the canary, you left on clouds last night.
But this morning you have notes to write.
Snagging the collection, you make your way deeper into the building. Your unassigned-assigned desk tucked away on the fifth floor, far enough away from any noise so you can fully immerse in work without the threat of distraction. An uninterrupted view of the courtyard below is an added bonus.
The wooden table top is covered in a neat collection of pens and sticky notes in minutes; your laptop and the foot tall collection of references you devour over the next eight hours taking up the other half.
A few titles you request over and over sit on top, too valuable to be checked out for long term use so you settle for keeping them in constant rotation since no one else bothers to read the dusty yellowing tombs. For now, you focus on the new pieces you hope hold the information you need.
Earth rites: fertility practices in pre-industrial Britain, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in the Ancient Mediterranean, Metamorphosis of Baubo: myths of woman's sexual energyโ€”ย 
Iโ€™m in Love with Mothmanโ€ฆ
Well there it is.
You thumb across the glossy cartoon cover, failing to bite back a smile. Yoongi has a penchant for tossing in the most outlandish romance books he can find. Maybe because he knows you spend just as much if not more time than he does between the stacks. The suggestion box at the desk was full of cards stained with your penmanship asking for longer hours; several of which youโ€™ve seen Yoongi rip in half as he pointedly met your gaze.
Tossing it aside, you pull forward one of the more musty books and start reading.
When you finally manage to resurface from laborious tales on several cults of Aphrodite, the rain is long gone. Even the darkest corners of the old building seem to glow gold in the evening sunset filtering through the glass doors. They're the only thing standing between you and freedom in the form curling up on your couch with a glass of wine and a new episode of your favorite reality dating show. But first, Yoongi needs his books back.ย 
His desk chair is abandoned and the return cart is gone as well which means he could be anywhere in the building. Disappointment leaches into your spine at the fact you wonโ€™t be able to witness his reaction to the twelfth book in your pile; the one you spent an extra fifteen minutes looking for in the corner of the third floor.ย 
A thick piece of library paper lists the materials youโ€™ll need for the next day lays atop the neon green cover of Pest Management Solutions: How to Manage Your Moth Problem. They decorate the corner of the desk until Yoongi returns to find them. Hopefully he appreciates your humor.
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Yoongi isnโ€™t at his desk the next morning when you come in either. Instead, a doe eyed man with a lip piercing occupies the chair, clearly playing some game on his laptop.ย 
Approaching the counter, you begin to ask, โ€œWhereโ€™s Yoonโ€“โ€
โ€œStaff meeting,โ€ he interjects like heโ€™s already answered the question a million times despite the library opening only five minutes ago. The white of his teeth threaten to blind you. โ€œBut I can help you!โ€
His name tag isnโ€™t the same engraved golden metal Yoongiโ€™s is, itโ€™s a plastic sleeve with a paper insert with barely legible handwriting you decipher asย  โ€œJungkookโ€ and below โ€œVolunteer.โ€ Youโ€™ve seen him before from a distance. Usually trudging through the shelves with the book return cart in tow, occasionally taking a quick read inside before putting them in their rightful place.ย 
โ€œI need to pick up some books. I gave Yoongi the list yesterday.โ€
โ€œSure.โ€ Jungkook jumps up, approaching the shelf lined with piles for other patrons. โ€œWhatโ€™s your last name?โ€
He combs through the list after you answer, finding your stack easily enough.ย 
โ€œAlright so Yoongi left a note that the encyclopedias you wanted are on the usual desk you have upstairs. But other than that Iโ€™ve got: Historical Studies of Changing Fertility, Sacred Mushroom and The Cross, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in The Ancient Mediterraneanโ€ฆโ€ Jungkook lists off the titles, checking to make sure they're all in order. โ€œAnd, um, this one isnโ€™t on the list.โ€
It must be Yoongiโ€™s choice for the day.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€
Jungkook looks like heโ€™s trying to hide his own amusement as he slides it over for you to read.
If I Were a Bird, You'd be The First Person I'd Shit On.
โ€œHuh,โ€ you blush. โ€œWonder how that got in there.โ€
โ€œHe must have left it by mistake. I can put it baโ€“โ€
โ€œNo, Iโ€™ll take it.โ€ You toss it on top of the other, less embarrassing books in your stack and gather it into your arms before Jungkook can get in another word. โ€œThanks for your help!โ€
Scurrying towards the hallway housing the elevators, you attempt to juggle the pile of books, your stuffed bag, and coffee without taking a spill. Itโ€™s one thing to have your silent battle with Yoongi, but having someone else witness it makes you feel downright silly. And for the first one witnessed by others to be such an absurd and downright passive aggressive selection sends embarrassment through your veins.
As promised, three encyclopedias sit neatly on your desk; the volumes so thick they protrude from the table top like a small mountain. No wonder he left them there instead of making you carry them up in individual trips. But Yoongiโ€™s goodwill clearly ended there. A sticky note on top of the stack pens his discontent at your selection.
I had to spend 3 hours in the basement to find these. If you need them again, donโ€™t.
Even though he hadnโ€™t signed it, you know itโ€™s from him. The tight script fits his personality; thin lines of annoyance bleeding through the ink, not just his words. A waft of musty old paper and dust breezes through your nose as you open the first copy. They must have been housed in a forgotten storage area. At least his bird book makes more sense now.ย 
You donโ€™t dig into the heap until after the sun is halfway through the sky but when you do it only proves to unravel your wits. Reading on, the wrinkle in your eyebrows deepens further. Page after page of conflicting knowledge passes by, each sentence more confusing than the last; minutes negating months of research. The thick pages hardly provide a soft landing for your head as you allow it to thump forward in exasperation.
The scrap of chair legs alerts to a new presence watching your meltdown in real time.
โ€œSomething wrong?โ€ Yoongi asks.
With a heavy sigh, you respond.โ€œI want to die.โ€
โ€œGet in line.โ€
Shifting in your seat, you peer in his direction. A different day but the same wardrobe: dark button up, glasses, same unapproachable facade. But what Yoongi is doing sitting next to you is new.
Yoongi makes himself comfortable, picking at his nails as he waits patiently for an explanation.ย 
โ€œEverything in my thesis is either wrong or the world authority on fertility in Europe is full of it.โ€
โ€œBummer.โ€
โ€œYour sincerity is overwhelming.โ€ You snap.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. Boredom seeps across his face but he doesnโ€™t move to leave, just sinks deeper into the chair. โ€œYouโ€™ve read almost half the collection since you started coming here, why are some old dusty books such a big deal?โ€
โ€œBecause all of those books cite these books which means those books are wrong and all my work is in the toilet.โ€
โ€œThose books are from the seventies, the information is probably out of date.โ€
Slamming the copy serving as a pillow shut, you take a second glance at the title: Encyclopedia of Women and World Religion, Volume 7.
โ€œYoongi,โ€ you sing.
Yoongiโ€™s gaze flashes to yours, a trickle of confusion flashing across his eyes.โ€œWhat?โ€
You stack up the books and push them across the desk with some effort. Just to savor the satisfaction of besting Yoongi, you indulge a long sip of now cold coffee before speaking again. No one else is around to witness your victory but that wonโ€™t dampen the high.
โ€œLooks like youโ€™ll be back in the basement because you brought me the wrong editions.โ€
He opens his mouth to argue, snatching one of the books to investigate but you beat him to the punch.
โ€œI asked for the twenty-fifth edition, not the seventh.โ€ You smirk. โ€œI think you're losing your touch.โ€
He watches you over the rim of the cover. A fleeting glance in your direction but it makes your heart squeeze with need.
โ€œWell, I guess youโ€™re right,โ€ Yoongi sighs, standing. โ€œDo you still need them for anything or can I go ahead and take them?โ€
With your approval, he heaves the heavy tombs on to his cart. The strain of his forearms, bare from rolled up sleeves, catches your attention. Veins raised under creamy skin, lean muscles leading down to hands youโ€™ve noticed since the first day you started visiting the library.
If you keep staring, youโ€™re likely to start drooling. So you dive back into one of the useful books littering your desk and pretend to read until heโ€™s disappearing down the hall.
On your way out, leaving much earlier than a typical day due to Yoongiโ€™s mistake, you drop the remaining books off at the circulation desk. Along with a copy of Avian Hunting Techniques. Heโ€™s absent again but it doesn't matter.
You continue out the doors and down the sidewalk only to spot him leaning against the brick exterior further down the street. Even from a distance you can make out the natural scowl heโ€™s constantly sporting. Except this time his lips pout around a cigarette.ย 
Of course he smokes.
The quasi-mysterious librarian who flirts with you through book titles, smokes cigarettes and looks hot doing it.ย 
โ€œYou know those things will kill you, right?โ€ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s what the box says but they arenโ€™t holding up their end of the deal,โ€ Yoongi responds, flicking the ash before looking at his watch. โ€œWow, out before six. Iโ€™ll alert the press.โ€
โ€œWell, if someone gave me the right books then maybe Iโ€™d stay longer. But Iโ€™m not about to wait around while you get the ones I need.โ€
Yoongi takes another drag of his cigarette before responding, โ€œAre you trying to say I forced you to take a break?โ€
The realization dawns on you. Yoongi is the senior research librarian. Heโ€™s never given you the wrong books, even when you request the rare copies needed to be loaned from a different part of the country. The few times youโ€™ve offered understanding if he couldnโ€™t get them were met with a challenge in his gaze and smug satisfaction when handing them over a week later.
โ€œYou brought me the wrong copies on purpose!โ€
โ€œI have no idea what youโ€™re talking about.โ€ Heโ€™s lying. You know it. Yoongi definitely knows you know by the way he smirks. But heโ€™s already crushing the filter under his shoe and moving back towards the library by the time your brain catches up to your mouth.ย  โ€œHave a good night, Y/N.โ€
With a scoff of indignation, you stalk towards your car.
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The next morning, you march straight through the class doors to where Yoongi sits, fueled by snowballed annoyance from the previous day. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement. If there are any gods, Yoongi should pick one and pray.
Your free afternoon of yesterday was spent dealing with the chaos your apartment has become over the past few weeks. Unfolded laundry, stacks of random papers, out of place books, and errant dust bunnies all became new victims to energy usually reserved for a full day of research. Taehyung practically shit himself when he woke up before dinner and found you scrubbing the bathroom sink.
โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ he asked, hand to his chest like a flustered old woman.
Bleach curled in your nostrils. โ€œI live here.โ€ย 
โ€œNot between the hours of eight and seven.โ€
But after the mess was dealt with, aggravation set in. How dare Yoongi purposefully meddle in your work. Well meaning or not you were an adult and could decide when enough was enough. The purposeful mishap hadnโ€™t set you back far, one afternoon but a drop in the bucket in comparison to the months youโ€™ve already spent chasing new leads. But the principle of the matter is that itโ€™s none of his business what you do and when you do it.
Yoongi slides a slimmer stack over when you stop in front of him.
โ€œEncyclopedias are on your desk,โ€ he announces through a sip of coffee. He continues to type away, feigning disinterest as you sort through your stack with measured annoyance.
โ€œAre they the right copies this time?โ€
โ€œDouble checked them myself.โ€
You open your mouth to verbalize your doubts but Yoongiโ€™s pick of the day catches your eye.
Surviving Your Stupid Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School.
Scoffing, you flip the book around and shoot daggers into his face with your eyes. โ€œDo you think youโ€™re funny?โ€
The corner of his mouth twitches then becomes a full blown smile. Leaning over the desk, he drops his voice, โ€œI think Iโ€™m hilarious.โ€
Remembering you are, in fact, in a library, you manage to muffle a frustrated groan. You dump the supplementary reading back on the counter for Yoongi to deal with and head upstairs.ย 
Unlike the usual days where you put off finding a response to Yoongiโ€™s extra copy until the waning hours of the afternoon, you drop your bags and head straight for the shelves. The fifth floor houses a collection of textbooks and other reference material. Itโ€™s why it's always deserted unless some poor fool stumbles on it by accident; the perfect place to work uninterrupted for hours.
You head down stairs, circling the fourth and then third floor like a shark in a feeding frenzy. A few covers spark interest but nothing captures what bubbles in your veins: annoyance, anger, confusion. A brief flutter of interest as to why Yoongi decided to mess with you but those feelings are more dangerous than the acidic ones.
Row after proves unfruitful in your quest for passive aggressive revenge. None have the same bite as his book, or seem to curb the homicidal thoughts raging in your head.
Until a little white book peeps back at you from the end of the aisle.
Yoongi jumps when you slam Bitter Is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass in front of him. A feat in and of itself to sneak up on him given the loan desk has a perfect view of the entire first floor but whatever heโ€™d been clicking away at on the computer was distraction enough.
โ€œWhat's this?โ€
โ€œThought you might like some new reading.โ€ You flash your teeth.
His chin jerks towards the glossy cover. โ€œI already gave this two stars on Goodreads.โ€
Of course he has.
Face prickling in embarrassment, you turn back the way you came without a word.
Hours later, when half the day has ticked by and the ache for more caffeine burns your eyes, Yoongi stops by your desk. He doesnโ€™t speak, doesnโ€™t try and gain the attention you pointedly withhold. He sets a paper coffee cup on the corner of the tabletop and leaves.
You snatch up the cup after he rounds the corner out of sight. The lack of sugar leaves much to be desired but free coffee is free coffee, especially to a PhD student with limited means.ย 
It isnโ€™t much of an apology but guilt blooms down your spine anyway. He meant well. You arenโ€™t known for giving yourself breaks; unable to quit while youโ€™re ahead. A voluntary day off is less likely than winning the lottery. Youโ€™re a busy body and the constant work keeps you from dissolving into chaos.
You donโ€™t see Yoongi again until every book at your desk is exhausted, begging for a break from your manhandling. Double and triple checking notes and citations are the poor excuse you implement to delay the inevitable. At some point youโ€™ll have to go downstairs to face the music.ย 
Heโ€™s waiting like always, scanning the mountain of returns littering the counter from a long day. Each step closer withers something in your stomach.ย 
The copies in your hand shift onto the wooden surface, joining the stack for him to work through. Yoongi flashes a polite grimace when you catch his eye before immediately diving back into his work.ย Hopefully he understands why you chose Thank You for Smoking. And why you covered the second half of the title with a sticky note.
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Jungkookโ€™s smiling face greets you bright and early. His name tag has been upgraded from flimsy paper to a plastic one and a printed label with his name.ย 
Handing over your library card, he quickly scans it and grabs the books meant for todayโ€™s dissection.ย 
โ€œYoongi wanted me to tell you that if you want more coffee while youโ€™re working, you can go to the staff lounge on the second floor.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€
Jungkook continues sifting through your requests, making sure each is correct.ย  โ€œBetween you and me, the coffee down the street is better. But donโ€™t tell him I said that.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€
โ€œBecause heโ€™s a coffee snob and thinks his shitโ€”sorryโ€”stuff is the best.โ€
โ€œOkay,โ€ you say, grabbing your pile. โ€œThanks.โ€
You set up your station like always, sorting through each book and devising a mental to do list. The desk resembles a feast but instead of food itโ€™s encyclopedias, printed articles, and dusty manuscripts Yoongi wrangled from who knows where. On the outer board of your work station rests the feature of the day: How to Beg for Cigarettes.
A few hours pass between the pages. Your previous research is confirmed by the significantly less dusty encyclopedias this time, corroborating the basis of your thesis. A new work you havenโ€™t seen is cited in the back, piquing your interest for more evidence.ย 
Instead of bothering one of the staff, you use the library website and find it in their catalog. Itโ€™s somewhere on the second floor where Yoongi offers free coffee. Two birds, one stone; a new book and a new cup of coffee.
The layout resembles all the other floors. A collection of study tables in the center crowded by bookshelves on all sides. One person, an undergrad by the look of pure dread on their features, occupies a table but that's it. Glancing at the note with the call number, you start towards the stacks on the left.
You find the correct area, eyes scanning up and down the different shelves to no avail. Hundreds of books, different sizes in an array of colors, flash by but none are the one you need. Youโ€™re about to call it quits when you spot it on the top shelf, just out of reach.
Call it a moment of stupidity, a brief blight of recklessness, but the book sits only a few inches beyond your fingers. You look around to make sure no one is around to witness the brilliantly flawed idea crest in your brain. With the coast clear, you hoist yourself up the shelf.
A deadpan voice nearly makes you fall.
โ€œLooking for something?โ€ย 
Yoongi stands a few feet away, head cocked to the side. Of course heโ€™d find you in such a ridiculous position. Even through the blur of your peripheral vision, the harsh lines of his usual uniform clashes against the back drop of books. Dark jeans fitted over his thighs, dark button down rolled up his arms, and a pair of glasses that make him look hot. But youโ€™re in no position to dwell when the risk of falling on your ass is so high.
โ€œNope, just getting in some exerciseโ€ you grunt, moving your foot to the shallow hold of the next shelf.
Yoongi moseys up behind you before continuing. โ€œAnd climbing a decades old bookshelf is how you stretch your legs?โ€
โ€œYou smoke cigarettes, I climb old furniture. We all have our vices.โ€
Your foot slips from its perch, making you squeak before catching your balance.ย 
โ€œAlright spider-monkey, that's enough.โ€ His hands slide across your hip, fingers curved around the softest part of your waist as he helps you down.ย 
Distracted by the weight of him still on your hip, the heat of his chest a scorching across your back, you donโ€™t even think to disparage him for the cheap Twilight reference. The few inches Yoongi has on you allows him to reach overhead to snag the copy you need with ease. But as you watch his hands close around the spine everything beyond fades to black; like the universe pinholes where you two stand.
โ€œThis one?โ€ You feel the vibration of his words up and down your spine, warm breath tracing across the shell of your ear.
Body on autopilot, you turn to face Yoongi. His mouth moves, eyes scanning the book cover but every word deafens in a muddy haze. He doesnโ€™t seem to realize his hand is still on your waist, or how he crowds you into the shelves; chest to chest, stomachs barely an inch apart.
โ€œHuh?โ€ you ask, tearing your eyes away from his mouth.
โ€œI said, if you asked for this book earlier I could have gotten it for you.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€
โ€œYou okay?โ€ he asks, stepping further into you. โ€œYou look a little flushed.โ€
The bastard smiles. A Godโ€™s honest smile like his thigh isnโ€™t between your own, or he isnโ€™t waiting for a reply while his fingers dig in beneath your ribs.
Just when you open your mouth to say something, Yoongi silences you with a firm squeeze of his hand. His head lowers until his breath ghosts along your chin.ย 
Then youโ€™re kissing; lips sliding together easily like he anticipated it. The world shatters all around from just a few passes of his mouth across your own, the weight of his body flattening you against the bookshelf.ย 
The first hint of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you gasp and Yoongi takes the opportunity to taste you. You melt under his attention. Head tipping back, shoulders bowing to take more, your senses flood with the remnants of coffee and something else; something so quintessential Yoongi your head spins. It lights a new flame in your veins, one burning with pure want.
A handful of his shirt pulls him closer. Yoongi follows easily but gets more than asked for when one of your hands tangles in the back of his hair, tugging until heโ€™s tilting his chin the way you want. Itโ€™s a bad habit other dates have subtly complained about but a noise bubbles in his throat at the dig of your nails; responding with his own palm squeezing roughly across your ass until your hips meet his.ย 
The crash of the book near your feet is like a bucket of ice water.
โ€œOh my god,โ€ you gasp. Jumping back proves futile as the shelf digs further into your spine. โ€œIโ€“โ€
Puffy lips and lowered eyes stare back at you, clear evidence that you havenโ€™t hallucinated what just happened. Yoongi dips down to kiss you again but you slither out of his grip.
Forgetting the book on the tiled floor, you mumble an apology and flee back upstairs, beelining to the vacant restroom.
To your own mortification, your features mirror Yoongiโ€™s; lips swollen, eyes glazed. Your sweater twisted around your torso clearly betraying your rendezvous in the stacks. Beads of sweat cling to your forehead and neck.
A few splashes of cold water help clear the fog in your brain but as it dissipates embarrassment sets in. Making out with a handsome man is one thing. Making out with the librarian assisting in the most important work of your life is an entirely different ordeal; one that can only spell trouble.
Pacing back and forth, the cool paper towel on the back of your neck helps calm your racing heart enough to leave the safety of the ladies room.
Try as you might to drown under piles of books, itโ€™s useless. You pretend to read the same passages over and over but none of the words register. The kiss replays over and over and over again. You kissed Yoongi. Yoongi kissed you back. He tried to kiss you again when you pulled away.
The end of the day inevitably comes which means you have to face him whether you want to or not. But you wonโ€™t allow a single lapse of judgment to affect your work; a moment of weakness propelled by months of abstinence that just so happened to coincide with a surly librarianโ€™s entrance into your life. You just needed to get it out of your system. If it hadnโ€™t been Yoongi it would have been someone else.ย 
At least thatโ€™s what you tell yourself.
A glance at your watch informs you that today is the second day youโ€™ll leave the library early. Rather than give into the stubborn instinct to stay, you decide putting as much distance between yourself and Yoongi is far better for your mental health. With squared shoulders and a raised chin, you head downstairs.ย 
Yoongiโ€™s waiting behind the counter. He isnโ€™t typing on his computer or scanning books. He watches every step you take, arms crossed in front as he leans forward like heโ€™s eager for a confrontation.ย 
โ€œYoongi,โ€ you say.
โ€œY/N.โ€
You use every fiber of will to maintain eye contact as you pass your stack over the counter. โ€œIโ€™ll need these same ones tomorrow.โ€
โ€œOkay.โ€ He nods. โ€œAnd the kiss?โ€
โ€œWhat kiss?โ€ you croak.
Yoongiโ€™s eyes blaze like youโ€™re a new puzzle to be solved, like he wants to take you apart and find exactly what makes you tick. You feel naked. โ€œThe one where youโ€”โ€
โ€œMust have been someone else. Sorry. Have a good night!โ€ You rush for the door before he can say another word.
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Another morning is another day in the library, but this time your roommate begs to tag along.ย 
โ€œLook, Iโ€™m not getting anything done on my thesis so maybe youโ€™ll rub off on me,โ€ Taehyung says.
Rolling your eyes, you step through the door he holds open. โ€œI think youโ€™ve had plenty of people rub off on you.โ€
Gasping with fake indignation, he catches up easily. โ€œAre you calling me a slut?โ€ย 
โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œGood, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Is that him?โ€
Yoongi and Jungkook are talking behind the counter. Jungkookโ€™s hands wave wildly as he recounts whatever information to his boss while Yoongi listens with fake interest. Or that's what someone else might think. The subtle signs he cares are hidden in the details; the miniscule lift of shoulders, a cock of his head, and when Jungkook pouts in a way too ridiculous for a man his size, Yoongi hides a smile in the shake of his head.
โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œAnd Iโ€™m the slut?โ€ Taehyung scowls as you pinch his shoulder. โ€œWhat? Heโ€™s a nerdโ€™s walking wet dream.โ€ย 
โ€œAnd he can hear you, so shut up.โ€
โ€œMorning!โ€ Jungkook calls on his way past with a cart full of books.ย 
He grins like he knows exactly what happened on the second floor yesterday but that canโ€™t be true. Yoongi doesnโ€™t seem like the type to kiss and tell. Only the type to kiss and tease you relentlessly for it when no one else is around to hear.
Taehyungโ€™s attention immediately locks on him. You love your roommate, always have and, unfortunately, always will; but he is a slut and Jungkook is definitely his type. However, heโ€™s on your turf and knows better than to fuck where you have to eat for the next few months.ย 
โ€œY/N, Y/Nโ€™s friend,โ€ Yoongi says when you approach his desk.ย 
โ€œTaehyung.โ€ย 
โ€œRight,โ€ Yoongi drawls, blinking lazily before sliding your books over and turning around to sort something on the opposite counter.
Taehyung, ever the gentleman, grabs the pile for you and follows upstairs.ย 
โ€œWell he seems like a cup of sunshine,โ€ Taehyung whispers.ย 
โ€œJust because he isnโ€™t fawning over you doesnโ€™t mean heโ€™s an asshole.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m very fawn-able, ask anyone,โ€ your roommate argues as you approach the fifth floor. โ€œWait, what's thisโ€ฆ How to Defeat Your Own Clone and Other Tips for Surviving the Biotech Revolution. This is the type of shit heโ€™s giving you? Youโ€™re easier than I am.โ€
โ€œGive me that.โ€ You snatch the paperback out of his grip. โ€œStop being nosy.โ€
Taehyung lets you work in peace after that, disappearing to gather more of his own materials. Even in undergrad heโ€™d never been one to sit still for long. But he still managed to get a spot doing an engineering thesis despite the constant changes in his attention.
After several hours of mind numbing typing you need a break, and another cup of coffee on someone elseโ€™s dime sounds perfect.
โ€œIโ€™m getting coffee.โ€
โ€œBring me some,โ€ Taehyung says without looking up from his screen.
The staff lounge is nothing fancy. A couple small tables with plastic chairs tucked around, a cork board covered with fliers, and a white board stuck to the fridge scrawled upon with black dry erase marker. The coffee pot sits full in the machine, still hot to the touch.ย 
You pour two cups. Taehyungโ€™s gets loaded with creamer cups until itโ€™s closer to white than black while yours is sweetened to sickening perfection. When you try to take a sip, the liquid immediately burns your tongue. Too hot coffee is better than cold coffee but an ice cube would help make it more palatable.
Moving back to the fridge, you go to open the freeze but stop when the white board catches your attention again.
Most notes are chores or friendly reminders about time cards but almost half the board is dedicated to a back and forth.
โ€˜Unofficial Employee of the Month: Jungkookโ€™ย 
A note in Yoongiโ€™s tight script: โ€˜You donโ€™t work here.โ€™
โ€˜Thatโ€™s why it's unofficial!โ€™ in what must be Jungkookโ€™s messy handwriting.
โ€˜Youโ€™re my official employee of the month. - Namjoonโ€™
At the bottom is a crude drawing of stick figures, two tall smiling ones holding hands under a rainbow labeled โ€˜JKโ€™ and โ€˜Joonโ€™ and a comically shorter one with evil eyebrows surrounded by storm clouds and โ€˜yoongi :(โ€™ overhead.
โ€œSnooping for secrets?โ€
โ€œJesus Christ,โ€ you jump, turning to face Yoongi. โ€œHas anyone ever told you itโ€™s rude to sneak up on people?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re in the staff lounge, thereโ€™s gonna be staff here.โ€ Yoongi crosses to the coffee pot on the counter and pours himself a cup. He doesnโ€™t add cream or sugar or anything else to lessen the bitterness. Cliche. โ€œSo, was bringing your boyfriend here your subtle way of letting me down?โ€
โ€œYou think Taehyung is my boyfriend?โ€ You whirl around in shock. Yoongi raises a brow, prompting you to continue. โ€œJungkook is more his type than I am.โ€
Yoongi releases a pleased hum, eyes shining. โ€œSo no boyfriend then?โ€
โ€œNope.โ€
Youโ€™re shaking but donโ€™t look away from his hungry gaze. Yoongi takes a step closer, and another and one more until you're pinned to the countertop and his mouth is on yours.ย 
This time, you're more aware of everything. The smell of his cologne, the tickle of his bangs along your forehead, all the tiny details that were muffled before. Yoongiโ€™s lips are firm against your own, a little chapped but it only makes you hotter with each pass.
His mouth is everywhere; your chin, your jaw, peppering down your throat until he pushes aside the hem of your shirt and sets to work on the jut of your collarbone like heโ€™ll never get a chance again.ย 
โ€œYoongi,โ€ you hum on the first rake of teeth.ย 
He takes it as an invitation to dig in harder, sucking the skin until your spine threatens to break and you say his name again. Desperate for some kind of anchor, you knot your fingers back in his hair and pull.ย 
A throaty noise responds and the need to hear more rears its head. Yoongi who always watches with measured fascination undone by some light petting. The power is addictive.ย 
Legs spread, he presses in flat. The heat of his cock, rigid beneath the fabric of his jeans, teases across the seam of your own. You're technically still in public but the consequences concern you less than the knowledge that youโ€™ll go mad if you donโ€™t feel him. His arms circle your back, pulling you firmer against him, right to the edge of the linoleum counter.
Wedging a hand between your bodies, you manage to get his zipper undone while your tongue traces along his jaw. Yoongi angles his hips to help, curling into your palm when you cup him over the fabric of his boxers. Every press has him swelling harder.ย 
His hands reach under your shirt. Skin on skin, the rough calluses of his fingers trace your ribs, thumbs following the cup of your bra in a tease. Itโ€™s a simple touch but your own hands falter when he brushes a nipple. You melt into each other.
โ€œHey, Yoongi, do you know whereโ€”HOLY SHIT!โ€
Jungkook stops at the door, eyes wide, mouth wider.ย 
โ€œGet out!โ€ Yoongi barks. Heโ€™s trying his best to keep your body covered from the younger manโ€™s view but even if Jungkook isnโ€™t getting a full frontal he isnโ€™t dumb enough not to realize whatโ€™s going on.
Yoongi shudders a few breaths. Head hung low, he tucks himself back into his pants without moving away. Youโ€™re already slipping down from your perch when he looks back up.
โ€œIโ€™m just gonnaโ€ฆgo,โ€ you mumble, scurrying out the door.
Jungkook waits outside, eyes still bugging out of his head but at least has the decency to pretend he didnโ€™t catch you in the act.
Tugging your shirt down, you avoid his gaze. How far would you have let Yoongi go if Jungkook hadnโ€™t interrupted?ย 
โ€œCoffee?โ€ Taehyung asks as you approach the table.
You know what you look like without a mirror. The same as yesterday with glassy eyes and bruised lips, clothes wrinkled. Thankfully, Taehyung is more interested in his modeling software than where youโ€™ve been.ย 
โ€œThey were out.โ€ย 
With a sigh like he is personally victimized by the lack of caffeine, Taehyung collapses on the table and plays dead. But he perks up at the sound of footsteps approaching behind you.
โ€œYou left this in the break room,โ€ Yoongi says, dropping a cup of coffee by your side before disappearing.ย 
You turn to follow his retreating for until heโ€™s hidden back between the shelves. The back of his hair is still messy despite his attempt to fix it, same with the wrinkles in his shirt from your hands.
โ€œI thought they were out?โ€ Taehyung eyes you suspiciously when you look back at him.
Cradling the still hot cup in your hands, you avoid his gaze. โ€œShut up.โ€
โ€œSo you do have to sleep with someone to get a cup of coffee.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not sleeping with him,โ€ you spit in a harsh whisper.
โ€œWhy not?โ€
โ€œBecauseโ€ฆโ€
Because what exactly? There isnโ€™t a good reason other than the fact Jungkook was the king of cockblocks. You would have let Yoongi do just about anything he wanted and he seemed to be in agreement. But youโ€™d rather die than admit that out loud.
โ€œYou are so smart and so incredibly stupid.โ€ Taehyung rolls his eyes, rising to pack his things. โ€œI need to pee.โ€
You point him in the direction of the bathrooms and get back to work.
When Taehyung returns minutes later he starts shoving his things in his bag. โ€œIโ€™m leaving.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€
โ€œThis is like the epicenter of hot smart men and I refuse to suffer any longer.โ€
โ€œYou got Jungkookโ€™s number,โ€ you deadpan.
Taehyung canโ€™t hide his own shit eating grin. โ€œYoongi gave it to me.โ€
โ€œIf youโ€™re leaving, so am I.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€ your roommate whines.ย 
โ€œBecause I got you a hot date and that means you owe me dinner.โ€
โ€œTechnically it was Yoongi but Iโ€™ll concede.โ€ Taehyung heaves his bag up. โ€œCome now my dearest, we can still get happy hour if we hurry.โ€ย 
You reach in your own bag and toss him your keys. โ€œGo wait in the car. Iโ€™ve gotta go grab another book real quick.โ€
โ€œWhatever,โ€ Taehyung says, mumbling something like โ€˜nerdsโ€™ under his breath as he heads downstairs.
You find Yoongi while on your way to his desk, already toting around the cart piled high with returns from the day. Several of the covers are Taehyungโ€™s picks and somehow the knowledge theyโ€™ve spoken almost knocks you off kilter. Taehyung is a good wingman and thatโ€™s what worries you most.
โ€œHi,โ€ he says, kneeling to put a book on a low shelf.
It shouldnโ€™t have the effect it does but something about the way Yoongi looks up at you, on his knees, head tipped back, has your mind running wild with the image of him in the same position with both of you wearing far less clothing. Maybe if you werenโ€™t interrupted in the staff lounge youโ€™d have seen it in real life.
โ€œHi. Mind if I add these to the pile?โ€ย 
โ€œGo ahead.โ€
The Stocking was Hung sits on top. You donโ€™t wait around to see his reaction.
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The temperature had steadily been increasing over the past weeks but this morning is the worst of all. That inescapable warmth fully seeded overnight and promised the comforting days of sweaters and pants are long gone.
Heat makes you lazy and fitful. In the early hours, long before you actually need to be awake, you stare up at the ceiling of your room. Not even a frigid shower helped the stickiness of your skin or laying still in your bed in nothing but one of Taehyungโ€™s shirts and ratty shorts. It followed you everywhere until you left for the same brick building you spend more time at than at home.
Without thought, you throw on the first seasonally appropriate outfit in your closet; a thin dress that covers enough for the public but promises to keep you cool.
Yoongi seems to be taking the change in weather as well as you are. His usual attire is absent, nothing but a white shirt clinging to his torso. The pale skin of his forearms briefly catches your attention but you focus anywhere else to stop from rounding the desk and finishing what started upstairs.
You steel yourself and approach the desk, determined to act normal.
Familiar dark eyes flash up to greet you but Yoongiโ€™s mouth doesnโ€™t form any words. He just stares at you. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your shoulders, your neck, and then he pointedly keeps them trained on your eyes. Like he's willing to pretend yesterday didnโ€™t happen.ย 
He doesnโ€™t speak when he passes over the same pile of books as yesterday but you can feel him burn a hole in your back. Even after you climb up the stairs and out of sight, the prickling sensation youโ€™re being watched follows.
You donโ€™t get anything done. The words on the page might as well be another language as your mind races.
Yoongi didnโ€™t give you an extra book today.
An endless list of potential explanations race through your mind. Maybe youโ€™d been too forward with your choice. Maybe heโ€™s gotten it out of his system, a quick tryst in the employee lounge enough to satiate his curiosity. Maybe because itโ€™s the second time youโ€™ve brushed him off. Even if it wasnโ€™t your fault Jungkook stumbled in before anything worthwhile could happen.ย 
But he isnโ€™t speaking to you and he isnโ€™t giving you the random book youโ€™ve come to look forward to every morning.ย 
Channeling the restless energy of overthinking, you take a lap around the floor. You pause to flip through random books as you zigzag through the stacks. Anything to take your mind off the unshakable tension sticking in the air like syrup.
Your laptop is in sleep mode by the time you reluctantly come back. Everything is as you left except a book youโ€™ve never seen before sits on top of the open one youโ€™d been reading.
Thereโ€™s a Boy in the Girlsโ€™ Bathroom.ย 
A sticky note sticks up from the inside of the cover. A bolt of excitement shoots down your spine. When you flip it open a familiar handwriting stares back: โ€˜on the seventh floorโ€™.
You hadnโ€™t been gone too long but the fear of making him wait has you rushing up the stairs. Each step brings you closer to where he waits until youโ€™re opening the bathroom door.
โ€œYoongi?โ€ย 
A hand wraps around your upper arm, yanking you in. Another hand silences a surprised shout before you realize itโ€™s Yoongi and not a murderer pinning you to the interior of the door you just came through.
โ€œJesus, you scared me.โ€ย 
โ€œSorry,โ€ he breathes. โ€œItโ€™s just not a good look for me to be up here.โ€
โ€œOh, really?โ€ You smile. โ€œAnd why is that?โ€
โ€œThis is my job.โ€
โ€œDidnโ€™t seem to stop you before.โ€
โ€œWho says itโ€™s stopping me now?โ€
He thumbs the strap of your dress, hooking under the thin material and dragging it down your arm. The heat and weight of Yoongi against you, touching you so simply, makes you vibrate. Yoongi moves into your neck, panting with a grind against your thigh. โ€œI swear I donโ€™t usually do this.โ€
You want to argue that you have two accounts that he does do this often, at least with you. But for someone who says they donโ€™t, Yoongi is surprisingly natural. The tease prickling the end of your tongue fizzles out under his teeth across the curve of your shoulder, goosebumps blossoming along your back.ย 
A whimper unbecoming of an adult woman breaks the lullaby of summer air conditioner singing through the vents. Youโ€™re sweating under the cling of your dress, skin hot to the touch thanks to Yoongiโ€™s attention; long fingers curved around your waist, thumbs skimming just under your breast.
โ€œCould have fooled me.โ€
โ€œThis is a very nice dress.โ€ His mouth bites down your neck, taking advantage of the new strips of skin the neckline unveils.
โ€œThatโ€™s all it takes?โ€ you pant from the wet of his tongue. โ€œA pretty dress?โ€
โ€œIf you think,โ€ he whispers into your ear. โ€œIโ€™m doing this because of your dress then you really havenโ€™t been paying attention.โ€
The dark locks of his hair are too alluring to resist, tempting one of your own hands to scratch against the tip of his spine when Yoongi rolls against you again. A firm tug brings him to your mouth, lips molding to one another in a searing kiss. You can taste the coffee from the lounge and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke, like he thought to hide it before asking you to follow him.
โ€œHow long? How long have you wanted this?โ€
Yoongi hooks one of your thighs higher, savoring the heat of your core against the crotch of his pants with a slow thrust. โ€œSince you came in and busted my balls over not having that archived manuscript when the website said we did.โ€
You remember that day. Patience thin from Taehyungโ€™s loud overnight guest, you stormed into the library looking to take it out on a photocopy of the manuscript only for the only copy to be AWOL. Yoongi became the surrogate for your rage, his eyes burning into your skull as questioned how he could let it happen.
The next day was when he started adding books to your stack.
โ€œThat was months ago.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a patient guy.โ€
You want him naked; ache to catalog what heโ€™s hidden underneath bulky sweaters and loose button ups over the past few months. But that idea has to wait for somewhere less risky. You settle for dipping your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers over the elastic of his boxers peeking from the waistband of his pants.
Attempting to hide the effect he has, you loop your fingers in his belt loops and pull him even closer so your face is hidden in the crook of his neck. โ€œThereโ€™s a Boy in the Girlsโ€™ Bathroom? A little on the nose, donโ€™t you think?โ€
โ€œLike The Stocking was Hung is any better?โ€ Yoongi sighs as your mouth ghosts over the rising vein webbing the side of his throat.
โ€œHey!โ€ you object, rising to face him. โ€œI thought youโ€™d appreciate it after that mothman book.โ€
โ€œI appreciate you complimenting my dick plenty.โ€
Yoongi doesnโ€™t let you go, hands palming at the swell of your ass the entire way from the door to the counter. Heโ€™s got one hand curved along your jaw, thumb hooked around your chin and his teeth bruising your lower lip. The edge of granite digs in your spine but not for long as he lifts you and settles on his knees to dive under your skirt.ย 
He kisses up your calf, tongue snaking across the knob of your knee then the plush of your thigh. Just when you feel a puff of breath against the damp crotch of your panties, Yoongi falls to repeat the same path against your other leg.ย 
You donโ€™t suffer for long. Pooling the excess fabric around your waist, Yoongi blinks up from between your thighs. The pink of his tongue follows the edge of your panties, wetting the fabric more until it clings obscenely.ย 
He pushes his glasses up to rest on the top of his head, keeping the mess of gray and black hair out of his eyes before diving back down.
His tongue lathers over your covered slit with a groan. โ€œTaste better than I imagined.โ€
โ€œYou thought about this?โ€
โ€œCouldnโ€™t stop thinking about it. On my desk, yours, against that fucking bookshelf.โ€ Yoongi punctures each word with more wet kisses against your core. โ€œIn my car, my bed. Everywhere.โ€
A cool breath has your thighs squeezing around his head thanks to the erotic combination of his spit and your own fluids drenching your panties. โ€œIs this all you think about?โ€
โ€œI had to come up here and jerk off yesterday because I couldnโ€™t stop thinking about your hands.โ€
Your panties are pulled to the side before you can indulge in the new visual blooming on the edge of consciousness. โ€œYoongi.โ€
Eyes closed, his mouth circles your clit, tongue gently stroking you to life. Every pass against the sensitive bundle of nerves has your thighs squeezing around his head.ย 
The first prod of fingers makes Yoongiโ€™s hold on the crook of your knee tighten. He stretches you back open, eyes following the way you suck him inside; coating his spindly digits with more arousal each time.
โ€œA-ah,โ€ you shake. โ€œPlease.โ€
Yoongi chances a glance up at your face, the needy sheen in your eyes, the way your mouth gapes, and decides to take mercy.ย 
He latches back onto your clit. Yoongi groans as you tug his hair, knocking his glasses to the ground. The pace he works your remains lethargic, savoring the kick of your hips until you grind against his mouth.ย 
Throaty groans vibrate against your cunt, tightening the muscles along the inside of your thighs. Neither of you are doing a good job muffling yourselves but if itโ€™s between getting caught and having him stop then youโ€™ll deal with the consequences when they come.
โ€œOh, Yoongi.โ€ Your chest pulls tight; spurred on by the sounds of Yoongi bullying your insides, his mouth smacking against your folds. โ€œIโ€™mโ€” oh, oh, oh!โ€
The rough crook of his fingers sends you flying. Only the pressure of his shoulders keep you from slipping off the counter as you explode against his mouth. Euphoria rushes your veins, licks of pleasure overwhelming. Every muscle quivers as Yoongi works you through until you use his hair to pull him away.
Heโ€™s quick on his feet. Youโ€™re still recovering as Yoongi pushes your bra down and draws one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until you pull his hair again. Eyes cinched tight, face wet, you force his pants open then his underwear until Yoongi is almost as exposed as you are; pretty in your palm, sticky and hot to the touch.
But itโ€™s not enough to feel him in your hand, you need to feel him inside. To fill you up where you sit hollow and aching without his fingers to provide a sliver of relief. โ€œFuck me.โ€
Yoongi doesnโ€™t tease, has no quip about how needy you are. He keeps his mouth on your chest and uses his hands to grab something out of his pocket. It happens so fast you donโ€™t even realize the condom is on until he nudges between your legs.
Your nails dig into his back, breathing through the initial stretch is the only way you stay quiet. Yoongi hides himself back in your neck, strained noises clawing out of his throat.
Yoongi isnโ€™t gentle. Not caution or waiting. Months of push and pull destroy any desire for him to treat you as something fragile. He rushes into desperately, forcing your palm flat against the mirror behind you for some semblance of stability.
โ€œGod,โ€ he grunts. โ€œYouโ€™re incredible.โ€
You whimper a quiet acknowledgement, too fucked out to blush under his praise; pulling Yoongi closer until heโ€™s scooping his hands underneath your ass, thrusting into you over and over. His mouth finds yours. Greedy. Hungry.ย 
Itโ€™s Yoongi who struggles to stay quiet. Even through the kiss he moans loud enough you feel it in your throat. You listen to them all, twisting the hand knotted in his hair to hear the whine youโ€™ve quickly become obsessed with.
โ€œShould have done this sooner,โ€ your back arches and Yoongiโ€™s mouth slips back down.ย 
โ€œI tried. But you kept ignoring me.โ€
โ€œI wasnโ€™tโ€”fuckโ€”ignoring you.โ€ Yoongi is everywhere. His taste on your mouth, cologne burned in your nose. The feel of him all over your body. โ€œShit.โ€
He fucks you harder to prove a point, hand slipping down to rub your clit. Your second orgasm glows on the edges. If Yoongi keeps playing with you, stretching you in half on his cock and biting a mark into your breast, you know youโ€™ll come.
You focus on breathing. Letting it come to you instead of chasing it, overthinking it to the point it evades you. Itโ€™s easier than usual. Yoongi doesn't leave room for anything else beyond feeling good.ย 
โ€œOh my god,โ€ you whisper as the cord tightens.ย 
Everything turns white hot, pleasure tearing through your muscles and ripping them to shreds. You convulse in Yoongiโ€™s hold, only pinned down by his hips fucking you brutally. Nerves shot, Yoongi babbles praise in your ear but it's indecipherable from the headrush.
Yoongi follows you over the edge a few strokes later, twitching inside you until he stills. His hips give a few arrhythmic bucks as he fills the condom with his load.ย 
There's something nastier about clothed sex. The way sweat makes your clothes cling tighter, the rush of needing each other so badly you canโ€™t be bothered to do more than pull things to the side.ย 
You feel dirty but in a good way. Yoongi kisses across the apples of your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, even your brows, but never returns to your lips. Each leaves you more frustrated than the last, muscles twitching beneath and head turning at the last second to try and meet his mouth.ย 
Tricking you with a brief connection, he laughs when you chase his lips as he dodgers back. But a pout and whine bring him back into your orbit.
He cleans you up with paper towels, wiping away the mess between your thighs with something akin to disappointment. But he doesnโ€™t complain as he fixes your clothes and then his own. Muscles like jelly, you fall into his side when he helps you down from the counter.ย 
With a kiss to your temple, โ€œLet's get out of here.โ€
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โ€œMorning, Yoongi.โ€ You smile as you walk up to his desk.
A set of dark eyes rise to greet you, taking the cup of coffee you so graciously offer before smiling as well. โ€œGood morning.โ€
Jungkook gawks like heโ€™s never seen you two speak before. Round eyes bounce between you and Yoongi as if itโ€™s a tennis match instead of a normal conversation. Probably because Yoongi was less than subtle when he pulled you out of the building yesterday, telling him to call Namjoon if anything came up.
Or maybe because youโ€™re wearing one of Yoongiโ€™s shirts.
You discovered much about the mysterious librarian overnight. Heโ€™d taken you back to his apartment; a perfect extension of himself decorated with dark furniture and more books than anyone could possibly read. Yoongi owned a collection of vinyl records that rivaled his book collection, he was a great cook, and he was studying to take the entrance exam for law school.ย 
After you were wined and dined, Yoongi dedicated hours between your legs. On his couch, against the massive bookcase in his living room, between the sheets of his bed.ย 
He also had a kink for eating you out while you explained your thesis in precise detail.
Youโ€™d only been allowed to leave when Yoongi was getting ready for work, not that you'd put up much argument.ย 
You make a scene of sorting through the stack he slides over. Itโ€™s not that you donโ€™t trust Yoongi. But now that youโ€™ve had a taste, youโ€™re addicted to his presence. But he unfortunately canโ€™t follow you upstairs so you savor the time now.ย 
โ€œOne of my books is missing,โ€ you say.
โ€œOh, right.โ€
Yoongi passes over an unfamiliar copy.
Maybe He Just Likes You
And the blue sticky note attached, with his handwriting. โ€˜Dinner when you're done?โ€™
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summary โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห– in which you and art can't seem to keep your hands to yourself after your first victorious win in weeks.
warningsย โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห–ย  MINORS DNI ! ( 18+ ) | language, graphic smut, unprotected sex (please stay safe y'all), art references to being turned on by watching reader play tennis, power dynamics?, switch!reader, switch!art, semi-public!sex, praise kink, hair pulling, oral (fem!receiving), obsessive!art (he is literally obsessed with the reader omg), p in v sex, art and reader almost get caught lmao, lmk if i missed anything!
word countย โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห– 3.1k +
pairingย โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห– standford!art donaldson x fem!stanford!reader
PART 2 OF LOOSEN UP!
authorโ€™s noteย โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห–ย  if you haven't read part one, please do so before reading this! also i am a firm believer in art giving you aftercare after sex, no matter where it is in case you couldn't tell ;) i kinda rushed the ending sorry i just wanted to get it out in time :/ hope you enjoy!
publishing dateย โ€• .๏พŸโ€ชโ€ช ห–ย  may 17th, 2024 | ยฉ HEARTSHAPEDMISERY
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A breathy groan escaped your lips as your racket smacked the tennis ball across the net, your final attempt at winning points in the match. You intensively watched your opponentโ€”some hot-shot blonde from North Carolinaโ€”as she darted to hit the ball back to you. Your breath hitched as you saw her ankle roll from the impact, making her legs give out beneath her and ultimately miss the ball.
The air was knocked out of your lungs as the ball bounced out of the court. The game was yours.
"Game, (L/N)," the announcer sounds over the PA system, cheers erupting from the stands. Your eyes searched for Art, before seeing him standing on the sideline clapping his hands proudly with a smile.
Ever since his visit to your apartment, the two of you had been inseparable. Your preceding professional relationship had blossomed into a personal one within the blink of an eye, and your once light-hearted repartee had become rather flirty and intense.
He couldn't seem to keep his hands off of you, and you couldn't seem to ignore how much you loved it. Whether it be at his place, in the locker rooms, or even on the fucking tennis court (it was late at night and dark, and of course, art had been adamant to make sure everyone had gone home before he proposed the idea.)
You were addicted to each other. Drunk on each other's touch, and you never wanted to get sober.
"You did great out there. Congratulations," his lush voice cuts into the sporadic ringing in your ears when you finally make your way over to him, your chest still buzzing after your win as the two of you walk off the court.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, and not just because Art's hand didn't leave the small of your back until you were out of everyone's view and walked down the somewhat empty hallway of the athletic center.
"You think so?" you pondered lightly, still trying to catch your breath as you caught his eye. You recognized the look on his face; it was one you had grown to know all too well. The way his lips parted slightly, and his eyes seemed to darken as they drank in your elated state.
It was a look of lust.
"Oh, I know so," he corrected you, his voice low. His arm snaked around your waist as the two of you came to a stop outside the women's bathroom, your chest flush against his as he pulled you into him.
"I couldn't take my eyes off of you," he admitted. "The way you lose yourself when you're out on that court, it's mesmerizing."
His gaze trailed from your face to your chest to your ass, drinking in your appearance. He had always loved the skirt you had decided to wear for today's match; just a simple, white tennis skirt that seemed to be just a little bit shorter than the rest and hugged you in all the right places.
"Oh yeah?" you tested, a small smirk tugging at your lips. A giggle escaped your lips as his hand ran down your hip before settling on your ass, giving it a good squeeze as he leaned into you.
"Yeah," he whispered against your lips, before pulling you in for a hungry kiss by the back of your neck with his free hand. You let out an excited moan from the back of your throat the second you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, completely enveloping himself in you.
"Fuck, you're killing me, sweetheart," he muttered to you once he finally pulled away, grasping your arm and pulling you into the women's bathroom behind him. Thankfully, there was nobody in there, or else it would've made for a very awkward conversation.
"You wanna do this now? Here?" you ask unsteadily as the two of you stumble over to the sink, looking around at the highly impractical place he had chosen to hook up with you.
"You did so well today," he told you sweetly. "You deserve a reward, baby."
The spot between your legs dampened at his words, your thighs rubbing together as he pushed you up against the sink with his hips, searching for any sort of relief.
"Yeah?" your worries washed away. You decided to have a little fun with this.
"You wanna be my trophy, baby?" you played lightly, running your hands through his hair. A slight gasp escaped your throat as you felt his erection press against your thigh, a dazed grin on his face.
"Always," he growled in your ear, his nose nuzzling the soft skin of your neck as he left sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw.
Carefully, his hands ran up and under the hem of your skirt, caressing the softness of your thighs before he hooked his fingers on your panties and tugged them down in one swift movement. A smirk cracked across his face as he tucked them into the back pocket of his shorts, the pale lace hanging out messily.
A surge of excitement ran through your veins as your eyes fell on the unlocked bathroom door. Anyone could walk in on the two of you and see just how well your tennis coach really treats you.
The mere thought itself drove you wild.
Quickly, he set you up on the sink and nudged your knees apart, giving him the perfect view of your soaked core as he sunk to his knees to be level with your lower half.
His eyes poured into yours as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, grasping your thighs firmly to keep them in place. The mere sight of him before you made a shaky whimper blow past your lips, your fingers moving to brush the stray strands of hair that hung over his light eyes.
"So, so pretty," you whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips met your soft skin.
He pressed wet kisses along the inside of your thighs, slowly making his way to where he wanted you most. You shuddered deeply when you felt his tongue finally lay flat against your wet core, his nose budding against your clit as he delved into you as if you were his last meal.
"Oh my g-god," you whined, digging your heel into the muscle of his back, his grip on your thigh tight enough to leave a mark. He held you in place as you squirmed around at his touch. You simply couldn't keep still as his lips sucked at your wetness, his tongue lapping at you mercilessly.
A groan reverberated in his chest when your legs tightened around his head, your ankles interlocking and pulling him closer to you.
"Please," you whimpered, the vibrations of his low moans stimulating your core. Your eyes peered down as his hand moved to the crotch of his shorts, palming the erection he had gotten from the sweet taste of you.
It no doubt sent you over the edge, a moan falling from your lips as you watched him pleasure himself. You couldn't take it anymore; you needed to feel him.
"Art," you breathed, pulling him away from your core. His head lulled back lazily, his pretty eyes meeting yours as a dazed smirk bloomed across his lips. His chin was glistening with your slick. "Please fuck me."
He didn't hesitate to stand to his feet, his lips smashing against yours exasperatingly. Despite how much he loved pleasuring you with his tongue, you didn't need to tell him twice.
You could taste yourself on his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth, moaning against your lips. His behavior was obsessive, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you as close to him as possible as his clothed hard-on rutted against your bare core.
"See you what you do to me?" he whispered to you with a sigh, bringing your hand to the front of his shorts to feel him. You couldn't help but moan, taking it upon yourself to dip your fingers into his waistband and grasping him.
"It's a good thing I know how to control myself when you're the court," he laughed lightly. "Otherwise we'd have a real problem."
You nodded as you gently pumped him, excited at the thought of Art getting a boner while he watched you play. "Yeah? Do you like watching me play, Coach?"
He groaned into your neck at the nickname as you continued to jack him off, his balls stiff and his tip reddened. You were being such a tease and he hated it.
"I like watching you win," he suddenly pulled you off the counter and spun you around, bending your body over the sink.
"And you're a winner, right baby?" lips brushed against your ear as he caged you between his body and the counter. You could feel his dick pressed against your ass, eager to feel you.
"Yes," you whined, white-knuckling the counter as you could feel him moving around behind you, running his tip along your wet slit.
"Yes, what?" he was having fun with you now.
"Yes, Coach," you groaned, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were dark, and you could've sworn you saw a mischievous smirk flash across his face before he pushed himself into you swiftly.
His hips stuttered at the sound of the moan that fell from your lips, his grip on your hips tightening mercilessly.
You whimpered pathetically as he bottomed out inside of you, his pelvis bone flushed with the round of your ass. You stretched around him sweetly, watching his face contort in the mirror with pleasure.
"God, you're so tight," he breathed out, but his tone was almost desperate. His hips slowly began to move, which you were thankful for. The sweet burn of his cock sliding in and out of you was something you had only dreamed of, especially after the night at your apartment.
His free hand moved from its spot on your hip and reached around you to squeeze your right breast, his large and veiny hand cupping it perfectly. You couldn't help but moan at the dense feeling as it heightened your pleasure, your core clenching around him subconsciously.
"Feels so good," you mumbled as his hand moved from your chest to your hair, his slender fingers combing through it before giving it a harsh tug, the force pulling your back to his chest roughly.
"That's it, baby," he groaned in your ear, not letting up on his rhythmic thrusts up into you. "You can take it."
He watched you through the mirror as your eyes rolled back, his grip on your hair still tight enough to hold you in place against his chest. He took the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses, trailing from the spot right beneath your jaw down to your exposed collarbone.
His lips sent you into a frenzy, the sensation making the familiar coil in your stomach tighten as it mixed with the pleasure between your legs. You wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and Art could feel you coming undone with each thrust.
"Gonna come for me, baby?" he cooed gently to you as he met your gaze, holding it intensely as you nodded lazily. He wasn't far off either, so he quickened his pace to bring the both of you to your climaxes.
"So good," was all you were able to say, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a chant as he panted behind you from his relentless momentum.
Before you knew it, warmth spread throughout your lower belly as he pulled your orgasm out of you with a helpless cry, your head lulling back against his chest as your muscles tensed. An unsteady groan ripped from his chest as he sighed into your hair, his eye screwing shut as his release washed over him as well.
A string of incoherent pleas fell from your mouths simultaneously, the both of you in utter awe of one another. It took a moment for both of you to come back down from your highs, speechless from what had just unexpectedly unfolded in the women's bathroom.
Art helped you look presentable again after he tucked himself away, moving the stray hairs from your face and slipping your underwear back up your smooth legs for you. You watched him with a smile, elated at the way his hands lingered on your hips as he flattened your skirt down.
"Good as new, sweetheart," he placed a kiss to your temple as the two of you moved to walk out the door until it swung open.
You were met with a disgruntled old lady as the two of you stood awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, unsure of what to say.
Oh shit, you thought. You would guess Art was thinking the same thing based on the deer-in-headlights look that he had on his face.
"Excuse me," she brushed past the both of you with a confused look, before disappearing into one of the stalls. She wanted no business with whatever she had just walked in on.
You looked at Art, finding it hard to hold back the laugh that bubbled up from your chest.
"Let's get out of here before we traumatize more little old ladies..."
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โ€” joel miller x fem!reader
โ€” warnings: explicit content minors dni, smutttt, dirty talk, very minimal plot sorry not sorry, swearing, needles, mention of injuries/cuts
โ€” a/n: happy tlou release week!! this is set in jackson between the first and second game, i wrote the first part before i saw the show but just imagine with me okay. and itโ€™s literally just bc i saw joel in that denim shirt and went yeahโ€ฆ i wanna fuck him in that. lmao. also dedicated to @everybirdfellsilent because we have been waiting for this show for so long and itโ€™s finally here and oaoxosoxosox. wow.
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You hadnโ€™t asked for much.
It was a simple fix, you were sure of it. Yes, you donโ€™t know anything about how to fix hinges, nor do you have any clue about how you broke it in the first place. Either way, itโ€™s just a few screws and a metal piece, so was it really that hard to find five minutes to fix it?
Leading another one of the horses into the stable, you pointedly step over the gate that now lays on the floor, too heavy for you to move it. The horse tramples it, of course, which is why you had asked for someone to come and fix it before the horses were brought back in from patrol. Clearly, no one gave a shit about your question, but you know theyโ€™d all be the first to complain if it was their horse that got out through a broken gate.
It was late now, anyways. Too late for you to get anyone out, and even with the safety of Jacksonโ€™s walls keeping you blocked off from the outside world, being out at night still freaked you. When you finally got the horse in your hand settled and fed, you promptly sat yourself on the floor of the stable. Without the front gate, it wasnโ€™t safe to leave the horses alone. With your luck, theyโ€™d get spooked and run all the way through town, and the last thing you needed was more reason for the people in here to look at you.
It wasnโ€™t that you werenโ€™t likedโ€” you just kept to yourself. This life was hard enough as it is, and you didnโ€™t see the point in making friends when in five years this place would probably be full of strangers. People die every day out here, you knew that too well. You wanted to save yourself the heartache wherever you could.
All that anti social behaviour certainly didnโ€™t win you any favours thoughโ€” hence the still broken door. You loved itโ€” you were good with horses, having lived in a farm before the outbreak, so you decided to volunteer to help in the stables, but it was hard work sometimes. It kept you busy enough, though, and horses never wanted to make conversation, soโ€ฆ win-win.
There was only one problem with working in here. Truthfully, it wasnโ€™t so much as a problem and more of a chronic condition. At least, thatโ€™s the way it felt every time Joel Miller made some kind of appearance. Most people just left the horses tied up out front for you to take care of, but Joel seemed to enjoy the peace the stable providedโ€” that and you never talked much, which seemed to work for him. On the days heโ€™d come back from patrol, the two of you would share a few hushed conversations as you worked and he hid from the rest of Jackson, and then youโ€™d fall into a comfortable silence, sometimes for hours at a time.
Weeks had passed like this, and every single day you got a little bit more interested in who the man really was, other than his clear infatuation with his horse. Right when he came in would be the time you talked the most, after about forty minutes it would get too busy and youโ€™d work until the sun set. But those forty minutes started to stretch a little longer, and he seemed to gain interest in you, too. Maybe you were grasping at straws, but hearing Joelโ€™s low voice rumble a few more words every time he spoke to you was doing wonders for your self esteem, and even you couldnโ€™t deny the way your face warmed when he smiled at you.
โ€œHey, you stillโ€” damn. What happened here?โ€ Joel calls from the gaping hole that is the stable door, and only because itโ€™s his voice calling you do you look up.
โ€œItโ€™s been broken all day. I asked someone to fix it, butโ€ฆโ€ You shrug, sighing and leaning your head back on the small gate that was the only thing holding the horse behind you from leaping out down the main street. โ€œI guess they had other shit to do. I canโ€™t move it on my own.โ€
Joel considers you for a second, how your frame is backed against the gate, conveniently placed at the closest point to the open door. Then, he looks back to the door on the ground, and back up to you. He smirks.
โ€œSo you were planninโ€™ on sitting in here all night?โ€ The weight of the day makes your shoulders slump forward, and for the first time you really consider your plan. โ€œYou gonna body check a horse when he makes a run for it?โ€
โ€œOkay, it was a dumb plan. But, itโ€™s that or let them all out and get stuck cleaning up the bar floor or something.โ€ He smiles again, the setting sun behind him washing over his shoulders in a pretty orange colour. A tilt of his head in your direction has you standing up, taking the lead of his horse that he offers to you.
โ€œYou take him, Iโ€™ll go get my tools. Fix it up before sun down.โ€ Before you can protest or tell him he doesnโ€™t have to, heโ€™s walking off to the right up the hill where his house sits.
Youโ€™d always been a bit jealous of the spot his house is. Itโ€™s far away enough from everyone that you get some real privacy, but close to the stables if you need a quick exit. He had a porch, too. One you spent a little too much of your time staring at during your work hours, when he spent his off days strumming a guitar right in your line of sight. He was justโ€ฆ peaceful to observe. He brought a calm to you that no one else seemed to be able to do, almost enough that you could forget about the world outside and just exist in that little bubble for a while.
You lead Joelโ€™s horse inside, hearing it trample the door again, and hang up his saddle next to the stable. Joels horse is much like himโ€” quiet unless provoked. You found it out the hard way when you first led it in with a routinely aggressive horse, thinking itโ€™s demeanour would calm him down. The next morning you woke up to two very angry horses and a half bent gate of steel.
โ€œSaved you your favourite spot.โ€ You say to his horse, Old Beardy. You never asked how Joel picked the name, but for some reason it worked so wellโ€” at least, he was definitely older than most. โ€œSee? Heโ€™s right up there.โ€
The stable at the back was angled just right so that the small window at the height of a horses head pointed directly towards Joelโ€™s porch. Not close enough to see anything other than the outside, but enough that you know itโ€™s there. You donโ€™t come in here often, Joel always taking his own horse in, but when you do you canโ€™t help but notice the instant calming effect it has on Beardyโ€” you might have more in common with this horse than half the people in Jackson.
When you find your way back to the front, Joelโ€™s footsteps are trudging back down the hill. Youโ€™ll be fairly useless as anything other than company while he fixes the door, but you canโ€™t seem to stop your heart from racing a million miles a minute as he gets closer and closer. Yes, he makes you forget about everything on the outside, but thatโ€™s mainly due to how insane he drives you. All those conversations in the stables and too long looks in town are just all too consuming, and now, when you see him come into sight, you have to put some physical difference between him and you.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to, Joel. Really, Iโ€™m sure someoneโ€™llโ€”โ€œ
โ€œNo, they wonโ€™t. Knowinโ€™ the people around here, youโ€™ll be sleepinโ€™ on the floor till next year.โ€ He bends down, and you drop yourself back to the floor and stare in some kind of mesmerised silence as he runs his hands over the broken hinges of the door.
In a few passing thoughts youโ€™d never admit to yourself, you have an obsession with his hands. He was just soโ€ฆcapable. He could do so many things so easilyโ€” and some kind of backward wire in your brain fizzled with electricity at the sight of him in his element. He starts fiddling with tools, first starting to remove the broken hinge, muscles flexing as he tears off the old bolts.
โ€œWhat happened?โ€ He says, the words muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth.
โ€œI have no clue. When I woke up this morning it was blown in. I spent a good hour trying to move it but itโ€™s soโ€”โ€œ With one arm, he pulls it up to stand vertical, a fist wrapping around the edge of the gate. It doesnโ€™t even look like he tried. โ€œโ€”heavy.โ€
โ€œCome โ€˜ere and hold it straight.โ€ He says, keeping one arm out in front of him, the other still holding the door up. โ€œI wonโ€™t let it fall. Come on.โ€
โ€œLike this?โ€ You say, staring down at him as you finally reach the door and take a little bit of the weight. He flicks his eyes up, nodding and shifting on his knees to get a better angle on the door.
โ€œPerfect.โ€ He says softly, looking up at you for another split second before clearing his throat and screwing on a new hinge.
โ€œYou really didnโ€™t have to do this, but thank-you.โ€ Joel shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with a latch.
โ€œLeast I can do. Everyone should be up here helpinโ€™ you anyways.โ€ He stands up, and with only a barrier the width of a gated door, you can feel his body heat keeping you warm when he towers over you. โ€œKeep holding it still.โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€ You manage, eyes fluttering closed. โ€œPeople help, though.โ€
โ€œOh, I bet.โ€ He says, sarcasm dripping off his words as he laughs dryly.
โ€œThey do! Sometimesโ€ฆ I mean, itโ€™s not their fault. Iโ€™m kind of a hermit up here. I donโ€™t really make an effort, so I canโ€™t blame them.โ€ He stops working, his knuckles white over the railing of the gate, and looks to you.
โ€œYouโ€™ve trained all these new horses to track better than those guys ever could. Theyโ€™d die out there without โ€˜em. Carl doesnโ€™t know his left from rightโ€” he got lost eight times last patrol. Itโ€™s cause of your horses he got back safe.โ€ Joelโ€™s face is more serious, his eyes sharp but still with a hint of softness that he often looks at you with. โ€œDoesnโ€™t matter if you ainโ€™t makinโ€™ friends. This ainโ€™t middle school, and people should be helpinโ€™ you no matter what. Least of all fixing a door.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s why I keep you around, Joel.โ€ You smile lightly, his voice getting lower the angrier he gets.
โ€œGood. You tell me next time, and Iโ€™ll come round and help. Avoid the whole town all together.โ€ You hum, letting go of the gate as he hauls it up in the air and shuffled backward, setting it against the hinges. โ€œHow do you know so much about horses?โ€
โ€œI lived on a farm, way back when. Besides, theyโ€™re easy to navigate once you get to know them.โ€ Joel puts the screwdriver back in his mouth, and you canโ€™t help but stare at him. The small scars on his face, peppered around his cheeks. Some are older, worn and faded, while the one across his nose is new. Itโ€™s not even scarred yet, still fresh
โ€œYou okay?โ€ He says softly, tilting his head.
โ€œYour face.โ€ His eyebrows furrow, and you shake your head. โ€œSorry. Youโ€ฆ did something happen on patrol? You have a cutโ€”โ€œ
โ€œJust a few clickers. Real old, hauled up in a caravan out west. Nothing we couldnโ€™t handle.โ€ The door drops into place, and he swings it out towards him. It sounds less squeaky than it usually did. โ€œGood as new.โ€
โ€œYou should clean it.โ€ You say, worry edging in your voice. โ€œIf it was clickers.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ He shrugs it off.
โ€œCome on. Itโ€™s the least I can do. I have a first aid kit in the back, and then we can call it even.โ€ He relents, locking the door behind him and stepping further into the stables. โ€œSit. Iโ€™ll get the kit.โ€
โ€œYes, maโ€™am.โ€ You can hear a small smirk on his voice, and you roll your eyes, turning around to find the kit. โ€œWhy you got a first aid kit in here anyways?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re using it now, arenโ€™t you?โ€ You turn around, raising your eyebrows. โ€œYouโ€™d be surprised how many people come here before going to medical. I started to stock up a little, do what I can. Itโ€™s not much, but I can clean it off and do some botched stitches until they see a real doctor.โ€
โ€œAnd none of those guys came up to fix the god damn door?โ€ He was getting angry again, and you tried to ignore the shiver that went up your spine when he spoke like that.
He was sitting on a small stool, putting him about waist height. When you stepped closer, shuffling your feet on the floor, he tilted his head up. His open legs invited you closer, nearly drawing you in with a magnetic field he was completely unaware of.
Armed with a cotton ball and disinfectant, your fingers were light enough to breeze along his jaw to hold him in place. He stares up at you, watching your eyes as they flit between the cut on his nose and his wandering gaze. His face is warm when you work up the courage to place your palm on his cheek, thumb gently smoothing over the salt and pepper flecks of his beard. He doesnโ€™t flinch away when you press the cotton ball to his face, swiping across the bridge of his nose.
โ€œDoes it hurt?โ€ You whisper, feeling the need to keep your voice low.
โ€œNo.โ€ He does the same, the heat of his body making you shuffle slightly closer. His hands are in fists on his knees, like heโ€™s straining to keep himself still. โ€œTold you it was fine.โ€
โ€œAnd I told you I wanted to help.โ€ When youโ€™re satisfied with the results, you take a fresh cotton pad and dry it up. โ€œYou might need stitches. Itโ€™s deep.โ€
โ€œGo on.โ€ He says, and you lean back, eyes wide.
โ€œYou want me to stitch your face together?โ€
โ€œGood practise, and I trust you.โ€ The simple words have your heart slamming against your rib cage, but instead of showing it you kneel in between his legs and search the contents of the kit for a needle.
โ€œIf I mess up your face, you knew what you signed up for.โ€ When you find what youโ€™re looking for, you straighten, Joelโ€™s face is right in front of you. It takes you a second to realise just how close he is, and the position isnโ€™t lost on him either. Itโ€™s probably the most emotive youโ€™ve seen him, his jaw going tight from how hard heโ€™s biting down.
โ€œItโ€™s already messed up. Youโ€™re fine.โ€ He manages, his voice strained.
โ€œHold still.โ€ Whispering the words, you lean closer and bring the needle to his skin. His eyes close, and itโ€™s when you press the point into his nose that his hands shoot out in front of him, holding your hips gently.
โ€œSorry. Shitโ€”โ€œ
โ€œItโ€™s fine. Are you okay?โ€ He grunts in a way you think is affirming, so you keep threading the needle. You only need one stitch for a spot this small. โ€œYour face isnโ€™t messed up.โ€
โ€œHuh?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not. Messed up.โ€ You feel his thumbs stroke along the bone of your hip just once before he stills again. You tie off the stitch, and his eyes open. โ€œThere. Youโ€™re pretty again.โ€
Your breathing was rapid even though you didnโ€™t have a true reason for it, but neither of you moved. His handsโ€” strong and so fucking capable, holding you still on your knees in front of him. His eyes were pools, inviting you in with a gleam of something shiny, and where you were nearly gasping he was calm and collected. In his element, like he was right where he should be.
The whole stable was a dull orange now, the colours dusting through the strands of Joelโ€™s hair. Itโ€™s never really sitting right, wind whipping it out of control on patrol, but you have the urge to run your hands through it anyway. You let yourself explore one small piece of him, like he has to you, and your fingertips run back over the shell of his ear, tangling in his hair. He sucks in a short breath, leaning into the hold of your hand.
โ€œJoel.โ€ You say, voice so soft he would of never heard you if you werenโ€™t so close, but you call for him and he leans closer. Your foreheads nearly touch, and his hands tighten their hold on you.
โ€œThank you, darlinโ€™.โ€ You sigh deeply, unable to keep yourself upright at the nickname. It rings through you, his accent strong and adding an entire other layer to why heโ€™s so easy to fall into. You donโ€™t even really notice how dark itโ€™s gottenโ€” you usually have sprinted home by now. But Joelโ€™s here, and with him this close, you canโ€™t think of anything else. He leans closer, and your eyes flutter closed.
โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€ He says, the brush of his lips against yours sending a tidal wave of need from your head to your feet.
โ€œOnly if you hurry up.โ€ You answer helplessly, voice cracking, and he smiles against you and finally brings his mouth to yours.
Itโ€™s anything but calm. That peaceful energy of the stables is completely shattered and sorted into something electrical and sizzling. He yanks you forward, bodies pressing together as you use the leverage of your hand fisted in his hair to kiss him harder and deeper. It doesnโ€™t take long before his tongue is swiping along your bottom lip, seeking permission.
You let him inโ€” youโ€™d let him do whatever he asked for if he kept pouring himself into you like this. He tasted good, which should be impossible but when youโ€™ve been starved of something for this long it doesnโ€™t matter what he does itโ€™s just that heโ€™s giving it to you. He moves his hands to the small of your back, pressing your hips right in the middle of his open legs, his other hand on the back of your head.
You feel him groan when you press together, the sound waking up parts of you that had been dormant for far too long. It was like he had access to each nerve in your body, and every little sound or touch had them blaring red and sparking.
โ€œFuck, darlinโ€™. Come closer.โ€ He groans into your mouth before kissing you again. You smile for a moment, not entirely sure how you could get any closer, and then itโ€™s wiped off when he hauls you upward, hooking your legs around his waist on the stool. โ€œYeah. Right here.โ€
Your arms cling around his neck, his own searching up and down your body. Your shirt rides up with the movements and you moan every time he grazed along your skin. Thereโ€™s something equally hard and soft about his handsโ€” rough from years of work but soft with the way they hold you up, how theyโ€™re careful not to dip too low or high. You arch your back, giving him wordless permission, and he groans into your mouth again.
At some point you have to breathโ€” both of you gasping for air in the quiet of the darkened stables. He brings his hands to your face, holding you against his forehead so he can look into your eyes. He was smiling tooโ€” like actually smiling, not that half smirk youโ€™ve seen so often.
โ€œWhat are we doinโ€™?โ€ He laughs, kissing you again.
โ€œI donโ€™t know, but can we keep going somewhere that doesnโ€™t smell like horse shit?โ€ You whisper and he laughs again. Itโ€™s sounds so goodโ€” like the sound of the beginning of your favourite song. It makes your heart sing, melting you into the tune. โ€œPlease, Joel. I really wantโ€ฆโ€
โ€œTell me, baby.โ€ He moves, angles your head with swift moves of his fingers so he can kiss you lower. Under your jaw, and then he drags his mouth down, along your neck, teeth nipping softlyโ€ฆ โ€œFuck knows I wanna hear you say it.โ€
โ€œYou. I really want you.โ€ He hums against your skin, one arm hooking under your ass as he stands easily. You squeal, muffling the sound in the mop of hair on his head. As you walk outside, thereโ€™s only a few people still mulling around, and they turn their heads towards you when they hear your soft laughter mixed with Joelโ€™sโ€” two sounds that seem to alarm them more than clickers.
For the first time since youโ€™d been here, you really donโ€™t care if people are looking at you, or what theyโ€™re saying. When Joel locks the gate behind you and slides you down his chest to let your feet touch the floor, you are reminded once again of his ability to remove every single thought from your mind except him. Just him, and his hands on your hips, spinning you around and leading you up the hill towards his house. How every so often heโ€™ll bend down, pressing his lips lightly to the back of your neck, and how you can feel his smile on your skin.
He guides you easily, your body on auto pilot to his small gestures, and when you finally rush up the few steps of his porchโ€” one youโ€™ve spent way too much time staring at from afar, youโ€™re both attached to each others face like horny teenagers. He fumbles with the doors lock, jamming keys with aggressive force while his other hand stays soft and sweet on your waist, holding you against him. When the door gives out behind you he never lets you stumble, taking you in his stride with practised precision. Youโ€™ve seen the inside of his house, but never the layout, so as he guides you blindly through the hallway, your shut eyes and occupied mouth never see it coming when you fall backwards onto a bed.
โ€œLet me take this off.โ€ He mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt and jacket. In a tangle of limbs you both shove at the material, finally hooking it over your head. He presses you flat against the mattress again, hanging over you and running his hands up and down your sides in long, soothing strokes. โ€œGod damn gorgeous.โ€
โ€œYour turn.โ€ The blaze in his eyes dulls slightly at your comment, and he just bends to kiss you again. He links your hands in his own, pulling you away from where they were tugging at his shirt. โ€œJoel.โ€
โ€œNothinโ€™ there you wanna see, baby. Just let me look at you.โ€ As sweet as his voice sounds, and as much as you want him to continue, you pull away from his greedy mouth.
โ€œPlease take your fucking shirt off.โ€ You say harshly, biting at his bottom lip hard enough for his eyes to open again. He looks over you, taking in the sight of you under him with your arms pinned above your head, back arched towards him. Heโ€™s clearly contemplating how difficult it would be to ignore you, smirking a little when he looks up at your hands again.
โ€œOr what? You gonna make me stop?โ€ He kisses under your jaw, his free hand skating along your side, only stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your jeans. When he hears you gasp as his hand disappears under the fabric, he laughs. โ€œNah, you wonโ€™t make me stop. Want it just as bad as I do, donโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œBut I wantโ€”โ€œ
โ€œShh, shh. Iโ€™ll give you what you want.โ€ His mouth his dizzyingโ€” words and movements hot against your skin as his hand bypasses your underwear and drags slow circles against your clit, immediately drawing his name from your lips again. โ€œThere you go, darlinโ€™. Feels good?โ€
โ€œGodโ€” yeah, faster. Please.โ€ Your chest was rising and falling so fast, trying to pull the air he was punching out of your lungs with every quick movement of his fingers. He hums at the praise, and you feel him shift above you, sitting up so he could slip one finger inside of you. โ€œFuck, Joel!โ€
โ€œI know, baby.โ€ He tilts his head up to kiss you again, tongue matching the fast and unpredictable pace of his hand. You can feel it buildingโ€” pleasure rippling up your spine and fizzing low in your stomach, and your hands tug under Joelโ€™s unrelenting grip.
He seems to forget he was meant to be holding you, his groans and concentration all focused on the way he was fucking you with his hand, so he lets you go, his hand going to hold your face. It makes you smile under him, but it quickly gets lost when you moan his name again, rolling your hips against him.
Now your hands are free, you have a moment of clarity when your eyes flutter open and see him staring at you; eyes flitting between your face and your chest. You want to have thatโ€” to see skin youโ€™ve only thought about in the late hours of the night when you were alone, never admitting it to yourself when you woke the next day. You grab onto the hem of his shirt, ripping the denim up as far as you can, getting your hands on the bare skin of his back.
He doesnโ€™t help youโ€” too obsessed with the way you are writhing and moaning so loud the poeple down the street will know what your doing. Neither of you care about anything else than this, right here, and the fiery hot spark thatโ€™s lighting you up inside.
โ€œShirt, Joel.โ€ You tug at the collar, then card your fingers through his hair and pull. He grumbles something, and then you whimper when his hand leaves you and he sits up on his knees. He was out of breath, towering over you and keeping you caged underneath him as he tore the shirt over his head and threw it behind him. When he leans back down, he doesnโ€™t give you the time to admire him that youโ€™d like, but you take what he gives you. He shoves your own jeans down, shaking them off you in one tug, and your eyes hardly have time to open before you feel the backs of your calves press against the flexing muscles of his bare shoulders.
โ€œPerfect.โ€ He says, speech almost slurred, and the look he gives you reminds you of the one he gave you in the barn. Before you can think enough on it, both of his hands hold your hips down and he gives you one last look before he buried his face in your pussy.
It doesnโ€™t take much to have you screaming his name again, that sweet hot pleasure that was building so quickly comes rushing back with the wet heat of his mouth. He eats you out like heโ€™s fucking hungry for itโ€” pulling borderline shouts from deep in your chest, like something is bashing against your ribcage, only awoken by his complete and utter devotion. His tongue swirls and fingers curl, and you lose sense of direction, clawing at his hair and feeling his groan when you pull him into you.
Thereโ€™s no where to go, stuck under his weight as he dives into your taste, at his mercy entirely. It was so different to see him undoneโ€” a sight you wouldnโ€™t be able to forget next time he came into the stables all soft eyes and short words. No, here he was holding your eye contact, groaning your name as if you were the one doing this to him. He gave you no choice but to hurtle towards the edge of consciousness, knowing you wouldnโ€™t be able to hold out under him much longer.
โ€œJoel. Joelโ€” fuck.โ€ His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while his fingers curl inside you in a spot that has you seeing stars. โ€œOh, godโ€”โ€œ
He doesnโ€™t say anything when you cum, just groans into your pussy as he guides you through it. He sets pace and intensity, both of which are hard and almost unbearable, and he only drags himself away when you beg him to. Your legs shake, his hands smoothing over your thighs as his mouth presses wet kisses up your skin, over your stomach and chest, finally reaching your mouth with an overwhelming force.
You hum, tasting the combination of you and him together on his tongue, taking everything he needs to give you. He shuffles up, and you feel his cock pressing hard against your thigh, still straining in his jeans. You let him kiss you lazily, let him explore you this way while your hands busy themselves between your bodies, unzipping his jeans. When your palm brushes over his length still covered by his boxers, he hisses and his eyebrows furrow, like the pleasure is almost painful. You do it again and he shudders, pressing his forehead to yours.
โ€œYouโ€™re so soft.โ€ He murmurs past your ear when you slip your hand under the waistband. When your fingers wrap around him, you stay true to his word and stay light with your touch, not wanting him to finish just yet. You want to make it good for himโ€” draw it out. Pay him back for everything he gave to you; not just tonight, but every night. โ€œSo fucking soft. Sweet.โ€
โ€œYou like that?โ€ You ask innocently, stroking him again. Your thumb brushes over his tip and he shudders again, nearly shivering. โ€œI can be gentle. Want you inside me, though.โ€
โ€œWhatever you want. Fuckโ€” anything you want to do to me. Please, baby. Not gonna last long if you keep doing that.โ€ A single please was enough to grant him a thousand wishes, but youโ€™ll settle for giving him just one.
He helps rid himself of the rest of his clothes, no insecurity in sight with the lower half of his body. There was no need to beโ€ฆ he was big. It made senseโ€” he was a big guy, but it wasnโ€™t just that. He was justโ€ฆ perfect.
โ€œEyes on me.โ€ He says, pulling your gaze away from where your bodies are about to meet. โ€œI want to see your face when Iโ€ฆโ€
He trails off when his tip lines up with your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation, feeling the soaked pleasure coating him as he finally slides himself further and further. You both sigh, like a weight is being lifted from both of you. As if this was the way you were both meant to be.
He bottoms out, head buried in the crook of your neck as he chokes out your name. You feel fullโ€” the weight and stretch holding you to the bed, your arms strung lazily around his neck. Your fingers wander down his spine, keeping that soft lilt to your touch that he seems to thrive under. For all his hardness and strength, itโ€™s the lightest touches that seem to crumble him the most.
โ€œFuck, baby. Feel so good around me.โ€ Joel never speaks for the fun of it, but he says these things like he needs to. Strained and focused, like itโ€™s a compulsion to tell you how good it feels. โ€œNeeded to fuck you for so long. You gonna let me make you feel good, arenโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œYes, Joel. Please, I needโ€” need you to move.โ€ You whine like a spoilt child, and you are now that youโ€™ve had a taste. He laughs once, a breathless sound, and then pulls out nearly all the way, only to slide back in with that same trained pace.
โ€œGood girl.โ€ He groans, and then picks up the pace.
Itโ€™s devastating. Itโ€™s the only way to describe it. He fucks you hard and slow, slowly etching himself into parts of your being you arenโ€™t entirely sure he didnโ€™t just create himself. Like heโ€™s forged apart of you just for him, something low and hot, and he hits it with every, perfectly timed thrust. The bed rocks under him, but he doesnโ€™t seem to care. Its creaks and groans are drowned out by his words and both of your moans.
You are incoherentโ€” overcome by pleasure that shocks even the nerves in your fingers and toes, but it seems to have the opposite effect on Joel. He doesnโ€™t fucking shut upโ€” and itโ€™s about the hottest thing youโ€™ve ever experienced.
โ€œSo fucking tight around me.โ€
โ€œGod, you feel good.โ€
โ€œYou are so beautiful.โ€
โ€œGonna fuck you for days.โ€ Is the last one you hear before his groans turn to borderline whimpers, his pace stuttering as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten and snap all at once. โ€œOh, fuck thatโ€™s it. Cum again for me. Jesus Christโ€”โ€œ
โ€œJoel.โ€ You can only whisper nowโ€” voice so strained that nothing could come out but his name. Your eyes roll back and you feel him fuck into you one or two more times, and then he pulls out and replaces himself with his hand. You ride out your pleasure on his skilled fingers, another wave of heat numbing you when you feel him spill onto your stomach, your back arching off the bed.
The room is suddenly dead quiet, nothing but panting breaths filling the silent house. He is still hanging over you, you can feel both of his forearms next to your head as he leans down to kiss you again. The warmth of his body is lifted just enough for him to use something soft to clean you off, and then he collapses beside you, tugging you onto his chest.
He runs his hand through your hair, stopping at your jaw to tilt you up. He kisses you again, the lack of oxygen making you giddy and dizzy, and you break the kiss only because your smiling so wide.
โ€œWhatโ€™s so funny?โ€ He says, trying to be serious, but even in the dark you can see his matching grin.
โ€œJust happy. Can I be happy?โ€ Itโ€™s meant to be light hearted, but you feel him stop for a second, and then he tugs you a little closer.
โ€œYeah. Yeah, you can be.โ€ He tucks you under his chin, sighing deeply as the rest of your body turns into him and tangles itself with him. โ€œI am.โ€
You open your eyes a final time, seeing the pitch black dark outside. If it was light, youโ€™d be able to see the stable from here, but itโ€™s black out there. Usually it would make you uneasy, but tucked up under Joelโ€™s safe arms, thereโ€™s nothing in the world that could make you feel more at peace.
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wh0reforcoriolanussnow ยท 11 months ago
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hiii, could you write something about Tom meeting his celebrity crush ( he also maybe said it in an interview) at the Museum Gala? She is a big actress ( maybe did house of the dragon or something). She thinks he is super hot and she has seen the new hunger games movie, so she kinda flirts with him because she knows she is his celebrity crush and he is a nervous wreck. Eventually they start going out and end up dating! Just something about another British Tom manifesting his life LMAO
could you also add some insta posts ? I love this kinda of au! I hope you like this idea
lots of ๐Ÿ’‹ t!
And They Meet || Tom Blyth x actress!reader
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A/n: love love this request ty anon ๐Ÿ˜™
Warnings: none!
Wc: 1,232
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โ€œDo you have a celebrity crush?โ€ The question caught Tom by surprise as he chuckles, his fingertips tapping on his chin. โ€œI do actually, uh Y/n Y/l/n.โ€ He admits for the first time on camera.
โ€œI watched House of the Dragon the moment it came out and I just fell in love with how she portrayed Alicent Hightower, truly one of the greatest actresses at such a young age,โ€ He smiles like a mad man as he recalls the time he first saw her on screen.
The gorgeous green coloured dress you would wear looked heavenly, and of course, your impeccable acting drew his attention. He binge watched the first season over and over, a smile adorning his lips everytime you would bless his screen with your beauty.
โ€œHave you met her Tom? Sheโ€™s a lovely person in real life.โ€ The brunette sighs, โ€œUnfortunately I have not, soon hopefully, soon,โ€ He crosses his fingers as he lets out a low chuckle before moving on.
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You watch with a grin on your face the interview that mentioned you. After Tom revealed that you were infact, his celebrity crush, you couldnโ€™t help but feel like a giddy high school girl.
The thought that the Tom Blyth took a fancy towards you was mind blowing, especially since youโ€™ve watched him from afar and admired him for quite some time now. You remember you first saw him on Billy the Kid and thought he was exceptional, and quite attractive.
โ€œYou think he would be at the museum gala next month?โ€ You lift your head to Ally, your manager as she thinks. โ€œMost likely, whyโ€™s that?โ€ She smirks at you as you roll your eyes jokingly. โ€œNothing, nothing, just wondering,โ€ You put your hands up in defence.
โ€œOkay you have 10 minutes left,โ€ Ally looks at her watch. You were at The Kelly Clarkson Show about to be interviewed about the upcoming season of the House of the Dragon.
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โ€œY/n, do you have a type? If so, I think your fans would like to know, donโ€™t you?โ€ Kelly winks to the crowd as they erupt into laughter, including yourself. โ€œPhysical wise? Most definitely tall, brunette, blue eyes, a nice smile-โ€œ โ€œThat sounds a whole lot familiar to a guest I just had a couple days agoโ€ฆ.โ€ Kelly teases as your eyes widen.
โ€œReally?โ€ A nervous chuckle leaves your lips, โ€œYeah, a Mr Tom Blyth happens to fit that description. I also know he mentioned you as his celebrity crush just the other day,โ€ You play with the ring on your finger as you look at Kelly as if it was new news to you.
โ€œDid he really?โ€ You couldnโ€™t help the smile off your face, โ€œI watched the movie the day it came out and I understand the girlies who were rooting for Coryo,โ€ You fan yourself jokingly, โ€œtruly understand.โ€ The crowd cheers as you laugh. โ€œI mean, Iโ€™m willing to ignore the red flags because heโ€™s just so incredibly good looking!โ€ You were lowkey fangirling.
โ€œI know right!โ€ Kelly agrees, โ€œTom did such a fantastic job playing young Snow, he really charmed us all,โ€ You grin.
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โ€œDo you think sheโ€™s going to be at the gala?โ€ Tom lifts his head up, the interview of you at The Kelly Clarkson Show displayed on his phone. โ€œShe should be,โ€ His manager says as he smiles to himself, his eyes redirecting to his phone as you continue to talk about House of The Dragon.
Truth be told, after her let the entire world know that your his celebrity crush, he had been basking in the many comments saying how good the two of you would look together. It boosted his ego for sure.
He was hoping heโ€™d finally be able to see you tonight at the museum gala and feed fans content. The second Tom set foot the gala, his eyes wandered around, hoping to see a glimpse of you. "Are you looking for someone Tom?" An interviewer calls out as he chuckles whilst posing for the photographers. "Yes actually," He responds with a shy smile.
Then, he hears loud screaming coming from the entrance as everyone in the gala turns their head towards the noise. And in you walked. Tom was standing in the red carpet section along with other celebrities as you walk towards his way, waving at the cameras along the way.
You wore a beautiful black gown, your hair in curls as the cascade down your back. Tom didn't even realise but he was staring at you, his mouth slightly agape, entranced by your beauty.
Cameras take photos and videos of Tom's reaction to you, it was quite cute. A man who finally got to see his celebrity crush in front of his eyes. Little did he know, you were looking around, hoping to find him.
Your eyes look around the place before you spot Tom, a few metres away from you as your eyes lit up. Abandoning your spot where you were posing for the cameras, you picked up the fabrics of your dress with the help of your assistants and made your way over to him.
It took a few seconds for Tom to realise that you were walking towards his direction. "Tom!" You greet him, going in for a hug as if you had known each other for years. He was slightly taken back but nonetheless hugs you respectfully. "How are you, darling?" He says as you pull back.
The pet name making you blush as you grin at him. You always knew Tom's eyes were blue, but jesus, you didn't realise just exactly how blue they are from up close. "I'm great now that I've finally met you," You chuckle, your hand gripping his bicep as he bites his lip lightly, smiling at you.
"Your eyes are really blue," You blurt out as he laughs, "I get that a lot," "Y/n! Tom! Can we get a picture of the two of you please?" Paparazzi calls out as you and Tom make eye contact, not realising how close your faces were before quickly looking away shyly.
"May I?" He says to you, asking if he could put his hand on your waist. What a gentleman. "Of course," You grin at him as he snakes his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip as your arm wraps around his waist.
The two of you looked good, good together. Throughout the night, you and Tom couldn't get away from each other. He was always by your side, even when you were doing interviews, and vice versa. His hand would rest on the small of your back protectively as you two navigated your way around.
Even at the dinner, he was coincidentally seated beside you which made you happy. You even recorded a video for your Instagram story about it and tagged him. The two of you hit it off straight away, exchanging numbers and even planning to meet up in a couple of days.
Being each other's celebrity crush blossomed into even more. Tom asked you to be his girlfriend after a few weeks of seeing each other and fans were going crazy, saying how he manifested it. You and Tom as a couple received so much support from everyone, including those in the acting industry saying how much of a talented young couple you were.
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#WIP โŸข THE SALT UNDER THE SEA ห’ห’ ์‹ฌ์žฌ์œค โจพ ๋ฐ•์ข…์„ฑ โ–ธย  part two of the playerโ€™s game seriesโŒ‡playlist & series tag
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the death of your grandma has you returning back to your motherโ€™s seaside hometownโ€”the same town you left jake in a year agoโ€”for good. now that youโ€™re back, so are the feelings you really desperately wished to leave behind. it doesnโ€™t help that now youโ€™re caught in the crossfire of two guys with a rough past who want to be with you.
pairing โ€Žโธโธโธ sim jaeyun x reader, park jongseong x reader ๐“„ต iฮทcโ„“udแฅฑs ๐“ˆ“ cousin jungwon, bestfriend!jay, player!sunghoon, and oc hana (jakeโ€™s ex)
genre๏น™๐Ÿ““๏นšโธโธโธ exes to lovers, bestfriends to ???, angst, smut, fluff, lifeguard!jake, ex player!jake, bestfriend!jay, lifeguard!jay, lifeguarding inaccuracies, love triangle, slice of life, some h2o references, beach au, summer romance
warnings โ€Žโธโธโธ if you didnโ€™t like reader in the first part then you wonโ€™t like her in this one, readerโ€™s grandma passing and mentions of readerโ€™s dad passing, multiple unprotected sex scenes, soft dom!jake, mean dom!jay, toxicity, jayke constantly one-uping each other, arguing, semi-public sex, size training, corruption kink full smut tags in actual post . . . !
kipoโ€™s note โ€Žโธโธโธ this was a long time coming lmao iโ€™m so so sorry to everyone who has been waiting (โ—žโ€ธโ—Ÿ๏ผ›) with my month long break and adjusting to writing again iโ€™m finally ready to start working on this series again! this is my main priority so i will try to get it out as soon as i possibly can!! this post will be updated as i work on it! ^^ all feedback and asks on suggestions are welcome! โ™ก
release date โธโธโธ sept 20th, 2024 โ‹† progress updates here!
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your heart beat fast as you looked out the plane window to your motherโ€™s seaside hometownโ€”your new home. there was no need for your mom to nudge you awake since you werenโ€™t able to sleep for the entirety you were on the plane, the nerves were eating at you.
you never thought youโ€™d be back here, never thought that youโ€™d ever say goodbye to your own hometownโ€”which was also your late fatherโ€™sโ€”but here you were.
when your mom told you that youโ€™d be moving here permanently you didnโ€™t know how to feel. one one hand, you understood your momโ€™s decision. it was just you and her out there miles away from your family and everything mustโ€™ve reminded her of your father. it reminded you of him too. on the other hand, you desperately wished she would change her mind.
it was enough seeing that one glimpse of jake nine months ago, but to see him over and over and over again? you didnโ€™t think you could take it. he still texted you, even more now since, and you still havenโ€™t answered. things between the two of you still remain unsaid.
but you also couldnโ€™t help but count down the seconds until you laid your eyes on him again. it set your skin alight and you couldnโ€™t help the small smile on your face and the giddiness you felt. was it selfish, yes, but after everything you think youโ€™re finally ready to face him again.
to give your relationship another chance. to give him your heart again and not be fearful that he would break it, that heโ€™d keep it guarded and safe. after all, he said he would wait for you.
and if he didnโ€™t protect your heart, youโ€™d pull back and it would be as if you never had anything to do with him again.
โ€œy/n? are you listening?โ€ you heard your motherโ€™s voice call out. you snapped back to reality, blinking a couple of times to get your wits.
you were no longer on the plane. now you were lugging suitcases into your auntโ€™s house. your aunt was delighted to hear that you and your mom would be moving here. there was plenty of room in the house until the two of you got your own place.
โ€œmhm,โ€ you mumbled, though you definitely werenโ€™t listening.
your mom sat the suitcase she was carrying in front of you and grabbed your shoulders. โ€œis it that boy from last summer?โ€ what was his name? jacob?โ€
โ€œjake,โ€ jungwon answered for you as he walked out the front door to grab more boxes.
your mom snapped her fingers. โ€œjake! thatโ€™s it. listen, i know you had some problems moving here because of him, but use this as a way to put yourself out there more than last summer! thereโ€™s more wonderful people here than just jake.โ€ she gave you a sympathetic smile and continued carrying stuff inside while you remained planted to the same spot in the driveway.
it wasnโ€™t โ€œjust jakeโ€ that worried you. it was all of his friends and hana. you didnโ€™t want another summer full of drama, especially if you and jake did start dating again.
getting all your boxes and suitcases into the house went quick and relatively easy. you decided on unpacking all of your things later, right now your mind was too clouded.
jakeโ€™s letter sat carefully in your anxious hands. you mustโ€™ve read it a million times over now and still you could barely wrap your head around it.
โ€œtwo people who are meant to be will always find a way back to each other. and we are meant to be. no matter how long it takes, iโ€™ll wait for you.โ€
it was now or never. you grabbed your phone and opened your messages up to your conversation with jake. his last message was from this morning, hoping that you had a good day today. he must not know that youโ€™re back and for good. with a shaky sigh, you let your fingers move across the keyboard.
you: meet me at our spot.
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kedsandtubesocks ยท 5 months ago
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game changer
MLB pitcher!Joel Miller x F!Reader
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summary: back from your first semester of grad school your parents lovingly drag you out to celebrate with an old family friend - but what unfolds there (and after) cracks you wide open
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, no outbreak/modern AU & Joel has both his daughters, dadโ€™s friend!Joel, unspecified age gap (readerโ€™s age is not mentioned but is a drinking aged adult & Joel is in his early 50โ€™s), light use of gendered language, yearning & flirting, some light angst, brief alcohol consumption, masturbation (f), smutty thoughts, heavy makeout, spicy themes, allusions to smut (p in v), Joelโ€™s dirty talk, one use of โ€œgood girl,โ€ one light ass smack, reserved but soft!Joel, start of secret relationship, lots of baseball talk
word count: 9.1k (Iโ€™m sorry)
a/n: i know, i know another non-typical AU for Joel but I blame my sports girlie heart & baseball season so here we are lol big thank you to @swiftispunk for always putting up with my sports ramblings LMAO im so sorry Han ily, special thanks to @burntheedges @undercoverpena @tightjeansjavi @msjarvis because this truly wouldnโ€™t be here without yโ€™all - you donโ€™t know how much you babes mean to me & I canโ€™t thank yโ€™all enoughโ€ฆnow to you, if youโ€™re reading this too I also canโ€™t thank you enough โ™ก
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You barely have any solid memories of Joel Miller, even if he was your dadโ€™s oldest friend. And if you were being honest, you remember his brother Tommy more who smiled so warmly and seemed to radiate warmth.
Now you stand before Joel Millerโ€™s face on the side of the Globe Life field along with the rest of the Texas Rangers professional baseball team.
Itโ€™s a cool evening in Arlington. Everyone seems to bask in the weather that feels perfect for a night of baseball.
Home from your first grad school semester, you didnโ€™t think youโ€™d be going to a game. But your parents explained how good the tickets were, and that even if you didnโ€™t care about the game, you could just enjoy the stadium. So with the promise of free food and a nice night out, you were sold.
Now youโ€™re here.
โ€œYesterday Joel said to head to the side entrance, thatโ€™s where we can check in.โ€ Your dad eagerly explains and stunned you simply follow along like a confused duckling.
The sea of jerseys sweeps you into a sports wave until youโ€™re deposited in a new space. Your jaw almost drops.
The VIP suites sit at the very side edge of the field, and itโ€™s like nothing youโ€™ve ever seen.
The seats are incredible. Everything feels deluxe but comfortable. Someone calls out to your mom, and soon enough the rest of the Miller family approaches.
Tommyโ€™s married now and his wife Maria is lovely, so is their baby. Joelโ€™s daughters, Sarah and Ellie, are older. Time sucker punches you in the gut seeing how much time has passed, but you warmly greet everyone. You realize how long it really has been since you saw any of them.
You greet everyone warmly and appreciate all their surprised welcome seeing you back.
โ€œJoelโ€™s glad yโ€™all were finally able to make it. Been talking about it since yesterday.โ€ Tommy explains.
โ€œYeah us too! Just worked out that we all could come out and enjoy this with someone back home now.โ€ You mom teases, but itโ€™s warm.
Even though you were cities away, the new workload just kept you so busy.
Youโ€™re grateful to be here too. Even though your mind still swirls trying to grasp all of this.
You knew your dadโ€™s friend made it big as a professional baseball player. Joel and his family left Austin to move to Arlington after he signed for the Rangers. So you rarely saw them. But with your momโ€™s job recently relocating here, your dad talked non stop about maybe seeing more of the games. It never really clicked that your family knew a professional sports athlete. Plus you never cared too much for sports to even look more into it.
Now as the game starts with a wild explosive and electric opening, you feel like youโ€™ve slipped into another reality.
Then Joelโ€™s entrance arrives, and your heart jumps out of your chest. The stadium erupts in a wild frenzy. The music for his arrival is western themed, grand and epic.
โ€œAll of this is because the league calls him Cowboy Miller.โ€ Your dad explains.
The nickname was given to him not just because of his very southern twang, but Joelโ€™s cold demeanor on the mound along with his wild style of pitching. All this led to him being deemed a Cowboy.
You understand why.
A serious air of power radiates from Joel while he approaches the mound.
Wearing a jersey with the number two on it, heโ€™s older, more distinguished than the last time you remember him. Grays pepper his beard and the shadow of his baseball cap highlights the wrinkles flowing across his face.
Heโ€™s handsome, utterly gorgeous. His shoulders look broad, pure striking mountains, in his white jersey.
Itโ€™s like your mind finally registers and settles into the reality heโ€™s a man, a full grown and incredible man.
And he really is incredible.
Even though heโ€™s older for a pitcher, he still possesses dazzling talent. You even clap loudly when he strikes one of the batters out.
Your eyes never leave him. Joel sternly staring down the batter is terrifying. His legs look strong as he whips the ball fast to the home plate. Your eyes canโ€™t help but flicker to his ass when he walks back to the dugout.
Heโ€™s gorgeous.
But cold reality crashes into you when your dad brightly yells. Joel is your dadโ€™s friend, and that thought sours the bubbling feelings in your chest.
So you try focusing on the game, which actually turns out to be rather fun. The vibe of the stadium, along with the atmosphere of the game itself, is easy to melt into.
At one point someone gets a hit off Joel and he has to run to cover first. Heโ€™s surprisingly fast. Seeing him catch the ball, get the out, is so impressive and hot as fuck.
After that the Rangers switch pitchers.
As he leaves the mound, the stadium cheers at Joelโ€™s exit. Very politely he nods, raising his hand in a quick goodbye to everyone. Then he scans the crowd.
Itโ€™s admirable seeing how he instantly finds where his family is. Joelโ€™s roughed face melts soft with a small crooked grin hearing the applause they give him. He even spots your dad proudly cheering.
Joelโ€™s eyes then lock with yours. Still walking towards the dugout, his face stays on you while his focus narrows in a cloudy confusion like heโ€™s trying to recognize you.
Then his eyes go wide as realization sinks in.
You weakly grin back. Itโ€™s all you can do before Joel is fully gone from your line sight. Your heart thumps erratically within its cage.
The Rangers unfortunately lose by three. Once the game ends, you decide to swing by the merch store.
โ€œGuess the game made you a fan huh?โ€ You mom perks up noticing you eyeing the jerseys.
You shrug easily with an eased grin.
After this the Rangers have a five game stretch at home.
You only know because after the game you check for all things about the team, about Joel. You havenโ€™t brought yourself to look at any videos of Joel yet. But you did discover from the team's instagram that he has one too.
Early the next morning, still lounging in bed, you scroll through Joelโ€™s instagram page. It seems very professional, like itโ€™s run by a social media manager primarily using it to promote Joel without being too personal.
Youโ€™re not paying attention, still a bit too focused on your phone, when a knock comes at the door.
Your face scrunches up confused. Then terror sucker punches you when you see whoโ€™s at the door.
No way.
Opening the door Joel stares at you, but this time wearing striking thick black rimmed glasses. They make him incredibly distinguished. Instead of seeming like a professional baseball player youโ€™re reminded of a studious professor. And without a baseball cap on, youโ€™re given sight of his soft glorious curls and the light gray streaks dancing among them.
Heโ€™s knockout beautiful.
Of course, youโ€™re still in your mismatched lounge clothes and barely look like youโ€™ve left bed.
He says your name, greeting you with a curt nod. You swiftly greet him with an awkward hello.
โ€œAre you going for like a Clark Kent thing?โ€ You blurt before you can stop yourself.
Joelโ€™s face scrunches up as he sighs.
โ€œGotta take a break from my contacts sโ€™all.โ€ He admits with a grumpy reply.
But itโ€™s his thick twang, the familiar southern accent - that sweeps you breathless.
โ€œHow do they even let you pitch?โ€ You lightly tease, and
Joel rolls his eyes.
โ€œGood to see ya too.โ€ He rumbles, finally greeting you.
Now realizing heโ€™s still standing in your doorway, you let him in.
Joel explains how he wanted to come by, visit your folks, catch up, and thank them for getting to stop by.
Youโ€™re the one early thanking him.
โ€œThe tickets were incredible. And you did amazing the other night.โ€ You add sincerely.
โ€œOh, yeah thanks. Glad we won.โ€ Joel nods.
โ€œSo they let you just roam around?โ€ You ask slightly stunned still seeing him here in your family kitchen.
Joel scoffs. โ€œAinโ€™t gotta be at the stadium till later.โ€
โ€œSo, was uhโ€ฆsurprised to see ya at the game.โ€ His tone now reeks of trying to just make small talk.
Weakly you grin back explaining it was a nice change from your days on campus.
โ€œSoโ€ฆback from school, huh.โ€ That awkward thick small talk tone of his gets worse especially as he asks howโ€™s it going and what youโ€™re doing.
For being a talented professional pitcher, right now he simply seems like just some guyโ€ฆ
Just your dadโ€™s pal.
The thought brings a strange acidic taste in your mouth.
You explain school is going good and how youโ€™re here just visiting until the next semester starts up again.
Politely he asks what youโ€™re going to school for. You tell him about your program, explaining all the classes youโ€™re taking and even about the undergrad classes you help TA for.
Joel nods, quiet. You wonder if this sounds boring to a man who professionally plays baseball everyday.
โ€œYouโ€™re damn smart.โ€ He then whistles low, and his compliment jumpstarts your heart.
โ€œHavenโ€™t read a book sinceโ€ฆ shit canโ€™t even remember when.โ€ Joel muses.
โ€œWhat? They donโ€™t have you take baseball quizzes for pitching?โ€ You joke, but it falls flat. Joel just gives you a dull look.
However his lips twitch faintly, like heโ€™s fighting a grin, and it makes you grin.
โ€œThough, Iโ€™ve heard you could maybe work on your slider pitch.โ€ You add.
From the clips youโ€™ve seen and the comments youโ€™ve read, that's the one thing others have commented on, along with how unbearably handsome he is. ESPN even named him one of sports top most eligible bachelors.
โ€œOh?โ€ Joelโ€™s eyebrows rise up fast. Crossing his hands over his chest, Joel turns towards you more.
โ€œSuddenly youโ€™re a sports analyst now, huh?โ€ The way his voice perks up confidently, matching your edge of playfulness, causes something to get stuck in your throat.
โ€œYโ€™gonna start telling me how to pitch too? Just like your old man used to.โ€ Joel adds still with that same tone and even chuckles.
But his words slice through you. Swallowing hard, you steel yourself tight.
Thankfully the sound of the front door unlocking arrives. Your parents are home.
โ€œYouโ€™re fantastic, Joel. Glad I got to see it live.โ€ You tell him earnestly looking him straight in the eye, as if to stare him down and remind him unwavering youโ€™re a grown adult. Even if youโ€™re in lounge shorts and holey t-shirt, you try holding your head high with as much grace as you can.
With that you head to tell your parents Joel is here then quietly slip back to your room.
Eventually your mom knocks on your door and pops her head in.
โ€œThereโ€™s another game tonight. Wanna go?โ€ She offers.
You decline, explaining you want to rest and catch up with a few shows youโ€™ve been neglecting. Thankfully neither of your parents pressure you to join them.
With the house to yourself, you now search for as many videos of Joel you can.
Even slowly starting to understand baseball at a base level, you realize Joel โ€˜Cowboyโ€™ Miller really is spectacular. You hear about his time playing for The University of Texas and how adored he is by his alma mater.
Then heat crawls up your chest when you see clips of him drenched in sweat, heavily breathing, or even licking his lingers to help with the ball grip.
You quickly turn the videos off before you get yourself worked up.
This has to be just a simple infatuated infestation. You simply need to try to shake it off.
The last home game the Rangers play the Minnesota Twins and Joel isnโ€™t pitching. You again decide to sit this game out. You just have to detox yourself of Joel Miller.
Until youโ€™re invited to a dinner cookout at his home. You thought about maybe playing sick, but with how hungry you are, you see this just as an opportunity to get a nice meal.
Your dad casually mentions Joelโ€™s house has a pool, a nice bonus. He just forgot to mention how huge the Miller house would be.
Though gorgeously grand, itโ€™s still surprisingly cozy. In the backyard you spot Joel at the grill and it makes your head spin. The weathered old burnt orange Texas longhorn shirt he wears looks cozy and casual, sits on him beautifully highlighting his shoulders.
You slip into the pool hoping it will cool you off. But your eyes always find Joel who now laughs with your dad.
Joelโ€™s eyes suddenly flicker to yours, catching you staring red handed. Immediately you sink back into the water.
Thereโ€™s more people here than expected and you feel a bit out of place. After drying off, you decide to head inside for a drink.
The soft Texas evening illuminates the home in a gentle glow. The music from outside floats in a soft hum making the room feel like itโ€™s underwater.
Ellie told you the house was free for you to roam and from the quick tour she gave, you caught a glimpse of something you want to see more.
So letting yourself maybe take another peek, you walk back to the small alcove carved in the wall. Itโ€™s honestly a rather quiet achievement exhibition compared to other grand trophy rooms youโ€™ve imagined.
There are honestly more pictures of Sarah and Ellie, along with Tommy and the rest of the Miller clan, decorating the main hallway of the house. All of it suits Joel.
His UT longhorn jersey is framed on the wall. There are a few awards clustered together, a couple of magazine covers where he looks so dashing in his uniform.
But what makes your heart float are the framed drawings of Joel with a baseball on the mound that range from adorable scribbles to a rather good pencil sketch. These had to be Ellie and Sarahโ€™s work.
โ€œIf youโ€™re thinkinโ€™ about stealinโ€™ somethinโ€™ maybe go for the jersey. I can always get another one.โ€
Joelโ€™s drawl trickles out, and you almost jump out of your skin. Turning to the side he walks to where you are. You hate how exposed you feel just being caught in his gaze and also obviously browsing in his home.
โ€œNah, I was hoping for a World Series ring to steal and sell but.โ€ You shrug playful, knowing now heโ€™s gone to the Series but never won.
Joel makes a low hissing sound like heโ€™s injured.
โ€œDamn, yโ€™hit low.โ€ He chuckles low.
You grin triumphantly.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry. Youโ€™ll get a ring someday.โ€ You say simply.
โ€œSound sure about that.โ€ He replies.
โ€œCause itโ€™s true.โ€ You nod. โ€œYouโ€™re pretty great.โ€
Even with your limited knowledge of baseball, itโ€™s easy to see how great he is. Joel is incredibly talented, a shining star stitched in accomplishment. Yet you can tell hasnโ€™t let it go to his head. Heโ€™s anchored by his loved ones, and itโ€™s admirable. You even tell him that.
โ€œIโ€ฆthanks.โ€ He stumbles for a moment, deep dark eyes a bit cloudy as he searches your face with his voice thick and rumbled.
โ€œWhat game has been your favorite?โ€ You suddenly ask, wanting to know more about him.
His eyebrows furrow and his deep eyes glaze over a bit distant, creating a face of thought that looks adorable.
Then he nods with a soft grin remembering.
โ€œOne of the first games the girls gotta go to.โ€ He paints a picture of seeing his daughters, sitting with their uncle Tommy, wearing too large adorable Texas Rangers jerseys.
โ€œOne of the best games I ever played.โ€ He adds gently.
He really is a rare beauty of a man with a gilded heart of gold.
โ€œAnd you? Your folks talk about ya nonstop. Tell me about grad school. And none of that simple โ€˜itโ€™s goodโ€™ crap.โ€ The quick playful mimic he does of your voice makes you laugh warm and bright.
So you tell him about your favorite moments from lecture and the fondness you have for simply embracing subjects you love so much.
Joel stares fully focused on you. You swear his eyes twinkle like stars might be sowed right in his deep earth depths.
He opens his mouth, eager to continue the conversation. Until the kitchen comes alive with more people entering inside. The bubble breaks, but electricity still brews under your skin.
The next day the Rangers have a game at Globe Life Field you go.
Even if Joel isnโ€™t pitching, you want to experience this world he loves so much. Youโ€™re however surprised to find Joel is starting.
Your dad explains how one of the pitchers planned for today had to rest. So Joel will simply be the opener before the rest of the bullpen steps in.
Your heart doesnโ€™t rage wildly as it did like seeing him the first time. Now you feel almost drawn to Joel. You focus on his stance on the mound, so disciplined and almost hauntingly serious.
The Arizona Diamondbacks batter hits the ball solid. It flies straight at Joel, and fear sinks its fangs into you.
Until with fast reflexes Cowboy Miller catches the ball eased. You and the stadium erupt wild.
The Rangers win one to four. On the high of the game, you head to the jerseys again in the shop.
โ€œYou should get one!โ€ Your mom urges.
Your fingers itch, almost begging you to grab the jersey that says Miller on it. But something continues to hold you back.
On the drive back home, you now see all the great reaction clips and memes of the game. There's a particular one of Joel catching the ball that includes a great western music overlay, like heโ€™s a hero in an old cowboy movie.
Feeling brave, you send the reel to his Instagram profile. You even add underneath the message โ€œnow you just gotta work on that slider pitch.โ€
You send it. Think, hell at worst the poor social media manager will see it and not even give it the time or day. He must get so many messages anyway.
When you get home, you see the message has been read.
But also, a new profile has followed you.
JM_8712
The profile also sent you a message.
JM_8712: ainโ€™t nothing wrong with my slider
No way.
This canโ€™t be who you think it is. You message back saying this possibly canโ€™t be the real Joel Miller because he doesnโ€™t seem like the type to even know how to send a gif.
JM_8712: think ur so funny huh
The account sends a simple gif of someone rolling their eyes.
Then another message flies in.
JM_8712: ur dad get those damn nachos he kept bitchin about with Tommy?
It feels like one of Joelโ€™s changeup pitches knocks you out.
Because itโ€™s really him messaging you. When you even go to double check the blank profile just to make sure, it barely follows more than twenty people and you spot Ellie and Sarahโ€™s accounts among those profiles.
Warmth unfolds from your chest, dangerous and electric. This is Joelโ€™s personal private account.
Unknowingly this all kicks off something you never thought would have ever started. You and Joel start talking.
The messages flow between you and him, back and forth, at first just talking about the games. Then, when the Rangers leave to travel, the messaging increases.
Joel sends you pictures of the places he travels, the food he eats, the vacant stadiums he gets to enjoy.
You devour it all with a greedy eagerness. However it dawns on you that youโ€™re sliding down a slope too slippery to stop.
For the rest of the summer you earnestly check your messages on the app.
One evening, on a stormy delayed game against the Dodgers, your messages donโ€™t send through. The weather is getting worse in Los Angeles.
โ€œTheyโ€™re gonna reschedule the game. Stormโ€™s not letting up.โ€ Your dad comments glumly.
You just hope Joel is alright.
Instagram finally alerts you of a message and your heart jumps.
Joel.
JM_8712: sorry connections shit
Then he simply sends you his phone number.
You wonder if youโ€™re seeing things.
Trying to keep calm you text the number a simple message asking if heโ€™s alright.
When your text alert chimes, it rattles your brain.
Yeah im good thanks
Then another message follows. Itโ€™s a photo from the locker, bags packed like heโ€™s ready to leave.
Looks like room service for tonight
Itโ€™s Joel. Youโ€™re texting Joel right now.
It feels like a step deeper into a current you never want to leave.
Texting seems to shift the energy between you and him, a transmutation you never could have imagined.
You text Joel good morning and he tells you good night. You and him bond over a love of music. Heโ€™s got incredible taste while also complimenting yours. You stay up late on game days when pitched and now feel your throat dry up knowing youโ€™re getting to know the man on the mound.
The desire brewing more for Joel mixes with the summer heat and melts the days away. Soon enough summer dwindles away, and your new semester approaches.
The drive back to your apartment is a good couple of hours. Funny enough Joel is also traveling today for a game. Stopping for gas midway, your phone goes off.
You think at first it must be one of your parents.
But instead itโ€™s Joel.
You scramble to answer.
โ€œHey,โ€ his voice sounds incredibly richer and deep on the phone.
โ€œYโ€™doinโ€™ alright?โ€ Joel asks hesitant.
That catches you off guard.
โ€œOh yeah, just finished putting in gas actually. Why, whatโ€™s up?โ€ You relax more into the conversation now curious to why he called asking that.
Joel sighs.
โ€œSorry I justโ€ฆyour last text uh, it just got me worried.โ€
Now youโ€™re really curious about what you texted him. It had been half an incomplete response you sent. Even from your side it seemed abrupted and strange.
Sighing, you apologize that you didnโ€™t even realize you had done that. In the rush of wanting to get out on the road you must have just sent the text.
But it suddenly hits you. Joel called because he was worried. That thought rips into you with a ferocious rawness.
โ€œOkay yeah,โ€ Joel says a bit clumsily. โ€œIโ€™llโ€ฆlet you go.โ€
โ€œNo, itโ€™s okay.โ€ You quickly reassure him. โ€œHowโ€™s the traveling going?โ€
โ€œGood, just finished rewatching one of the inflight movies.โ€
โ€œPlease tell me it was Field of Dreams.โ€ You tease him with the iconic baseball film as you head back on the road. Just now with Joel on the phone.
On speaker, Joel scoffs echoing in your car all around you. You realize this might be a bad decision trying to stay focused driving while also talking to him.
โ€œFunny.โ€ His thick drawl is dry but so softly teasing just below the surface.
โ€œWas some new movie Sarah told me to watch butโ€ฆfell asleep.โ€ Joel admits low.
Thinking of him asleep on the plane clutches at something warm and deep in you.
Yes you can admit how badly you want Joel, how you picture what his calloused fingers would feel like on you, in you. But you also are finding yourself aching for more nowโ€ฆ
Like falling asleep beside him while watching a movie, or sharing a meal with him and teasing him over his dry sense of humor.
Itโ€™s dangerous falling deeper like this.
Especially now in a blink you realize youโ€™ve been talking to Joel this entire drive to your apartment.
โ€œShit sorry.โ€ He realizes it when he sees the time. โ€œYโ€™shouldโ€™ve told me to fuck off. Donโ€™t gotta waste your time talkinโ€™ to some old ass like me.โ€
He rarely comments on his age, and his words sink hard into your gut.
โ€œTrust meโ€ฆ Iโ€™m glad I get to talk to you.โ€ You truthfully tell him.
โ€œYouโ€™re the one who probably has better things to do than talk to me.โ€ You add slightly dejected. The words even sting your lips.
โ€œLike watching Field of Dreams.โ€ You quickly add some light humor trying to dispel your heartache leaking in.
Joel snorts.
โ€œDefinitely would rather chat with you than watch that.โ€ Joel mutters, but his world electrifies your skin.
โ€œIโ€™m flattered knowing I can beat Kevin Costner.โ€ You joke. When he snorts amused, warmth fills you to the brim.
Someone in the distance calls out to Joel, and you know your time with him is limited. Itโ€™s confirmed when he sighs.
โ€œGonna be landing soon. Ya make it to your place okay?โ€ He asks.
โ€œI did, thank you. And thanks for keeping me company on the drive.โ€ You smile to yourself.
โ€œDonโ€™t mention it. Uh, glad you made it back safe.โ€ Joel replies and his words make you melt.
You say his name quick.
โ€œCan you justโ€ฆ Text me when you make it to the hotel?โ€ Just to know heโ€™s safe. Itโ€™s simple, but it feels as if the words weigh a ton.
A moment passes.
โ€œYeah, will do.โ€ Joel agrees.
He doesnโ€™t text you. Instead Joel calls you when he gets to the hotel.
โ€œSaw a full on fuckinโ€™ fight at the airport when we landed.โ€ Joel rambles immediately, and you learn how much of a secret gossip he is. While Joel breaks down all the details of what he saw, you realize he wanted to tell you about this.
A light burst in your chest because you want to tell Joel everything too.
And when your next semester starts, you tell him all you can.
The texting stays but evolves into more frequent phone calls. Joel listens to you with a gruff saintโ€™s patience. He faintly picks up the names of your professors, even the name of your roommate. At one point he even stays on the phone with you when you cook dinner.
Joel calls during the stretch of waiting at the airports, a few times after games. Sometimes he rants about his teammates, sighs about his frustrations when they lose or when he ends up not doing well on the mound.
While every inch in your body still hums for Joel, itโ€™s steady now - like youโ€™re slowly accepting these emotions fully into your bloodstream and part of your existence.
You adore Joel, maybe more than you want to admit.
During a rare night out with your friends from class, feeling nice in your favorite outfit, courage courses through you. After posting a few photos from your night out, you also post a rather nice selfie.
You pray Joel sees it. Then you get a bit tipsy, and it takes all your willpower not to text Joel.
But the alcohol burns in you. Once youโ€™re back at your apartment, in the safety of your room, you pull up your favorite video.
Itโ€™s a spring training video the Rangers made of the team preparing for the upcoming season. The video ranged from showing the guys on the field practicing, to them in the weight room.
Thereโ€™s a nice small segment just on Cowboy Joel Miller. Specifically heโ€™s training with a few weights and when you first saw it, your throat got so dry.
Joel is drenched in sweat. The simple worn navy blue shirt sticks to his body, highlighting the tone of his arms and width of his shoulders. Curls wet with sweat stick to his forehead. His concentrated face is sinful.
But not as hot as the sounds he makes.
The grunts, the soft growls, the exhales he gives lifting the weightsโ€ฆ they drench your thoughts with images of him fucking.
Youโ€™ve never done this before, never gotten off on his videos. You never wanted to fall this far.
But itโ€™s so hard when your body feels molten, so wet hearing with his groans directly in your ears. Your fingers trail down to relieve the throbbing wet ache between your legs.
Imagining Joelโ€™s sweaty gorgeous body pressed against yours, picturing his thicker fingers in you, getting to taste him on your tongue - you come incredibly fast.
The next morning a text and a somber guilt wait for you.
Joel of course had messaged you.
Looks like you had fun last night
So he did see your pictures. A blistering heat crawls in your throat.
But reality sinks in fast. You got off to Joel. You donโ€™t want to feel guilty. You reason thereโ€™s probably others who have maybe done it. But it does quietly eat at you.
So much that you donโ€™t even reply to Joel for the whole day trying to sort your mind out. Heโ€™s the one that eventually calls you.
โ€œYโ€™go out on a date or somethinโ€™?โ€ Joel asks about the night out, and your mind sputters to a halt.
โ€œOh uh, no. Just went out with some friends in class.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€ He replies quick. โ€œWell, looked like fun.โ€
You agree and thank him.
โ€œBut yeah, no dates for me.โ€ You weakly laugh.
โ€œYeah? Any reason why?โ€ Joel presses.
Because youโ€™re partially head over heels for him, but you canโ€™t admit that yet.
โ€œNo oneโ€™s asked me recently thatโ€™s all.โ€ You reply simply. Youโ€™ve done the dating apps, had the headache mess of ghosting and awkward dates.
Joel snorts. โ€œPretty thing like you? Hard to imagine.โ€
His words, like a change up ball that drops wildly in the air, disorient you.
โ€œTrust me, itโ€™s real.โ€ You dryly reply.
โ€œAnd you? You must be seeing some famous celebrity in secret huh?โ€ You teasingly ask.
Youโ€™ve seen the ESPN clips of the beautiful reporters flirting with him, cooing at how handsome he is. He probably could snag a supermodel or other famous person.
Joel barks a hollow laugh of a thing.
โ€œNo, none of that.โ€ He answers.
โ€œAinโ€™t not time for that orโ€ฆmainlyโ€ฆhavenโ€™t found anyone whoโ€™s got the patience for me.โ€
Your heart sinks.
โ€œWait, what do you mean?โ€ You quietly press.
He sighs.
โ€œMโ€™ older, a single dad. My schedule ainโ€™t perfect. And those that have tried to uhโ€ฆ pursue something havenโ€™t always had the best intentions.โ€
His voice trails off somber. You wonder how many just wanted him for his money or fame.
A grim cloud seems to settle above you.
โ€œYouโ€™re a great guy Joel, an incredible one.โ€ You earnestly tell him. โ€œThose who canโ€™t see it donโ€™t deserve you.โ€
โ€œAnd I have to say it butโ€ฆyouโ€™re a real catch.โ€ You go for the obvious baseball pun.
Joelโ€™s chuckle is a beautiful low gruff treasure.
โ€œThat was bad.โ€ You can almost picture him shaking his head. โ€œBut thanksโ€ฆsame uh, same goes for you. Youโ€™re smart, gorgeous. Someone will come around to see youโ€™re worth it.โ€
Youโ€™re drowning in his words. They feel too much.
He ends up having to quickly end the call with his manager calling, and youโ€™re thankful for it. Because this blooming rawness in you feels like itโ€™s getting too much, yet not enough.
Joelโ€™s compliments are sincere. But many feelings tangle you up. It hurts, like youโ€™re stuck in a rose bush trying to get comfortable within the thorns.
Then, the universe decides to pull you away from Joel.
Classes kick up and the workload piles on. Youโ€™re exhausted. It even gets harder to reply to Joel as swiftly as you did. You even miss a few of his phone calls and donโ€™t even call him back.
The days blur together.
Then, one morning you find a text waiting for you.
hope youโ€™re alright
You want to cradle that message.
When you call Joel, itโ€™s like not a day has passed between you and him. Your heart soars hearing his voice again.
โ€œSo uhโ€ฆโ€ Joel begins cautiously, and youโ€™ve never heard him this nervous almost. โ€œWeโ€™ll be heading your way into town soon.โ€
Thatโ€™s right.
Caught up in the semester you completely forgot the team would be playing the Astros soon. Excitement immediately rises in you.
โ€œHope ya can come out and see us. And if ya do, let me know.โ€ Joel suggests and you swear his voice sounds shy.
The minute the conversation ends, you try checking for tickets. But theyโ€™re a pretty penny. You jokingly circle the top section, the highest nosebleeds, and text him saying he needs to try and find you from here.
He texts back immediately.
Donโ€™t worry about the tickets. Just head to will call and let them know youโ€™re with me. Got it covered
That might be one of the hottest things youโ€™ve ever read.
Game day canโ€™t approach any faster. Your parents even mention the upcoming game when you call to check up.
โ€œYou should try to go!โ€ Your dad urges, eager.
A part of you has wondered if Joel mentioned you to your dad. Youโ€™ve kept quiet, not saying a thing about whatever this is with Joel, and you now think so did Joel.
You take a small comfort in that.
When game day does arrive, you head to Minute Maid Park alone. Your closest friend and classmate couldnโ€™t make it, and neither could your roommate. But for some reason, youโ€™re slightly okay with being here by yourself.
At the ticket window, you nervously say that youโ€™re here for Joel. Like if nothing they verify your name, and with an ease slide tickets your way.
Not just any tickets, but seats right by the Rangers dugout.
Still stunned, but now slightly lost, you canโ€™t help but feel stranded in the stadium.
โ€œYou okay, sweetie?โ€ A lovely voice comes and when you turn, you find a sweet older motherly woman. She wears a Texas Rangers jersey and another younger woman stands besides her in the same jersey. They both stare at you concerned.
โ€œYou lost?โ€ The younger woman asks sympathetically.
It must be that obvious. The motherly older woman politely asks to check your tickets to point you in the right direction. She perks up.
โ€œAw look at that! Youโ€™re sitting close to us! Come on, weโ€™ll show ya around!โ€ She beams warmly.
โ€œWait, are you sure?โ€ You ask worried.
โ€œOh of course,โ€ the younger woman reassures you with a smile. โ€œThe stadium is so huge and besides, us Rangers fans gotta stick together.โ€
She then winks, noticing the Rangers shirt you bought and wore for the game.
You find out Malinda, the older woman, is the mother of the first baseman. And the other lady, Casey, is his wife.
Kindly, this sweet family adopts you, guiding you towards the section literally right besides the dugout on the other side of the net.
Youโ€™re stunned in shock yet again.
Even though your tickets are a few rows away from the two sweet ladies, they reassure you youโ€™ll be fine sitting with them.
Itโ€™s beautiful and comforting.
โ€œSo, who are you here for?โ€ Casey asks with a friendly gossip like whisper. โ€œThese seats are for friends and family, and I havenโ€™t seen you around before.โ€
But then she quickly reassures you donโ€™t have to explain if you don't want to.
You with a weak laugh youโ€™re here to see Joel, adding that heโ€™s a family friend. Her eyes go wide.
โ€œOh wow! And he warmed up today too so he might pitch!โ€ She says excitedly.
Joel had texted you before the line up was confirmed that he would be warming up.
Donโ€™t know if Iโ€™m gonna get put in but just in case
Even if he didnโ€™t, you told him you just wanted to be there to support him.
With the Rangers being the visiting team, they bat first. You want to root for the guys to get a hit and get on base, but you also already selfishly want to see Joel.
Three outs come and the Rangers switch to take the field. No sign of Joel.
In fact he doesnโ€™t show up until the fifth inning, and it happens so casually. Joel simply walks out from the dugout and takes your breath away.
The team wears their cobalt blue jerseys and the color flatters Joel marvelously.
It feels like seeing him for the first time all over again but through a deeper lens you canโ€™t explain.
You clap and cheer with pride when he manages to strike out the first batter. Then the second.
Two strikeouts back to back.
Joel told you back in his younger days he struck out seven hitters in a row. Now for him to get two, much less strike out the third batter, is something to applaud and admire. And the Rangers fans here, including yourself, cheer loud when the team heads back for the next inning.
โ€œCowboy Miller in his golden age.โ€ Someone off to the side whistles appreciatively.
You donโ€™t fight the syrupy fondness swallowing you whole.
โ€œItโ€™s rare that a moreโ€ฆseasoned pitcher like Joel still is relied on,โ€ your new friend Casey explains. โ€œBut itโ€™s hard to see why not. Everyoneโ€™s been saying like heโ€™s almost found a new groove and still has so much power.โ€
Heโ€™s a force youโ€™re terribly in awe of.
Seeing the whip of how strong his body still pitches the ball with a dizzying speed, how handsome he looks under the baseball cap, you want to savor this as much as you can.
Joel manages to get two more strikes out in the second inning. Then by the seventh they get a hit off him but thankfully, no runs come in. Cowboy Miller ends the inning striking out the final batter. You, and the other Rangers fans present, erupt wild.
He did amazing.
Laser focused, locked in on the game, he doesnโ€™t search the crowd or even glance up and you understand. The game gets intense when the Astros manage to hit a home run in the eight. In the end the Rangers win because of an error.
But itโ€™s still a sweet victory.
You relish and warmly celebrate it with your co cheerleaders for the game that made you feel so welcomed with them. Youโ€™re about to head up and leave, start looking for an Uber ride home, when Malinda calls to you.
โ€œSweetie? Arenโ€™t ya gonna wait with us and greet the guys!?โ€ She asks with warm curious sweetness.
You canโ€™t say no.
The commotion sweeps you into a neon coated excitement. Thereโ€™s a special area sectioned off, almost in a backstage-like section that connects to the entry way for the visiting teams. Youโ€™re surprised at how many others wait here.
The team slowly trickles out of the locker room and into the hallway. Youโ€™re hilariously reminded of a class being let out.
Then the world then melts away when Joel walks out. Focused on his phone you almost want to call out to him, but your voice gets caught in your throat.
Putting his phone away Joel finally glances up and spots you.
Even with his baseball cap on, you see his eyes widen for a fraction. Your body reacts on its own moving towards him. But he also walks fiercely towards you.
The world blurs away for a moment and then without even thinking, youโ€™re embracing him.
It happens so naturally you donโ€™t even realize what you did until you blink and itโ€™s like youโ€™ve been thrown into cold water.
Panicking, youโ€™re about to pull away until Joelโ€™s arms slowly wrap around you.
โ€œGood to see ya too.โ€ He says low gruff but youโ€™re taken out by the knees grateful your body doesnโ€™t give out.
He smells of sweat, of the dirt on the field, and something sharply Joel, and itโ€™s wonderful.
Quickly you draw yourself away to proudly tell him how amazing he did. Joel waves you off with a gruff noise as his eyes refuse to meet you, almost bashful.
Itโ€™s been so long since youโ€™ve seen him this close, been in the same space as him. And it feels so different.
โ€œAlright, dinner?โ€ Someone says, and when you turn, youโ€™re stunned to see itโ€™s the team manager.
Guess this means youโ€™ll be saying goodbye.
โ€œHeadinโ€™ home?โ€ Joel asks when he notices you staying back once everyone funnels outside.
โ€œUh yeah, gotta grab an Uber first. Didnโ€™t wanna drive down here and deal with Houston traffic along with awful parking during a game.โ€ You joke, and Joel snorts.
โ€œLet me take ya back then.โ€ He offers, and you almost drop your phone.
You scramble out reassuring Joel itโ€™s fine.
โ€œBesides, donโ€™t you have dinner to go to?โ€ And where would he even get a car to take you.
โ€œSโ€™fine. Would rather make sure you get home safe anyway.โ€ He then tells you to hang tight then goes to grab one of the rental cars the team has on ready.
Because of course they do.
Your blood hums wild knowing Joel is taking you home, that youโ€™re going to be alone with him. Even in this glimmering dusted dream you still want to tell Malinda and Casey goodbye and thanks for treating you so kindly.
You wish them well and even welcome their warm goodbye hug.
โ€œWish you could come to dinner!โ€ Casey frowns.
โ€œMaybe next time.โ€ Her mother in law says bright.
Next time.
โ€œYes hope to see you at more games.โ€ Casey grins and the possibility bubbles iridescent in you.
With a goodbye to them you wait for Joel. There are still a few others of the wives or girlfriends hanging around while the team sorts out where to go.
You havenโ€™t turned to give them any attention. However something crawls on your skin like youโ€™re hyper aware of being watched.
โ€œDid you see how she hugged him? Probably just using him, poor Joel.โ€ One of them whispers.
โ€œSheโ€™s not even that pretty.โ€ Another one giggles.
โ€œOh then you know heโ€™s maybe just using her then! And if thatโ€™s the case then good for Joel.โ€ The other replies with a searing joke that makes your stomach sick.
Joel returns, keys in his hand. โ€œReady to go?โ€
You weakly grin back.
You should be basking in this moment of finally getting to be alone with Joel, of getting to see him drive you around. Once in the car he took off his cap allowing you sight of his soft hair. The darkness of the car, the warmth of the city lights flickering by, all coat him glorious. Yet those comments from earlier fester poisonous and sour any hope of enjoying this.
You stay rather quiet while giving him directions to your place.
Joel however is surprisingly talkative.
โ€œSo youโ€™ll have to give me recommendations of places to go around here.โ€ His voice even sounds just traces softer, higher almost - like heโ€™s happy being here.
And it kills you.
โ€œYโ€™seem quiet, you okay?โ€ He notices it of course, ever aware.
โ€œYeah, just a bit tired. Didnโ€™t know the game would take that much outta me.โ€ You lie.
Eventually you arrive at your apartment complex.
โ€œYour place is nice.โ€ Joel admires as he helps you out of the car like the Texan gentleman he is. He even follows you to your door.
You graciously thank him again for this night and for taking you home.
โ€œYou sure youโ€™re okay?โ€ He asks again.
You walk a few steps away from him. The night all around is still quiet, feels soupy with how much hangs in you.
You refuse to cry about this, donโ€™t want to get emotional. If anything, you deserve to treat this like an adult.
โ€œJoelโ€ฆโ€ you start cautiously, already hating the way your voice wavers.
โ€œYeah?โ€ His voice stays steady, unbothered, but his eyes furrowing say otherwise.
โ€œWhatโ€ฆwhat is this? What are we?โ€ You ask as steady as you can, but your tone continues to crack.
Joelโ€™s eyes brow furrow and his mouth closes, tightening his jaw.
โ€œJustโ€ฆgood friends.โ€ He replies simply, almost cold. โ€œJust showing my palโ€™s daughter a nice night.โ€
There it is.
Your soul deflates. So all the times youโ€™ve felt like this might be something, maybe it's just been you wishing it would be.
So salvaging whatever dignity left, you nod.
โ€œThanks again, Joel.โ€ You reply briskly and return walking towards your door.
He says your name. It stops you dead in your tracks.
โ€œWhy? Why dโ€™ya ask that?โ€ He asks, pressing firm and hard.
You turn back to him, and a deep scowl is etched on his face.
โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter.โ€ You answer.
โ€œThe fuck does that mean?โ€ He snaps a bit sharp.
โ€œIt means what it means.โ€ You fire back.
โ€œBullshit. Why did you ask that?โ€ Joel growls out firmer.
โ€œEven if I told you, it doesnโ€™t matter.โ€ You repeat.
โ€œStop sounding like a fuckinโ€™ owl.โ€ His voice rises hard and fast, like a hand slamming on the wall.
It startles you, makes your eyes water and something in you shakes. Mainly because you know this is beginning to taste like the end. The smallest trace of hope is dissipating right before you.
You blink back tears, and immediately Joelโ€™s face falls.
โ€œHoney, Iโ€™m sorry-โ€
Shaking your head, you cut him off. Not even the sweet pet name he effortlessly uses can shake you.
Through gritted teeth you tell him to go.
โ€œNot when youโ€™re this upset.โ€ He urges.
Through tears a sad water laugh escapes you and Joelโ€™s eyes go cloudy.
โ€œIโ€™m realizingโ€ฆIโ€™ll never be anything to you then just your friend's kid, huh?โ€ Your voice is waterlogged and you canโ€™t fight it.
โ€œYou are.โ€ He states simple and straightforward.
You nod, swallowing back the heartache boiling over.
โ€œCanโ€™t be anythinโ€™ more than that.โ€ Joel adds through mutter.
โ€œWhy?โ€ You now ask him. Under the amber light of your apartmentโ€™s hallway the most frustrated cloudy look hardens his face.
His eyes scan your face then he steps closer towards you
โ€œDonโ€™t act dumb, sweetheart.โ€ His voice rips out low cruel, slightly harsh.
Youโ€™re not and you tell him that.
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ the words youโ€™ve held locked up so fiercely in your heart now sneak out from their bars to escape.
โ€œIโ€™d give anything to be yours, Joel.โ€ You croak barely realizing you even said that.
He inhales, and his face goes taunt.
You wait for the sharp reply, even brace for it.
Instead Joel swoops in, kisses you wild like a sudden storm, and presses you against the door of your apartment.
Greedily, you claw onto him not wanting to ever let this go, to let him go. Your mouth begs him more to invade and consume. And he does so with a steady hunger.
The clamor into your apartment is messy, but at one point Joel cautiously stops to look around.
โ€œMy roommateโ€™s visiting familyโ€ฆโ€ you reassure, kissing his neck and softly under the side of his jaw with delicate cautious lips.
โ€œJust you and me.โ€ You whisper soft.
Joel takes command the minute you lead him to your room.
โ€œThought about this. Fuck, think about ya all the damn time.โ€ He growls against your neck as he slides your bra off and runs a callous hand over your chest.
โ€œFucked my fist that first night you went swimminโ€™ at mโ€™house.โ€ Joelโ€™s words make you whine and then his lips lick against your skin trying to savor you.
โ€œMe too.โ€ You admit through a whimper. โ€œTouched myself thinking of you.โ€
Joel freezes.
โ€œTell me,โ€ he says rather calmly, deadly almost.
Your syrupy lust begins fading away when you realize what you said, what he asks for, and what your answer will be.
Your lips and eyes shut close.
Then Joelโ€™s warm breath, like a ghost, crawls against up your chest and tickles against your ear now.
โ€œCome on, honey,โ€ his voice is utterly decadent with a plea. โ€œTell me, please.โ€
You swallow hard telling Joel you don't want him to get weirded out.
He hums against your neck already starting to suck a mark against your skin. Your eyes roll back, and the embarrassment is quickly fading away.
โ€œPromise, Iโ€™ll be okay.โ€ Joel reassures you with a mumble against your skin.
So with a shaky voice, you weakly admit how you touched yourself to videos of him.
He groans.
โ€œBaby, oh fuck, fuckin - shit.โ€ Joel sputters out hard, like he just got kicked in the gut, and youโ€™re worried until his lips smash into yours.
He devours you.
Youโ€™re swept into a tangled dizzying frenzy. Your clothes practically get ripped off as do Joelโ€™s while he clutches onto you and licks into your mouth.
โ€œThatโ€™s my girl. Knew youโ€™d be mโ€™good girl.โ€ He says almost drunk and youโ€™re done for.
You fall into the chasm with no hopes of turning back. But you donโ€™t want to.
Joel feels like a god carving open your universe. You want to consume him and want him to consume you. He becomes your center of gravity.
In the aftermath, youโ€™re left basking in Joelโ€™s warmth and never want to leave.
Even though you were in his arms, Joel had to sit up to take a call and now scrolls through his phone. Your fingers trace his beautiful back.
Youโ€™re thankful for all the soft lamps you bought that now melt him into a dreamlike glow.
โ€œJoel.โ€
He hums a gruff gentle noise that says heโ€™s listening.
โ€œI donโ€™tโ€ฆโ€ you begin softly, then tell him your doubts. You donโ€™t want him to think youโ€™re simply using him for his status or money.
โ€œJoelโ€ฆ you could quit or retire tomorrow and work with your brother as a contractor and Iโ€™d still always want you the way I want you.โ€ Your deliciously aching limbs, the soft afterglow, all of it has you speaking soft and freely.
You never wanted Joel because of his fame or even because of the forbidden taste of him being friends with your dad. You wanted Joel for deeper reasons, some that have carved out a chasm in your heart.
You explain this all to him best as you can without rambling or sounding silly.
Joel sighs.
โ€œYโ€™shouldnโ€™t.โ€ His voice is a hollow rumble. โ€œIโ€™m old, friends with your dad. We shouldnโ€™t be doinโ€™ this.โ€
Now a bitter venom spills in you.
You glare at his back, how his shoulders slump defeated while you sit up
โ€œI'm an adult, Joel. And if thatโ€™s all youโ€™re worried about then sorry itโ€™s a shit reason.โ€ You launch back.
Over his shoulder he glares at you.
โ€œIfโ€ฆโ€ you swallow hard. โ€œIf youโ€™re the one who wants to leave, because iโ€™m that young, or you really don't want this or donโ€™t feel what I feel, then fine. At least tell me that.โ€
โ€œBut I care about you. And I want to make this, us, work.โ€ You finish firmly, even with how much emotions clash in your chest.
Joel sighs again. His eyes face turns away now down downcasted.
โ€œDidnโ€™t wanna want you the way I do. Youโ€™re so bright, fuckingโ€™ smart and so gโ€™damn gorgeous.โ€ He softly admits.
A pause settles between him and you.
โ€œYโ€™could be with someone younger, less complicated.โ€ Joel admits low.
โ€œDonโ€™t want anyone younger or less complicated. Just want you.โ€ You reassure with a soft steady mutter.
He goes quiet again.
โ€œUsed to not get bothered when I started leavinโ€™ away games by myself. With Tommy married and the business booming, then the girls startinโ€™ to have their own livesโ€ฆI didnโ€™t mind doing this alone.โ€
Underneath his words you catch it, his rusting loneliness.
โ€œBut thenโ€ฆthese past few monthsโ€ฆand now today seeing ya waitinโ€™ for meโ€ฆโ€ he says clipped, like the rest of his words are caught in his throat and he canโ€™t free them yet
Joel turns, and his eyes bore into you.
The silence stays as you stare unflinchingly back at him.
He doesnโ€™t need to say anything else. You donโ€™t think you have to either. Like a magnetic pull, itโ€™s effortless moving towards him. Joelโ€™s warm large calloused hand, seasoned from so many seasons of hard work, of pitching, cradles your face. You kiss him with every inch of your heart.
Even after spending the night, youโ€™re surprised Joel hasnโ€™t left yet. He even comments about figuring out lunch plans with you.
โ€œYou have another game today, Cowboy.โ€ You comment.
The term makes his eyebrows rise, and the most coy smirk tugs his face making him look so charming.
โ€œGot today off to rest, ya little shit.โ€ Itโ€™s affectionate. โ€œBesides my back ainโ€™t what it use to be and after goinโ€™ more rounds with ya this morning-โ€
In the middle of your living room you rush to kiss him.
The rest of the day unfolds like a dream drenched and stitched from every domestic fantasy youโ€™ve ever had. Joel stands in your kitchen when you make him a quick lunch and you laugh apologizing that your fridge isnโ€™t MLB diet certified. Joel steals your last saved snack after that joke.
Cuddled snug on the couch with him, you try watching a movie but Joel, so greedy and handsy, ends up fucking your brains out with his tongue.
When dinner rolls around, you order from your favorite local takeout place and Joel pays for everything. You ignore all the work you need to do for the week and donโ€™t care. Youโ€™re here at this moment and want to stay crystalized in it for as long as you can.
But tomorrow is the last day before the team leaves to Miami to play the Marlins.
While showering with him, you wrap yourself against Joelโ€™s back already dreading his leave. He seems to sense it too because his hands squeezes yours.
Against your shower wall he glides into you tender and slow, almost trying to draw out every inch of this.
Later that night, you try staying up but the day begins settling in. Your eyes flutter trying to fight sleep.
He mutters your name soft while his fingers run soft against your side.
โ€œHm?โ€ You answer, trying hard to fight your tired eyes.
โ€œDonโ€™t want ya to think iโ€™m ever using you, honey. Youโ€™re not just some young thing keepinโ€™ me company.โ€
His words are simple, but they erupt so much in you.
Joel had been spooning you from behind, but now you immediately turn around to burrow your face against his chest. You reassure him and his arms tighten around you wonderful chains you wish never break.
But the next morning arrives.
โ€œGonna come to our last game here?โ€ Joel asks while he packs up.
โ€œDonโ€™t know, I heard you guys still have that really old guy who might be pitching.โ€ You say with a shrug.
His face frowns hard, but Joel moves to playfully smack your ass while you laugh. He quickly draws you in for another kiss.
You have class tomorrow and work you need to jump on, but you go to the game. Joel doesnโ€™t play, but you donโ€™t mind. Getting to hug him goodbye one last night in the shadow of the stadium is worth it.
โ€œText ya when we get to the airport.โ€ Joel promises, secretly placing a soft kiss on your head.
That night when you get home you order not one, but two Joel Miller jerseys.
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whole new can of worms
joel miller x f!reader
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rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: two friends decide to blow off a little steam together. warnings/tags: [18+ minors DNI] fwb!joel, famous HOG joel miller lmao, age gap [20 years], language, alcohol consumption, established friendship, guitar playing joel!!, oral [f and m recieving], p in v sex, starts slow and careful and ends up rough oops. word count: 6.9k (nice) series masterlist | masterlist a/n: okay LOOK. iโ€™m working on a final part to this little impromptu series, but I got very side-tracked with the idea of a prequel and then the most smut Iโ€™ve ever written just fucking spilled out of me. this is the first time they had sex, ladies and gentlemen. you get the beginning before you get the end. enjoy. also, this moment from tlou pt 2 game is what i was picturing for the beginning when joel is playing the song. dont watch if you don't want to, its from a cut scene very late in the second game. zero spoilers, just joel miller strumming that damn guitar in a way i'll never forget. this is part one of my fwb!joel series. you can find the other parts here: two, three, four.
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โ€œPlay that one I like.โ€
Joel offered no verbal response, but sat up straighter in his chair, fingers adjusting along the fretboard of his guitar. You relaxed into your seat, closing your eyes and taking a long sip from your glass of amber liquor.
He began playing and you smiled happily, goosebumps breaking out across your skin as the familiar tune filled the air between you and your friend, melding with the sound of rain softly pattering against the roof of his veranda. You kicked your feet up onto the table between you, the tense muscles in your legs aching from the stretch.
โ€œGet your feet off the table,โ€ Joel muttered, fingers never ceasing on the instrument. โ€œAnimal.โ€
Your eyes stayed closed, but you stuck your tongue out in his direction, smirking a little and keeping your feet up, knowing he didnโ€™t really mind. ย ย 
Both of you had endured a long fucking day.
Winter was fading into Spring, and the trees and plants in Jackson were slowly but surely beginning to bloom again. It meant you were spending more hours in the green house than out on patrol, and you werenโ€™t complaining. Tending to the garden relaxed you, connected you to nature and to one of the food sources in the commune that helped put a little bit of food on everyoneโ€™s plate each week. Working there made you feel connected to the town, and you loved it, truly. Except, for when a thunderstorm happened.
Theyโ€™d scared you for as long as you could remember. Since you were a kid, thunder and lightning had made you want to crawl under the covers on your bed and hide away until the loud noises disappeared. But as a full-grown woman, you werenโ€™t afforded such luxuries. Rain, hail or shine, the people in Jackson depended on each other, and you couldnโ€™t duck out of a shift because of a silly little phobia.
When the rain started pouring down on the glass roof of the greenhouse you hadnโ€™t been surprised. Only a few weeks into springtime, the town was still shaking off the remnants of a bitterly cold winter, and a little rain was still common. It was only when the first crack of thunder sounded that youโ€™d stilled, hands frozen gripping a heavy pot, an unwelcome shiver racing down your spine. Youโ€™d had to work for hours, the sound of rain pelting against the roof accompanying you, with flashes of lightning appearing out of the corner of your eye all day.
When all was said and done, youโ€™d trudged through the downpour to Joelโ€™s house and arrived on his doorstep looking like a drowned rat, only to find out that heโ€™d spent his afternoon stuck outside on patrol, in the very weather you were so upset about.
Heโ€™d opened the door with damp hair, bundled in warm clothes, the tip of his nose a light shade of pink from the cold.
โ€œWhiskey?โ€ heโ€™d asked.
You nodded. โ€œWhiskey.โ€
And so the pair of you had ended up on his porch, under cover from the residual spit of rain, forgetting all about the shit day through good company and good alcohol.
As Joel strummed the last few chords of the song you sighed glumly, cracking an eye open to watch him. He set the guitar down gently and reached for his glass.
โ€œSo beautiful,โ€ you murmured. โ€œWish I could play.โ€
โ€œAnd then what use would I be?โ€ he chuckled. โ€œCanโ€™t have you learning guitar; Iโ€™d have no one to play for anymore.โ€
You watched him closely. Staring into his glass, you could see him mulling the words over in his head. Ellie had hardly spoken a word to him in weeks, and you could see the toll it was taking, although you never pried. Clearly, something had happened, and although you and Joel were close, you hadnโ€™t wanted to insert yourself into whatever drama had consumed his little found family. It made your chest hurt though, to watch him miss that girl. Heโ€™d always loved playing for her.
โ€œGood thing Iโ€™m lazy then,โ€ you mused softly. โ€œSwear I couldnโ€™t play an instrument with a gun to my head. Iโ€™ll need to keep you around.โ€
โ€œWorks for me,โ€ he said, refilling both your glasses. โ€œYou on the patrol roster tomorrow?โ€
You shook your head, accepting the glass with a grateful smile. A slight buzz warmed your insides, fighting to keep your body temperature up as the cool breeze licked at your exposed hands and face. โ€œNope, Iโ€™m a free agent tomorrow, no responsibilities.โ€
โ€œGod damn,โ€ he rolled his eyes. โ€œGonna be stuck out there all alone with Tommy.โ€
โ€œDevastating,โ€ you grinned. โ€œIโ€™m way better company.โ€
โ€œToo right,โ€ Joel agreed. โ€œWhatโ€™s your plan for the day, little miss no responsibilities? Still reading that book I found you?โ€
Probably masturbate. The thought zipped through your mind so suddenly that you felt your chest warm, and you cleared your throat softly.
โ€œYeah,โ€ you replied. โ€œProbably just read for a while. Dinner at Maria and Tommy's, remember?โ€
You hoped he didnโ€™t see through the lie, because the truth was that you were embarrassed by yourself. Only a few days before youโ€™d been struck by the realisation that you hadnโ€™t had sex, or even been touched intimately by another person, in months. In fact, you noted sullenly, it had been half a fucking year. And you were struggling. It was your longest dry spell in a while, and every night lately youโ€™d found yourself tangled up in your bed with your hand in your underwear, wishing desperately that someone, anyone, else was there with you.
Trying to ward off the unsavoury thoughts filling your mind, you took a deep gulp of whiskey and shut your eyes, contemplating asking if he had any cigarettes laying around.
Suddenly, a deep groan pierced the air between you and your eyes shot open. What the fuck?
With wide eyes, you saw that Joel was gripping his right leg tightly, thumb rubbing deep circles into the skin above his knee cap, and you forced yourself to relax. A sound of pain, you realised. But your heart had stuttered in your chest, because as out of character as it wouldโ€™ve been, with your eyes closed it had sounded like a vaguely sexual noise. You rolled your eyes, willing yourself to get a grip. But it had been so long, and the sound of a man groaning in any way was enough to light a fire in your stomach.
โ€œItโ€™s the cold,โ€ he noticed your stare. โ€œMakes my knee ache.โ€
You nodded knowingly, eyes watching as his large hand gripped his thigh, applying pressure to the tender area.
โ€œWhatโ€™s up your ass?โ€ Joel asked.
โ€œHuh?โ€ your gaze flashed up to meet his and found him watching you closely, eyebrows furrowed.
โ€œYouโ€™re frowninโ€™,โ€ he said. โ€œGone all quiet suddenly.โ€
โ€œSo are you,โ€ you huffed defensively, face warming. โ€œYou always fucking frown, I canโ€™t do it one time?โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ he grinned cheekily, stilling rubbing his knee. โ€œI frown enough for the both of us. You can figure somethinโ€™ else out.โ€ ย 
You let out a begrudging chuckle and felt the indent between your eyebrows relax.
โ€œSeriously,โ€ he pushed. โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong? Is it too cold? We should move inside.โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ you cringed, scratching the side of your neck awkwardly. Lowering your legs off the table you sat up a little straighter in your chair. โ€œItโ€™s good out here, I like it. Iโ€™m justโ€ฆ distracted, I donโ€™t know.โ€
โ€œWhatโ€™s on your mind?โ€ he sipped his whiskey.
Without needing any more prompting, you gave up on beating around the bush. โ€œWhenโ€™s the last time you had sex?โ€
A choked sound escaped him, and he swallowed quickly, coughing into his elbow. โ€œChrist, what?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ your cheeks were on fire. โ€œIโ€™m not thinking about you having sex, relax. I was thinking about me having sex. Or not having sex, to be more precise.โ€
He coughed again, an awkward expression flashing across his face.
You and Joel had been friends for a few years now, since he and Ellie returned to Jackson and decided to settle in the commune. After being friends with Tommy for a few years before that, youโ€™d fallen into a natural friendship with his older brother. It was no secret that there was 20 odd year age difference between you and Joel, but in a post-apocalyptic world, it had never phased either of you. Friends were friends, and an age gap didnโ€™t impact much. But sex was a topic that had seldom come up in conversation over those few years. Here and there maybe, but never in detail, and never so candidly.
โ€œI almost walked in on Shae and Petra fucking the other day,โ€ you continued plainly. โ€œShe was late for patrol, so I went over to see if sheโ€™d slept in, and I could hear them from outside the fucking house. Stood there like an ass for a minute, just listening like a creep.โ€
Joel watched you closely, and you noticed his hand gripped his glass a little tighter, fingertips white from the pressure โ€œYouโ€ฆ listened?โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t look at me like that,โ€ you cringed, rubbing a hand over your face shamefully. โ€œJust for a fucking second. Hadnโ€™t realised how long it had been, and it was like my feet wouldnโ€™t move.โ€
โ€œI see.โ€
โ€œYou better not tell a soul about this,โ€ you pointed at him threateningly. โ€œIโ€™ll end you if anybody finds out, Miller. I swear.โ€
โ€œI believe you,โ€ he snorted, holding his hands up in surrender. โ€œMy lips are sealed.โ€
You relaxed a little, relieved to discover that he wasnโ€™t going to be as awkward about it as youโ€™d first feared.
โ€œHow long has it been?โ€
Your eyes ticked up to stare at him again. โ€œLike, six months or something.โ€
Joel let out a low whistle and nodded slowly, sipping from the crystal tumbler in his hand. โ€œYou poor soul.โ€
โ€œOh, come off it,โ€ you scoffed in disbelief. โ€œDonโ€™t tell me youโ€™re having sex and Iโ€™m not? This just keeps getting worse.โ€
โ€œFuck you,โ€ he drawled mockingly, that deep Texan accent making you grin. โ€œWould it be such a surprise if I was?โ€
โ€œSโ€™just bullshit,โ€ you glowered, picking at your nails in frustration. Traces of soil still lined the creases in your palms and you rubbed at it furiously, in a fruitless attempt at cleaning them. ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ is all he said, and you frowned at him in confusion. โ€œHavinโ€™ sex,โ€ he added with a smirk. "And it's been longer for me, so quit your whinin'."
You raised your eyebrows, appreciating the honesty. โ€œWell thank god Iโ€™m not the only one.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t know when I would,โ€ he shrugged simply. โ€œAnd who would I be having sex with, anyways? Spend all my fuckinโ€™ time on patrol listening to Tommy talk for hours, or Iโ€™m sleepinโ€™, or Iโ€™m with you.โ€
The thought itched so suddenly at the back of your brain, and you fought against it, shaking your head ever so slightly to push it away. Donโ€™t think that. But it was persistent, and after a few moments of silence, your mind was filled with thoughts of you and Joel Miller fucking.
Admittedly, it was something youโ€™d thought about once or twice when youโ€™d first met him. He was a handsome guy, and his arrival in Jackson had definitely caused a stir among the women in the commune. But youโ€™d fallen into a friendship so quickly, so comfortably, that the thought had never reared its ugly head again. Until now.
You watched him for a moment. His hair was dry at that point, and short messy curls framed his face and neck. He had neat dark facial hair, with sweet specks of ashy grey mixed in here and there. That familiar scar on the bridge of his nose. Lips that had gone a darker shade of pink from the cold, that youโ€™d never realised looked quite soโ€ฆ plush. Eyes trailing down, your gaze raked over his hands. Long, calloused fingers that wrapped around almost the entirety of his glass. the warmth in your stomach spread downward, and you knew you should feel embarrassed at where your brain was taking you, but you couldnโ€™t stop yourself. Images flashed through your mind of his hands gripping you like that. Fingers leaving marks on your thighs, on your neck. You shivered, looking away quickly.
โ€œFuck,โ€ you sighed quietly, not even caring if he heard.
โ€œHey,โ€ he said softly, assuming you were upset. โ€œSomeoneโ€™ll come along. We could talk to Tommy about setting you up or somethinโ€™.โ€
You hummed noncommittally and turned in your chair to face him head on. Joel noticed and adjusted his position to do the same, raising an eyebrow. โ€œWhatโ€™s that look?โ€ he asked, eyebrows pinching together.
Jesus, here goes nothing.
โ€œWhat if we fucked?โ€
Joel stared. His jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, and he put his glass down on the table with a soft clink.
โ€œWhat?โ€ he said lowly, his voice taking on a sudden gravelly quality.
โ€œI mean,โ€ you searched desperately for the words to explain yourself, licking your lips nervously. โ€œYou said it yourself, weโ€™re so busy, right? Always working, or sleeping, or weโ€™re hanging out, you and me. So, what if we justโ€ฆ blew off a little steam together?โ€
His eyebrows had raised so dramatically you thought they might disappear into his hairline. It wasnโ€™t often you managed to shock Joel, and you laughed gently at the astounded expression that decorated his face. ย 
โ€œYou want to blow off steamโ€ฆ with me?โ€ he pointed lamely at his chest.
โ€œDonโ€™t sound so incredulous,โ€ you joked. โ€œYouโ€™re a catch, Joel. You know the teens call you a HOG, right? Hot old guy.โ€œ
โ€œShut up,โ€ he held up a hand to silence you, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as you laughed at his embarrassment. โ€œDonโ€™t want to hear that shit.โ€
โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t mean anything, Joel,โ€ you reassured, veering back on topic. โ€œWe could justโ€ฆ help each other wind down after a long day.โ€
You watched each other in silence for a moment, and you noticed him shuffle slightly in his seat, hand gripping his knee once again. For a minute, you worried that youโ€™d upset him. The friendship you two shared was strong, and you always known you could confide almost anything in him. He was trustworthy, and valued your word above so many others. But maybe this was over the line.
As you were about to speak again, about to take it all back and apologise for even suggesting it, he finally opened his mouth.
โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t mean anything?โ€ he clarified. โ€œThis wonโ€™t affect our friendship.โ€
You shook your head quickly. โ€œNothing at all. No strings, bud. Final offer.โ€
With a deep, rumbling sigh, Joel snatched his glass off the table and downed the remainder of its contents before standing up. โ€œAlright then.โ€ ย ย 
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Youโ€™d been in Joelโ€™s room a hundred times over the years. Hauling him out of bed for patrol after heโ€™d accidentally slept in, or rifling through his chest of drawers to steal a thick pair of socks. But never for this reason. The pair of you stood awkwardly at the foot of his bed, staring at everything other than each other, as the air crackled with palpable tension.
Joel scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and you smirked, unfamiliar with seeing him being unsure of himself.
โ€œIf you donโ€™t want to, we can just forget I ever sai-โ€œ
โ€œJust taking your fuckinโ€™ clothes off,โ€ he grunted, staring you down suddenly. Wide eyed, you felt a rush of heat through your thighs.
โ€œJesus,โ€ you breathed. โ€œRomance isnโ€™t dead.โ€
He huffed out a laugh and your shoulders relaxed, happy to see a crack through his tense faรงade. Your tugged off your sweater, and then your shirt, tossing them over the chair in the corner of his room. Working quickly, you undid the zipper on your pants and pulled them down your legs until you were left in your underwear, a thin white singlet, and your socks.
You reminded yourself that Joel had already seen you naked, thinking back on a time when the two of you had gone skinny dipping in a lake you stumbled across on patrol the summer before. But this was so different. This wasnโ€™t a random moment of spontaneity. And at the lake he'd been a gentleman, averting his eyes for the most part out of politeness, but now? Now he was watching your every move.
Silently, he undid the strap off his watch and placed it on the top of his dresser, before working to undo the buttons on his shirt. After he had tugged it off, you let your eyes trail over his exposed skin, and with no fabric covering him, you could see how quickly his chest rose and fell.
โ€œHey,โ€ you said quietly, stepping forward and placing a hand on his chest. You felt his heart race under the warm skin and smiled. โ€œItโ€™s just me. Let me help you relax, okay?โ€
His tongue darted out to wet his lips quickly, and you wondered what it would be like to kiss him. You didnโ€™t dwell on it though, and leaned forward to drag your lips across the skin of his neck. He smelt like rain and pine needles, and you inhaled deeply, pressing soft kisses along his pulse point. One of his hands landed heavily on your waist and his thumb begun rubbing encouraging circles over your hip bone. You hummed against his skin, pressing your chest against his. Exposed to the cool temperature, your nipples pebbled underneath your shirt, and from his exhale you knew he could feel them pressing against his bare chest.
With a slight tremor in your hand, you trailed your fingers down his chest. Through the soft hair smattered there, over the thick jagged scar on his stomach, to his belt buckle. Joel shivered lightly, gripping your waist a little tighter. You worked quickly to undo his belt, and then you dragged his zipper down. With a low sigh, you rested your hand over the front of his pants. He jolted slightly, hand sliding around your back to hold you tighter to his chest. With your face hidden in his neck, you couldnโ€™t see his reaction, but you took the firm pressure of his hand on your back as a clear sign to continue. You palmed him gently through his pants, listening to the little puffs of air that rushed out of his nose as he kept his breathing calm. A surge of confidence rushed through you, and you stepped away, letting your hand fall away from him. His arm dropped from your back to his side, and he watched with bated breath as you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him.
You gripped the waistband of his pants and started to drag them down his legs, helping him step out of them. Wearing nothing but a tight pair of briefs, it was impossible not to stare. You could see the shape of him through the dark fabric, your mouth salivated. More, you needed to see more. Without wasting a second, you tucked your fingers into the band of them and pulled them down slowly, giving him the chance to stop you if he wanted to. But he didnโ€™t. He watched you with hooded dark eyes, chest moving with deep controlled breaths, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth. With his underwear gone, Joelโ€™s cock finally came into your sight. He was only half hard, you realised with awe, and your stomach tingled as you realised what you were in for. Reaching out, your traced your fingers slowly over his hip bones, smiling as goosebumps broke out across his skin, before gently wrapping your fingers around him.
A shaky breath escaped from his nose.
โ€œIs this okay?โ€ you asked quietly, hand stroking softly along his length. He nodded jerkily. โ€œWhy donโ€™t you sit on the bed?โ€
Joel dropped heavily onto the edge of his bed, and you moved forward to rest on your knees in between his parted legs, placing your hand back over him. The air in the room had turned humid, and you could feel sweat forming on your back out of anticipation. The only light source came from the moon shining in his window, bathing the both of you in a pale light.
โ€œYouโ€™re so handsome,โ€ you sighed wistfully, gripping him tighter. โ€œIโ€™ve always known it, but seeing you like this is different. So handsome, Joel.โ€
He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, gripping your skin and massaging the knotted muscle at the top of your back. You groaned appreciatively, and without another momentโ€™s hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his thigh. No more fucking around. You needed him.
Your hand stroked him firmer, tighter, but your mouth was salivating, desperate to taste him. So you dragged wet kisses along his leg until you reached his abdomen, and then you brought your wet mouth to hover over his cock. You heard his breath hitch and smiled devilishly, staring greedily at his ruddy tip, marvelling as a drop of precum leaked out of him. Painfully slow, you pushed forward and pressed a kiss to it, tongue darting out to swipe along him and taste his salt. Joel hissed in surprise, gripping your shoulder tighter as his other hand moved to the back of your head. Not putting any pressure there, just holding you. Lathing your tongue over his head, you moaned lowly at the taste of him. Salty and warm and masculine. You could feel your underwear sticking uncomfortably against you from how wet you were. Closing your eyes, you cupped his balls gently and pressed wet kisses down his length, dragging your tongue over the pulsing vein that ran from base to tip, and basking in the short gasps that flew out of his mouth.
โ€œStop teasinโ€™,โ€ he grumbled, and you looked up with a smirk to see his dark eyes glaring down at you.
โ€œSorry,โ€ you lied, before taking his head into your warm mouth and sucking gently. Slowly, you pressed forward, taking more of him in. You felt him swell against your tongue, getting harder from the stimulation, and you hummed around him. He was so big. Maybe bigger than anyone youโ€™d been with, and you struggled to take it all. He was so thick and heavy in your mouth, it was all you could think about. Consuming every thought, every feeling; all you could focus on was the weight of him on your tongue. You worked on creating a rhythm, bobbing your head and taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, while your hand gripped him at the base, stroking him at the same time.
And finally, finally, he made a sound.
โ€œFuuuck,โ€ he groaned, drawing out the vowel as a heavy breath heโ€™d been holding escaped his lungs. His fingers dragged through your hair roughly, gripping the back of your head. You pushed yourself forward, taking more of him in until he was pressing into your throat, and you swallowed tightly around him. โ€œChrist, feels so fuckinโ€™ good.โ€
Seemingly against his will, Joelโ€™s hips bucked upward off the bed and you gagged around him, tears springing into your eyes. He moaned lowly, cursing under his breath at the feeling of your throat contracting around him. Unable to help yourself, you removed your hand from him and lowered it down your body, slipping your fingers underneath the band of your underwear and dipping into the wet heat between your own legs. Breathing harshly through your nose, you moaned around him as your finger brushed your aching clit. You pulled back and worked your tongue over his weeping slit, enjoying the way his grip on your hair tightened as you paid close attention to the most sensitive part of him.
โ€œYouโ€™re drivinโ€™ me insane,โ€ he ground out, and you glanced up to see him watching you reverently, eyes wide and glossy, cheeks flushed. โ€œSo fuckinโ€™ hot. God, you have the prettiest mouth, how did I never notice that? Never fuckinโ€™ thought about how good my cock would look between your lips until it was happening. Iโ€™m a fuckinโ€™ idiot.โ€
Your cunt pulsed against your fingers and you whimpered, taking him back in your mouth as far as you could. God, the way he spoke made you fucking ache for him. after so many years of knowing him, hearing his voice every day, youโ€™d never have imagined him saying things like that to you. But the weight of him in your mouth was delicious, and his words only spurred you to push forward, forward, forward, revelling in the way he groaned as your nose brushed the dark curls at his base. Tears leaked out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks from the effort, but you didnโ€™t stop. You slid a finger inside yourself and gagged around him again, eyes rolling back in your head at the intoxicating sensation of having something inside both your mouth and your pussy.
โ€œTakinโ€™ me so well,โ€ his thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away the tears. โ€œGod, Iโ€™m in your fuckinโ€™ throat, baby.โ€ The pet name made your stomach tighten, and you moaned as more slick formed around your fingers. ย 
โ€œShit,โ€ he choked out suddenly, losing all composure. โ€œAre you fucki-โ€œ
You moaned, eyebrows furrowing as you fucked your hand and bobbed your mouth up and down quicker over his length.
โ€œStop,โ€ he ordered, saying your name firmly. โ€œI- Stop, Iโ€™m gonna come.โ€ You ignored him, making a high-pitched sound around him as you felt the hot coil in your stomach begin to tighten. His hand gripped your hair tighter, and he pulled you off him.
You blinked lazily up at him, eyebrows furrowed dejectedly, lips parted. A string of saliva hung in the air between your bottom lip and his tip. You dragged your fingers out of your underwear, chest heaving with heavy breaths.
โ€œJesus, donโ€™t fuckinโ€™ look at me like that,โ€ he groaned and broke eye contact, gripping your shoulder to pull you up off the floor. โ€œGet up.โ€
Pushing gently on your shoulders, he nudged you forward onto the bed, and you crawled up before collapsing with your heads against the pillows. His bed was softer than youโ€™d anticipated, and everything smelt like him. The pillows, the duvet. God, even if this was a one-time thing, youโ€™d never forget that smell. He followed you, settling with his legs in between yours, and placed his palms on your stomach, pushing the thin material of your shirt up and over your breasts until it was bunched around your collarbones. Your heart pounded heavily in your chest, and you were aching for him, begging him with your eyes to just please, do something, anything.
And Joel was on you before you could speak, his fingers tracing and over your nipples, squeezing the weight of your breast in his palm before latching his lips onto you. He sucked your painfully tight nipple into his mouth, tongue lazily swiping across it, driving you insane. You sighed heavily, running a hand over the skin of his back and holding him to you. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin ever so lightly and your back arched off the bed. Moving over, he shifted his ministrations to your other breast, his eyes closed as he wet your skin with his slick mouth. And then one of his hands was drifting down your stomach, tickling over your skin, under it met your underwear, and he was cupping you through the fabric. Your hips stuttered upward, and he groaned into your chest, trailing his fingers over the soaked material.
โ€œSo fuckinโ€™ wet already,โ€ he muttered into your skin, and you nodded franticly against the pillows. โ€œDid you get this turned on just from havinโ€™ my cock in your mouth? Had to touch yourself?โ€ Surprise zapped through you once more, ecstatic to learn just how much he loved to talk during sex. It was one of your favourite things, and it had always killed you to have sex with someone who was just silent the whole time.
โ€œYes,โ€ you breathed. โ€œWanted you to finish in my mouth.โ€
He bit down onto your chest in response and you cried out quietly, eyes rolling back as he sucked a mark onto your skin with his fingers continued tracing feather light over your covered core.
โ€œMaybe later,โ€ his voice was strained. โ€œNeed to see you come first.โ€
He pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side, and then he was touching you with no barrier, and you trembled beneath him. Youโ€™d forgotten how good it felt to have someone elseโ€™s hands on you.
Joel groaned as he dipped his middle finger between your warm folds, gliding it up and down along your core, getting it covered in your slick. He swirled the tip of his finger around your entrance and you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his hand. But he didnโ€™t go inside you. His finger moved back up, all the way up, and swiped gently over your clit and you let out a pathetic moan. Such a small, miniscule touch had your stomach tensing painfully, ridiculously close to orgasm after so much time.
Bringing his face up to rest beside yours, he sucked your earlobe into his mouth gently, before murmuring in your ear, โ€œI want to taste you.โ€
You didnโ€™t say anything, too stunned by the feeling of his fingers against you, until he probed you for a response, purring your name into your ear.
โ€œNeed to hear you say it,โ€ he encouraged. โ€œTell me what you want.โ€
โ€œPlease,โ€ you begged, eyes shut tightly as he rubbed soft circles around your bundle of nerves. โ€œI want you to taste me.โ€ A grunt of frustration left your mouth as his hand disappeared and you opened your eyes to glare at him, but your mouth fell open, awestruck, when you saw him raise his soaked digits to his lips.
โ€œLike this?โ€ he goaded, sucking your slick off himself and groaning.
โ€œPlease,โ€ you repeated, mouth dry as you watched him hum around his middle finger. โ€œNeed your mouth on me, your tongue, I-โ€œ
โ€œOkay,โ€ he soothed, moving down the bed in an instant. โ€œThatโ€™s all I wanted to hear.โ€
He spread your legs apart, fingers splayed as he held your thighs against the bed, displaying your weeping centre for him to see. A deep sound echoed though the room, and it took you a moment to realise it had been Joel. His dark eyes stared at the spot between your legs, and he dragged his fingers through the coarse hair that covered you.
His movements were torturously slow as he leaned down, pressing sloppy kisses on your hips, along the inside of your thighs, until finally his hot breaths were fanning across your core. You clenched around nothing, whimpering at how empty you felt but knowing it would have to wait.
It was like stepping into a warm bath. The second his tongue was on you, fire raced through your veins, warming your body from head to toe. A sound of relief slipped from your lips, and your eyes rolled back as he licked a broad stripe up the entire length of you. A raspy groan vibrated against you as he pressed a messy kiss against your pussy. You looked down and gasped at the sight of his eyes already on you, watching you and your reactions to him.
โ€œTaste so fuckinโ€™ good,โ€ he drawled against you and you twitched at the sensation of his lips brushing against your clit. His thumbs pressed against your folds, holding you open for him to see everything, and he lathed his warm tongue against your clit, circling it until you were moaning and tensing your thighs against his hold, muscles screaming at you to press against his head and hold him to you.
You whispered his name over and over as if it were a prayer. As if youโ€™d forgotten all other words in the English language and his name was your only salvation. His tongue dipped inside your entrance, prodding firmly until you whimpered and begged him to please, please, let you come.
He ate you out like a man possessed. Like you were his last meal and he intended to savour every god damn second of the experience. He was ravenous, lips and tongue working together to make every muscle in your body tighten until you were gasping. At some point your hand had drifted behind his head and you found yourself tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling it tightly as his mouth moved against you.
โ€œJoel,โ€ you groaned. He hummed against you, movements never ceasing. โ€œOh fuck, Joel, Iโ€™m gonna come.โ€
His eager moan into your cunt was all it took for you to be catapulted over the precipice and drop into your orgasm. Your body was on fire, vibrating against him as you trembled through it, moans and cries leaving your mouth as your way of thanking him. His hands held your thighs in a vice grip, and there would no doubt be marks there tomorrow to remind you were his fingertips had dug into your skin. As your body relaxed into the mattress again, he pressed a final kiss to your clit before pulling back and dragging his face across your thigh, wiping the remnants of your slick off his facial hair.
โ€œFuck,โ€ he rasped, grinning up at you with glistening lips.
โ€œSo good,โ€ you agreed, nodding as you tried to catch your breath. ย 
โ€œAlmost came all over the sheets,โ€ he admitted and you laughed, beckoning him towards you. He stumbled a bit, one of his knees buckling below him on the bed, leading him to land awkwardly on top of you. ย 
โ€œShit,โ€ he groused. โ€œSorry, bad fuckinโ€™ knee. Youโ€™ve got me all bent out of shape.โ€
You chuckled lowly, pulling him up to lay beside you on the bed. โ€œLetโ€™s not put anymore pressure of them then, okay?โ€ He watched you carefully, curiously, as you turned on your side and then moved backwards, pressing yourself flush against his chest.
His cock pulsed against your ass, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, hand splayed on your stomach to hold you against him as he rutted forward. The feeling of his wet tip dragging along your skin reignited the fire in you and you whimpered, lifting your leg only to push it back and drape it over his waist as much as you could.
โ€œYou want it like this?โ€ he asked urgently, hot breaths fanning across your sweaty neck. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it gently.
You nodded, and waited as he pushed his body a little lower on the bed. His hand disappeared from your chest, and you allowed yourself to pout a little, only because you knew he couldnโ€™t see your face. And then his left arm slithered underneath your shoulder and wrapped loosely your neck, gripping your opposite arm to pin you against him. His free hand gripped his cock and pushed it forward until he was sliding his head between your folds.
Both of you sighed at the sensation and you gripped his arm in anticipation. You could feel his torso moving against your back as he breathed, the soft hair on his chest tickling your skin.
โ€œYou ready?โ€ he asked and you grunted, pushing back against him again.
โ€œJoel,โ€ you said in a dangerously low tone. โ€œIf youโ€™ve ever cared about me, you will stop teasing and fuck me right now.โ€ ย 
He laughed darkly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. โ€œYes, maโ€™am.โ€
He notched his tip at your entrance and you gasped as he pressed forward, pressing himself inside of you. It took what felt like minutes for him to bottom out, and when you felt his hips pressing against your ass, you tried to relax. The burn was intense, and you cursed yourself for not anticipating a little bit of pain after such a long dry spell. Joel held still, fingers stroking carefully over the skin of your shoulder, understanding that you needed a second.
โ€œFuck,โ€ you choked out. โ€œJoel, youโ€™re huge.โ€ ย 
He let out a gravelly sound into the back of your neck, body shuddering against yours. โ€œYouโ€™re takinโ€™ it so well though,โ€ he gritted out. โ€œSo tight around me, grippinโ€™ me so good.โ€ ย ย 
He pulled back a touch before pressing back into you, and you moaned deeply. That was all the confirmation he needed to continue, pulling almost fully out of you before moving into you harder, stronger, and beginning a steady pace. Your body jolted forward with every one of his movements, but his arm around your neck held you firmly, never allowing you to go too far.
Curses drifted from your mouth, and you hid your face in his arm, biting down on the muscle of his bicep to stifle your sounds. You clenched around him suddenly and his hips stuttered forward, slamming into you in a way that made your stomach tense deliciously. He was so fucking deep, the angle allowing him to glide against your g-spot with every thrust.
โ€œFuckinโ€™,โ€ he moaned. โ€œYouโ€™re so good, beinโ€™ so fuckinโ€™ good for me, arenโ€™t you darlinโ€™?โ€
You writhed in his arms, accepting the brutal pace heโ€™d set. His skin connected with yours over and over, a satisfying smack, smack, smack sound filling the air.
โ€œJ-Joel,โ€ you sobbed. โ€œOh my fucking god, I-โ€œ He cut you off, gripping your chin and swiftly tugging your face upward so he could see you, and then his mouth was crashing down on yours. He groaned into your mouth, tongue pressing against your lips to part them and then tangling against yours. His lips were soft and wet and you didnโ€™t even care about the odd angle your neck was twisted at as you moaned into it. His thrusts didnโ€™t let up for a second, even as you murmured desperate sounds against each otherโ€™s lips. ย 
โ€œCโ€™mon,โ€ he grunted into your mouth. โ€œGive me another one.โ€ His hand dropped to grip your neck, the sensation only heightening the feeling of him inside you. Liquid heat was spreading in your abdomen, curling through your veins, turning your entire body into jelly. His free hand drifted down your stomach and then his middle finger was dragging across your clit, and a harsh cry spilled from your mouth.
โ€œShit,โ€ you gasped, face contorting as you felt yourself near your end. He was fucking everywhere, holding you against him by your neck, pounding into you while his fingers circled your clit roughly, and the coil in your stomach just snapped. You yelled his name, body tensing up as he pushed into you, wet squelching sounds filling the air as he fucked you through your orgasm.
โ€œSay my name,โ€ his voice urged in your ear, and you happily obliged, chanting his name like a mantra as he worked your body through it. Within a minute he was groaning frantically, and then he pulled out, and you could feel his come coating your back as he finished. You glanced over your shoulder to see him. His mouth was ajar, soft curses falling from his lips as he gripped his cock, angling it towards you as he painted your skin with his spend.
โ€œSorry,โ€ he rushed out breathlessly, wide eyes meeting yours. His shoulders shook with the intensity of his orgasm, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and you smiled at the sight. But he looked concerned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you warily.
โ€œFor what?โ€ you frowned softly, rolling forward onto your stomach to free his arm that was trapped underneath you. โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€
โ€œCame on you,โ€ he clarified. โ€œShouldโ€™ve asked first.โ€
A grin split across your face and his eyes lit up when he saw it, face relaxing again. โ€œEver the gentleman,โ€ you chuckled. โ€œItโ€™s fine Joel, it was hot.โ€
His body relaxed and he dropped down to rest on his back, looking at you with a soft, curious expression. โ€œIt was,โ€ he agreed quietly.
For a moment the pair of you just laid there, gazing at each other in a moment of wonder, before you suddenly became aware of how much colder the room was now that it was over. You shivered slightly, lifting to sit on your knees. Joelโ€™s eyes trailed over your exposed body, gazing at your breasts, and your stomach, before resting on your face again.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna shower, and then hit the road,โ€ you told him, cringing at the prominent ache between your thighs as you stepped off the bed. You picked your clothes up off the chair in the corner and turned back to look at him. โ€œIโ€™ll see you tomorrow night right, dinner at Maria and Tommyโ€™s?โ€
He was watching you in a daze, eyelids heavy with drowsiness, but he nodded slowly. โ€œYeah,โ€ he drawled. โ€œDinner at Maria and Tommyโ€™s.โ€ His eyes suddenly widened and he rolled over, reaching underneath his pillow before revealing a piece of small dark fabric. Your underwear. He held them out in your direction.
โ€œKeep them big guy,โ€ you winked, and he laughed deeply, dropping them back onto the bed.
You padded towards the door, ready to pop into the bathroom and then head home, before a thought struck you. Resting your shoulder against the doorway you looked at him again, smiling at the sight of him lying naked and fucked out on the bed, eyes closed as he breathed deeply. He looked about as relieved as you felt.
โ€œHey Joel,โ€ you said quietly, and his eyes flashed open, raising an eyebrow at you. โ€œBetween us, right? Probably best if we donโ€™t tell anyone else this happened.โ€
He nodded once, smiling lazily. โ€œBetween us.โ€
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crescenthistory ยท 18 days ago
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e.9 w/ regulus pls, i'm on my knees ๐Ÿ˜ญ
this is technically a steamy prompt, but gosh this grew real sugary sweet really fast lmao. hope you enjoy the drabble, love<3
Prompt: E.9 "Use your words, sweetheart"
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: implied smut (mdni), not proofread, loads of cursing, talks of sex, background dorlene and rosekiller, established relationship, slight implied d/s dynamic where reader is d, regulus is a Quidditch Playerโ„ข but also easy to fluster, marlene is not a quidditch player in this (blasphemy, i know), gn!reader
Note: i could make a part 2 with actual smut, but this is what came to me rn
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Perhaps your favourite part of your boyfriend is how multifaceted he is.
Because when you first met him, in all his moody brooding, repressed emotions, dry sarcasm and school-orientation, you never could have imagined how fervent Regulus Black could get about quidditch. The same Regulus who rolled his eyes painfully hard at his brother and friends's jock habits, as he referred to them as, the same Regulus who polished his Head Boy pin multiple times a day. Somehow, it was the same Regulus you saw run into a slam-hug with Barty on the field once they landed, with wild eyes and tousled hair after catching the snitch that just barely secured Slytherinโ€™s victory against Gryffindor.
โ€œBloody fucking yes!โ€ You could hear the boysโ€™ exclamations clutter against each other in the air as they hollered their celebrations.ย 
A wide grin was glued onto your lips as you cheered and clapped with the crowds surrounding you in the stands. Marleneโ€™s voice was bursting your eardrums as she cheered specifically only for Dorcas while grumbling over Gryffindorโ€™s defeat โ€“ a complicated day for the blonde.
On the field, Regulus turned from his friends to scour through the stands before his eyes found yours and somehow he smiled wider. Your heart soared every time you saw his carefully crafted mask slip to reveal true enjoyment. His smile grew cheeky as he blew you a kiss with a flourish you knew he would never let fly so publicly had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
โ€œBreaking from Slytherinโ€™s passionate celebrations, Regulus Black is taking the opportunity to show his wonderful partner some love.โ€ Pandoraโ€™s soft voice booms through the amplification spell as she wraps up her commentary for the game. You grow bashful in your cheering, especially when Marlene elbows you with her wolfish grin, but you donโ€™t cease your clapping โ€“ and you donโ€™t break eye contact with Regulus as he walks backwards towards the locker rooms, only tearing away when he has to.
The team are some of the last people to enter the Slytherin common room for the rager that always follows matches with Gryffindor. This time, it was put together by a few fifth years who seemed to consider them their personal heroes โ€“ you had overseen some of the decorations just to ensure there were no pictures of Evan with hearts drawn around them, lest Barty get murderous in his partying.ย 
They were a sight as they walked in with their wet hair from showering and still that crackling atmosphere of sheer joy and perhaps a twinge of earned arrogance.
Dorcas is the one who announces their entrance. โ€œWe won, bitches!โ€
The room erupts into cheers as Marlene runs to lift her girl up, twirling her around as they giggle through kisses. You would have smiled at them in admiration for longer, had your own attention not been reserved for a certain set of black curls.
Regulus is at the very back of the group, just behind Evan who had Barty all but draped over his shoulders, a small smile seemingly etched onto his lips. You were torn between petrifying his face so it could never move from that beautiful expression, and hiding it from the world with an array of kisses. You had a feeling he was partial towards the latter.ย 
โ€œNice of you to finally show up at your own party, love,โ€ you say cheekily, as he greets you with a murmured amour before pulling you into his arms for a tight hug.
He smells like his soap and cologne, having cleaned himself up as attentively as he always did. Maybe someday you could convince him toย sit in the sweat for a bit, reeling in the victory.
โ€œThe hero who caught the snitch.โ€ Your voice is low and teasing, only really intended for Regulus as your arms around his neck.
Barty is never one to miss something though, head picking up from his huddle with a maniacal grin. โ€œHells yeah,โ€ he yells, cutting through the lively chatter of the room. โ€œReggie, our hero!โ€
Everyone erupts into cheers, hoots and whistles โ€“ definitely not for the last time of the evening โ€“ as Regulus bashfully hides his face in your neck, still not broken away from your embrace. You giggle into his ear, clearly pleased with the teasing attention he receives, to which he pinches your side. When you yelp and swat at him, he comes out of his hiding with a smile that he finally presses to yours.
His kiss receives some more hollers, but they are nothing but murmurs to you as his soft lips mould to your own. You deepen the kiss, trying to get impossibly closer as your blood warms. Youโ€™re sure he can feel it emanate through your clothes pressed to his or your palms in his hair.
โ€œHi,โ€ he whispers when you pull back, foreheads pressed against each other.
โ€œHi there, seeker. Ready to go celebrate your acts of valour?โ€
His eyes remain trained on your lips as you speak, which only makes your smile more teasing. He doesnโ€™t answer you right away, holding you close by the small of your back as the party picks up around you.ย 
โ€œOr did you have something else in mind, player?โ€ You cock an eyebrow at him.
He realises you have read him like the books you bond over, and gives you a few rapid pecks to make up for it. โ€œYou know me too well,โ€ he laughs.
โ€œI think I know you the perfect amount.โ€
โ€œThen you know the only one I want to celebrate with right now is you.โ€ Regulusโ€™s eyes are a beautiful mix of dark and soft as he stare at you, adrenaline seemingly ebbing out of him as he just melts into you and his prescribed lovesickness.
โ€œSilly boy,โ€ you whisper against his lips before giving him a slow, open-mouthed kiss where you tug his bottom lips between your own. โ€œYou already have me.โ€
โ€œYou know what I mean,โ€ he all but whines back between kisses as you move to his upper lip.ย 
โ€œHm, maybe.โ€ He recognises the glint in your eyes as you pull back to look at him. โ€œUse your words, sweetheart.โ€
Almost all softness seep from his face as it takes on a hungry quality thatย his reserved for only when you use that tone.
โ€œMinx,โ€ is all he whispers before his hands slide to find yours, squeezing them as he begins to pull you through the crowd.
โ€œOi, Black!โ€ Dorcas yells as she sees your figures sneak your way between people with apparent haste. โ€œThe fuck you think youโ€™re goinโ€™?โ€ Just from her voice you know Dorcas has had a drink, as her accent has thickened.ย 
Before either of you can respond, Evan drags her down by the elbow to the sofa heโ€™s sprawled across as he drawls, โ€œTheyโ€™re going to celebrate dearest Dorc.โ€
A spat ensues between the two at the use of her least favourite nickname. Regulus has the decency to grow slightly pinkish at that, but his hold on you remains close and you can all but feel his jitters through his touch.
Barty looks at you two upside down from where he lays balancing on top of the sofa. โ€œYou nasty fucking pigs,โ€ he grins. โ€œEnjoy yourselves heartily, but get your butts down here to have fun with us too when the adrenaline wears off.โ€
You snort as Regulus only grows more red. You give Barty a wink as you begin leading the way, dragging your boy dumbly behind you. โ€œWe will, Junior, donโ€™t you worry.โ€
โ€œBye, Treasure!โ€ Barty calls behind you as you run up the stairs towards the boys dormitory. Regulusโ€™s hand is hot in yours and your stomach tingles in anticipation โ€“ but more importantly, your heart aches with pride and love for your hero seeker.
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cheeseceli ยท 25 days ago
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Dates with Ateez
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Pairing: Ot8!Ateez ร— Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reactions
Request: ateez and how/where they'd take you on a date
Warnings: mentions of food at Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi's, Yeosang is an idol, some skinship at Mingi and Yunho's
A/n: idk why but for some reason I read the request as "first dates" instead of just "dates", so there are some mentions of first dates here and there lmao | daily click
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Seonghwa - farmer's market
โ€Œhear me out!!
โ€Œthis one would be very spontaneous
โ€Œfirst of all he just wanted to cook something for you
โ€Œbut there are missing ingredients
โ€Œand yes, he could go to the supermarket but that's boring
โ€Œso!!
โ€Œhe calls you and you both go to your local farmer's market
โ€Œone thing that you thought was gonna be quick and mundane just became a whole activity
โ€Œmostly because of the cozy ambient and nice sellers, but especially because there was something so familiar and nice to have you by his side like that
โ€Œit was so domestic
โ€Œmade him feel like a happily married man
โ€Œso he makes a mental note to have more dates with you like this
โ€Œand he also takes you home to make the most delicious dish ever known to mankind
โ€Œ(buys you fresh flowers from there)
Hongjoong - a walk around the city
โ€Œi think this one would be totally unplanned
โ€Œaccidental even
โ€Œlike, you guys were supposed to only have lunch and go back to your jobs
โ€Œbut no one actually wants to do that right
โ€Œso what starts with just a brunch turns into visiting every single store in the city very soon
โ€Œand it's always so nice every single time
โ€Œyou guys constantly discover new spots on town because of this random walks you go to
โ€Œand Hongjoong secretly loves it because even when he's alone, every single spot becomes a memory of you
โ€Œsoon enough the entire city is just something that is connected to you in every single way
โ€Œand he obviously wouldn't complain about that
โ€Œso it becomes a routine for him to just pick you up and adventure yourselves into new parts of the neighbourhood
Yunho - amusement park
โ€Œyou can't convince me that this isn't the most "yunho" thing ever
โ€Œhe would 100% take you on an amusement park
โ€Œit provides you both a lot of time together and it's fun
โ€Œand he's your laugh's biggest fan ever, so of course he needs you to smile
โ€Œcall it cliche but he would want to do the Ferris wheel kiss
โ€Œnot on your first date tho because he thought it'd be too much
โ€Œbut when you guys are already dating, he'd definitely do that
โ€Œit almost becomes a tradition
โ€Œat some point it's even funny because you'd look at a Ferris wheel and give each other knowing looks
โ€Œand you know when there are those roller coasters and you can take a picture during the rides?
โ€Œhe always keeps those
โ€Œnot matter how blurry, how ugly or how weird it came out
โ€Œhe has a whole album with pictures like that
Yeosang - picnic
โ€Œi feel like this would be more of a first date idea with him
โ€Œthat occasionally comes along every once in a while
โ€Œbut it's mostly about the first encounter
โ€Œa low-key secluded part in the park, preferably close to a river
โ€Œjust something very calm and peaceful
โ€Œwhere you could talk about everything and anything at once
โ€Œmaybe even play a game only the two of you
โ€Œidk it feels so ideal
โ€Œit's the peace he's been longing for and, considering his busy and hectic life as an idol, that's precisely what he needed
โ€Œoverall I think he would love dates that could provide him a bit of comfort
San - arcade
โ€Œthis would be so fun hear me out
โ€Œit doesn't matter if it's your first or 639274th date, he will try to impress you
โ€Œand he would probably succeed because he seems like the type of guy who can do everything
โ€Œwould win you plushies
โ€Œor any other type of prize you can possibly win at arcades
โ€Œand even though he's trying to impress you, there's still this playful competition between the two of you
โ€Œeven after years of dating it still feels like you both are just teenagers in love honestly
โ€Œeven a complete stranger would smile by seeing you both interacting in the arcade
โ€Œafter so many times going there, you guys must win some type of discount honestly
Mingi - movie night
โ€Œhere we're talking about a whole marathon of movies
โ€Œwith snacks and blankets for the two of you
โ€Œin the dorms (he would kick the boys out of there)
โ€Œand he would plan everything
โ€Œhe's actually quite proud of himself because he really thought of every single detail
โ€Œand the atmosphere is just so cozy
โ€Œbesides the movies are your favourites with his favourites and some that you both planned on watching together
โ€Œhe realised that one could figure out a lot about somebody by just watching their favourite movies
โ€Œanyways
โ€Œthe mood is super cool, you guys laughed a lot with your few comments in between scenes and you even cried together at some point
โ€Œand if you do end up sleeping on each other's shoulders, it's not like he'd complain about that
Wooyoung - escape room
โ€Œthis right here is the perfect formula for chaos
โ€Œjust the two of you running, screaming and laughing uncontrollably
โ€ŒI can't think of something better than this
โ€Œand considering you are in a relationship with Wooyoung, chaos is much needed
โ€Œbesides you never know how it works with him
โ€Œsometimes he's working with you and then he's working against you
โ€Œwhatever the case is, you can bet it's gonna be fun
โ€Œand you are always 1000% sure this will be a day you'll remember fondly after a while
โ€Œeven if all he remembers is how you fell when trying to escape from one of the actors
Jongho - karaoke
โ€Œi'm almost sure I already wrote something like this
โ€Œand I'm so right for that ngl
โ€Œfirst, this is a fun date and not too cliche, but also not that odd
โ€Œsecondly, between songs you guys would be able to talk to each other and still have a nice activity to do afterwards
โ€Œand lastly, he could showcase his vocals and hopefully woo you over with his abilities
โ€Œso literally every single bit of it would be perfect
โ€Œmaybe just maybe, if he's feeling a bit too bold by the end of the session, he would serenade directly to you
โ€Œwith your favourite song perhaps
โ€Œor maybe that would need to wait until your next date
โ€Œbecause he is certainly hoping this will only be the first of many
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Masterlist | you'll probably like: when they have a crush
Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!
Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans
Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3
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thatdeadaquarius ยท 2 years ago
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sagau with the language barrier issue except... the creator is sick and tired of trying to ask for things so they do everything themself.
and it gives their followers mass anxiety bc they can't even ask what you're doing... bc they know they won't understand anything...
SUCH A GENIUS NARVI 10/10 GOOD WORK SORRY IM SUPER LATE BUT THIS IS *chefs kiss*
Like, that's literally how I feel like I first played Genshin LMAO
Also this has a cont. Part 2 at the bottom bc tumblr fucking hates me UPDATE I FIXED IT THANK FUCK
Paimon was like "and then we go to Mondstadt- ! NO, not Wolvendom, to Mondstadt! NOT THE THOUSAND WIND TEMPLE WITH ENEMIES OUT OF UR LEAGUE, ENTER MONDSTADT FOR THE FIRST TIME BEFORE U EXPLORE THE REST OF THE MAP!! >:("
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SO MANY IDEAS YET SO LITTLE WRITING SKILL GUYS HELP-
Also warning this is ROUGH in terms of spelling and editing and im so sorry abt that! I have my art show today so you're welcome to come back if you want to see it a little more readable tomorrow lmao
Edit Update 4/6/23:
Revised and fixed all the bad spelling and grammar (hopefully) so make sure to give another read if you havent read the cleaned up version lol
I dont have a beta reader so its just me trying my best ok-
Everything was like kinda chaos tbh at first
WOW- MY FIRST 1,000+ NOTES POST??!?! U GUYS, WHAT ARE R YOU DOIN??!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IM GLAD U GUYS ENJOYED IT SM!! Also look out for more encoded stuff in the future since i mentioned wanting to continue stuff like this + ARG stuff :) <3
Edit 9/7/23: 2,000+ NOTES?? THANK YOU???
Like u wake up under the Irminsul, and u think ur hallucinating a goddamn gacha game for like a solid 5 minutes, or ur lucid dreaming,ย 
but once u actually took what felt like hours to process that u might actually be in fucking Genshin Impact-
Nahida came running from, somewhere?? Its kinda just very floaty dreamy in here so, unclear, sheโ€™s beaming with a giddy little smile (๐Ÿ’˜)
Itโ€™sโ€ฆ so much more than what her game model could manage.
I mean, you knew that, of course you did, but- to see the tiny goddess smiling in person, her cute chubby arms waving in the air, her cheeks all plump with baby fat from her excited smile, pretty green eyes that sparkle only in the way excited toddlers do-
It was justโ€ฆwow. ๐Ÿฅบ
You canโ€™t help it, her sheer carefree excitement, exactly like a child but you know that she must be really overwhelmed with joy if shes letting herself act like that so blatantly, you feel ur muscles tug gently into a smile, you try to muffle it but ur happiness leaks out anyway
She's panting as she stumbles on short chubby legs to reach you.
After just staring at you with those big green clover eyes for a few seconds, she physically shakes her head to knock herself out of it,
Nahida places her hand over her heart, and bows elegantly, going back to looking at you with a small but bright smile, her voice is kind of quiet, muffled in a soft way, much like her game depiction,
โ€œHzozn! R'ev yvvm dzrgrmt gl nvvg blf! R wrwm'g gsrmp blf dlfow wvhxvmw fmgro R dzh zg ovzhg z uvd gslfhzmw bvzih low!โ€ *
โ€ฆNahida begins to look a little concernedโ€ฆ her eyes get impossibly bigger.
โ€ฆOh no.
โ™ง
Nahida had apparently quickly spread the news that you canโ€™t understand them, but luckily it seems like all the characters still know you!
Alhaitham is pretty much a constant by your side, you knew he was vaguely studying linguistics in the akademiyaโ€ฆ but that knowledge still didnโ€™t prepare you to be intensely stared at with his diamond pupils for hours. ๐Ÿ’€
Then heโ€™d tap your shoulder or something, and you quickly picked up that he wanted you to just try and say something.
Then he would scribble for hours.
Turns out they can understand you about as much as you understand Teyvat language (s? You canโ€™t even tell if there are multiple languages, thatโ€™s how unrecognizable this language is, damn)
The more extroverted or friendly people, like Venti, Yoimiya, Kazuha, Jean, Noelle, Amber, Xingqiu, Hu Tao, Zhongli, Ganyu, Barbara, Beidou, Collei, Ayaka, Gorou, Nilou
At least attempt to talk to you, and try very hard to watch what you gesture with your hands or body language
They're pretty much ready to play charades at all times for you lol
Interestingly enough, they only ever understood you when you typed in the chat (with other ppl)
But even then not immediately,ย 
Sumeru scholars basically had to make a whole new department (regardless of how much you play with others) to decipher your ancient language (to them) like those old clay tablets with cuneiform weโ€™re still translating?
Like that, your words appear in elemental magic heavy places (so like that abyss lang. Itโ€™ll appear on walls or structures, so like Andriusโ€™ stone colosseum? in Wolvendom gained some of your chat replies inscribed and glowing a rainbow of colors on the top edges of the walls)
Much like the abyss language you see throughout genshin, most Teyvat scholars (across nations/internationally) agreed your language is the oldest form of language known!
Itโ€™s like modern languages having roots in older ones, like English with Latin, greek, or German roots, or Sanskrit and the Prakrit for Hindi language today
โ€ฆso of course no one really speaks the root languages anymore, because theyโ€™re so old, so those ancestors who spoke those languages would have little to no understanding of their modern counterpartsโ€ฆ
โ—‡
Occasionally if you turned your mic on for whatever reason there would be a gentle whisper on the winds in Mondstadt of your voice,
or your laugh in the waves washing ashore in Inazuma and Fontaine,
your startled noises or screams from battling bosses mixed with the landslides in the mountains of Liyue
So they know what you sound like, but that doesnโ€™t mean they understood your language :/
Nahida had been hoping that youโ€™re actual physical form being here would help improve the language barrier
But unfortunately, those things remained the same, but at least you were physically here to talk to now and give more content for the scholars to study rather than them having to make do with your snippets of language from chats
โ€ฆso needless to say, it took you a long time to realize they viewed you as a god of sorts.
You kind of knew something was up when at least two allogenes were by your sides at all times, or eremites would replace them if they really couldnโ€™t stick around
You figured they knew you werenโ€™t nearly as combatant-ready as they were at all times, hell you obviously didnโ€™t have a vision hanging off you somewhere, and you only really had a knife strapped to a belt, courtesy of the Thirty Corps
You are still kind of convinced that the people of Teyvat, or Sumeru at least, are just pretty polite (and in the allogenes case, very kind or friendly, even people like Alhaitham or Cyno, resting bitch faces they have, seem to soften a little when theyโ€™re walking around with youโ€ฆ maybe youโ€™re just imagining itโ€ฆ)
And as much as you would love to wait until they understand you to do something more fun, as you can see the frustration on Tighnariโ€™s face (and his ears try to flatten back hehe) as he looked like he was debating heatedly with some of the Sumeru sages who insist you stay in the city
โ€ฆso why not go?
Itโ€™s not like theyโ€™re going to get it anytime soon, and itโ€™s still too frustrating for yourself to charade things or draw things for them because you canโ€™t even hear their guesses ๐Ÿ’€
You can totally handle being like the traveler too,ย 
You still have access to your inventory afterall! Plus, lucky for you, you still find a pass for the Serenitea Pot in your little pocket dimension!
So now you have somewhere to sleep at night, and while most of your stuff went to the travelerโ€™s pack, the things like Primogems
(which.. Okay now you really want primogems bc theyre so pretty and shiny irl)โœจ๏ธ
And other high-level things, or just objects of no use for the traveler (so basically all your hoarded level up stuff and infinite amount of weapons lol) came along with you
So you did have to wander the first week or so around the city and even commission the Adventurerโ€™s Guild to grab you food supplies to cook with
Filling up, along with a few big waterskins, youโ€™re off!
...and everyone collectively has a heart attack!
โ—‡
When you show up in Ghandaraville essentially all โ€œโœจ๏ธ๐Ÿ’–โ˜บ๏ธโœจ๏ธโ€ on Tighnariโ€™s doorstep-
He chokes on the tea heโ€™d been sipping on before he opened the door lol
He looks a little frazzled so you try to just gesture with โ€œcalm yourself small animalโ€ energy with your hands
โ€œTivzgvhg Oliw! R'n- R- sld wrw blf-?! Mvevinrmw, xlnv rm, xlnv rm, ivhg! ...R mvvw gl hvmw z nroorlm ovggvih mld gl ylgs gsv vmgriv xrgb lu Hfnvif, gsv Zxgrmt Tizmw Hztv, zmw gsv Nzgiz nlhg orpvobโ€ฆโ€ he began out looking at you and talking and gesturing to his small dining table (the game sucks, his house looks great and has lots of cool rooms filled with interesting plantsโ€ฆ ooooโ€ฆso pretty...)ย 
But then he kinda just devolved into rambling, no need to understand, you can read the vibes and just know that's what he's doing lol
Collei eventually ducks in, and she looks a little panicked?
Sheโ€™s quickly followed by Cyno, pushing past her to call out into the house,
His voice seems hard and stressed, looking at Tighnari, โ€œGrtsmzir, szev blf hvvm gsv Tivzgvhg Oliw zmbdsviv, gsvb dviv hvvm xlnrmt gl Tszmwziezeroov ozhg-โ€ย 
Cyno stops and blinks.
Colleiโ€™s mouth is slightly dropped open, she also just, blinks.
You blink.ย 
Tighnari blinks tiredly, he looks like heโ€™d rather be done for the day, you think.
The doctor sighs, and moves his head to nod towards the other dining seats.
โ—‡
Sumeru foods are so much better looking in real life, and theyโ€™re so good too, your practically bloated by the end of dinner,ย 
As a thank you, bc u cant say it obv, you just gesture for Tighnari to stay sitting, and he gives you a raised eyebrow and a suspicious ear twitch
But stays still, and you reach out to finally hit the eight-pointed star hovering over his, and all playable characters chests at all times.
Like you suspected, it brings up a holographic character menu, but rather than his full model, it kind of hovers in front of Tighnariโ€™s face, replacing his old 3D model self with framing the real thing for a portrait just in front of his face
The poor Denro user nearly jumps a foot out of his chair as he looks in shock at your screen, you do the same โ€œchillll boyโ€ gesture with your hands and press his shoulders for a second to remind him to not run off or panic
Cyno and Collei had done the dishes and put up leftovers, and are now standing behind Tighnari, watching with equally wide eyes,
โ€œ...Dszg ziv gsvb wlrmt gl blf?
Cynoโ€™s voice is even deeper and quieter than usual, you feel goosebumps run up your spine
โ€œZiv blf tvggrmt yovhhvw, Nzhgvi Grtsmzir?!โ€ Colleiโ€™s sweet voice is also hushed like sheโ€™s witnessing something sacred, Tighnari gently shakes his head negatively in response, his shoulders shrugging,
โ€œNzbyv? R uvvo... z orggov hgilmtvi, zmw nb Erhrlm rh zxgrmt fk zh dvooโ€ฆโ€
Though heโ€™s replying, Tighnariโ€™s eyes havenโ€™t once left your ancient magic? technology device? hovering in front of him,
and as he crosses his arms and squints to try and look closer at everything floating in front of him, you can see the childlike gleam of awe in his green eyes, (so cute) in fact, now that you glance up and look, both Collei and Cyno have the same quietly excited and fascinated sparkle in their eyes too
With a displeased sneer, you chuck his old level one bow into the material grinding spots, hope he wasnโ€™t attached to thatโ€ฆ
Oh well, heโ€™ll like the new one better, afterall, with no characters, all your best weapons and artifacts are ready to use!
With a small smile of reassurance, you finally finish gearing Tighnari up, tap a miniature version of that 8-point star in the corner like an โ€œXโ€ button, and it retreats like a classic TV set๐Ÿ“บ turning off into his chest, he startles but then carefully stands
You decide to just start making decisions bc its worked out so far ยฏ\_(ใƒ„)_/ยฏ
And grab his hand and haul him out into the forest, Collei letting out a surprised squeak, her and Cyno hurrying after
You reach the nearest clearing, and gesture at Tighnari like a bow and arrow firing, he gets it, and your glad he already trusts you, because he doesnโ€™t take long to summon his bow
He takes aim at a smaller tree about two cars length away
You can feel them all holding their breathe, as Tighnari charges it with Dendro, the arrowhead glowing, (it looks so cool and badass irl god you feel envious even tho ur already here-)
The ranger lets it fly, it streaks neon green, whistling through the air, it hits the tree-
and it fucking explodes.
Vines and leaves and the trees roots all rapidly swell like theyre filled with water, like it literally got hit by a superhero with plant powers, which, not that far off actually.
The green floating Dendro seeds make a ring around the tree its so full of elemental energy-
You give a wild grin, you still got it, hell yeah. >:)
Your grin widens as you look over at Tighnari, Collei, and Cyno
Cyno has a smirk lighting up his face, eyes eager, Colleiโ€™s jaw has dropped and sheโ€™s just frozen staring as the tree finally settles from the burst of the dendro powered arrow
โ€ฆTighnari has lowered his bow, and his mouth is only slightly open, his ears perked straight up into the air, shaking with excitement? Happiness? Interest? You donโ€™t know how peopl-animal-hybrid ears work,
and you STILL cant talk to any of them to ask what they thought, so looks will have to do >:/
Tighnari is the first to move, his head snapping over to look at you, the brightest, kinda feral tbh, smile taking over his face-
โ€œBlf pmld, dv xzm'g fmwvihgzmw blf, zmw blf fh, bvg R xzm'g dzrg gl hvv dszg rm gsv dliow blf'iv tlrmt gl wl mvcg. Blf'iv znzarmt."
โ€ฆ and you just ๐Ÿ™‚? Cool!
And give a thumbs up๐Ÿ‘LMAO
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Bonus:
Alhaitham was literally running around Sumeru City trying to find you when you left, tho you did try and leave a translatable-in-3-to-5-business days-note, he didnโ€™t have time to translate that because you were gone.
Or worse, lost in the city, and he would never forgive himself if he lost you, esp as Acting Grand Sage-
Kaveh got a letter a day and a half later from Tighnari letting them know you were having a sleepover in Ghandarvaville lol
Kaveh also had to hunt down Alhaitham to give him said news, then force his roommate to go sit or lay down for the rest of the day to recover lmao
(Haitham honestly kinda freaked Kaveh out bc heโ€™s never seen him that... desperate, it was like seeing a statue emote lol)
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ARE YOU KIDDING WE ALMOST HIT LIMIT AGAIN?!
Bro has anyone else had this problem???
I literally had to switch from PC to mobile and copy and paste it there to get all my shit in and tumblr not throw a hissy fit???!!!
FUCKING TUMBLR- SUCK MY BIG FAT- ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘น UGH
ANYWAYYYY SO I FINALLY CAVEDย 
And started doing ciphers for when you dont get teyvatโ€™s language! I meant to do something fun like this for awhile but I wasnโ€™t sure if that would be kind of annoying, but if youโ€™re interested in learning what they actually say (which the whole point of this is that dw it doesnt rlly matter lol) hereโ€™s a hint:
*hint = Atbash
:> good luck!
Wish me luck on my art exhibition today!! Then Iโ€™ll be homefreeeee ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Safe Travels,
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โ™ก the beloveds โ™ก
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist
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kalliyen ยท 2 years ago
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Streamer Luck ๐Ÿ€
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Pairing: Wanderer x GN!Reader
Featuring: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)
Genre: Fluff, Modern AU
Summary: Streamer Wander drabbles lmao enjoy <33
Readerโ€™s Pronouns: They/Them
Warning: wanderer (just brace yourself) bro is actually astronomically down bad, sorry id thereโ€™s any spelling or grammar mistakes i am delirious rn
Disclaimer: โš ๏ธ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!
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i. โ€˜wym youโ€™re not single and rotting in a basement?โ€™
Wanderer has been playing for hours on end, you could barely keep up with it.
He hasnโ€™t come out of his room for hours and you were starting to get worried about his appetite, and his emotional well being.
Because you were such a good and doting partner, you decided to make Wandererโ€™s fave dish, and deliver it to his room.
Knocking on his door, he lets out a brief hum, signaling that it was good to come in. Careful not to get to close to the camera, not wanting to reveal yourself to his audience just yet.
Chat noticed the presence of another person in the room, and immediately bombarding Wanderer with questions like โ€œwho tf is that???โ€ and โ€œwhere did they spawn from???โ€
โ€œDarling youโ€™ve been streaming for 6 hours, take a break and eat first okay? Just call me when you need anything else.โ€ You state, trying to resist giving him a peck on the lips.
Your boyfriend pauses his game, looks at you, then chat, and decides to pull your waist to his level to give you not one peck, but multiple.
Taken aback but not at all surprised from your boyfriendโ€™s sudden show of affection, you lean into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.
Chat absolutely EXPLODES when they saw that, but Wanderer did not give two shits, and decided to kiss your hand, while deeply looking into your eyes
โ€œThanks Honey, Iโ€™ll take a break and eat this, thank you so much for looking out for me :)โ€
โ€œNo problem darl, just come out when I call you for dinner okay?โ€ โ€œYes honeyโ€ And with that you leave the room, leaving Wanderer with him and his chat
He scans the messages, multiple times he sees โ€œSO DOWN BAD LMAOOโ€ and โ€œdid u kidnap them or something to take are of youโ€
A little irked at chat, he angrily replies โ€œNo I am NOT down bad (he is) and NO I did not kidnap them. Theyโ€™re my partner. Why is that so hard to believe?โ€
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ii. honey face reveal when?
Ever since youโ€™ve made your existence known to Wandererโ€™s fan base theyโ€™ve been calling you Honey, mostly mocking him about the nickname he has for you. (they do find it cute tho fr)
They tell him to bring you into the stream more, saying that they missed your voice and your sweet personality, honestly they donโ€™t give a fuck about him no more they just wanna see you
Wanderer gets annoyed (again, this man is always mad at his chat somehow), and says that he canโ€™t force you to show yourself to them, which his chat respects.
โ€œAlso their sweetness and cuteness is for me only, not my fault that you guys are lonely and donโ€™t have a partner. Imagine that, what a massive Lโ€ he says to his chat, and they start arguing with him again. (someone save his fan base)
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iii. HONEY REVEALLL !!!!!
Seeing that your boyfriendโ€™s fans really liked you, you decided to tell Wanderer that youโ€™re finally comfortable with sharing your face to the internet, which he was really happy with. Because god he really wanted to show of the love of his life to the world, and smash it in their faces that only he could have you.
You suggest to him that you do a cute little baking stream together as your face reveal, and he couldnโ€™t deny the adorable smile on your face while suggesting it to him, so of course he obliged.
While he was setting up the cameras and you were setting up the ingredients you felt really nervous, thoughts of โ€˜what if they donโ€™t like me?โ€™ plagued your mind, and Wanderer sensed your uneasy demeanor. He came up to you and gave you a kiss that meant โ€˜donโ€™t be nervous honey, iโ€™ll always be here for you.โ€™
He turns the stream on and immediately people start to come in, surprised at the change of scenery.
โ€˜Wanderer doesnโ€™t live in his basement confirmed?!?!โ€™ a TTS message read, and he gave the camera a glare
Chat immediately noticed you and started chanting โ€œHONEY!โ€ โ€œOH MY GOD ITS HONEY FINALLYโ€
You gave a meek wave to the camera, still a bit nervous, but with Wandererโ€™s hand on your waist you knew you had nothing to worry about.
โ€œHello everyone,,,,Iโ€™m y/n, you probably know me as โ€˜honeyโ€™ and iโ€™mโ€ฆ..wandererโ€™s partnerโ€ you say with small smile on your face, eyes turning into small slits
In conclusion, the stream was a success and chat was absolutely smitten with you.
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bonus: iv. Honey takes over the channel ๐Ÿ˜ฑ
Now that youโ€™ve gotten more comfortable showing yourself on stream, you sometimes played games with Wanderer too, like co-op in this game called Genshin or other games that allowed two person players.
Sometimes, you even started streams yourself whenever you wanted to share something to his audience, or get advice from them when you start a new game.
Wanderer of course sees these streams and he just has the lovey dovey-est smile in the world, you swear you saw his eyes turn into hearts.
Damn, his streamer luck is insane.
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wwinterwitch ยท 1 year ago
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cowboy like me โ€” coriolanus snow
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summary: it takes one to know one. you and him were exactly alike, which explains why you were inevitably drawn to each other
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
word count: 2k
tags: you can't fix him you're as awful as him, being delusional together, fluff??? (not really but u guys are in love and happy and married), mentions of/implied murder and being bad people, romanticizing everything
notes: idk where i was going with this i just had this idea in my head and taylor inspired me to write it. i'm also absolutely feral for young!snow it's not even funny at this point, i needed to find ways to cope lmao
i'd really appreciate a comment or reblog if you enjoy my work.
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A smile appears on your face the second you feel a hand on your lower back, turning around to meet your husband's loving gaze.
He stands directly in front of you, staring down at you in a way that to this day makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, like you're nothing but a teenage girl who's unlucky enough to have developed a blinding crush on a guy too charming for his own goodโ€” the thought of it makes you feel almost nostalgic, looking back at the early stages of your relationship.
Coriolanus Snow has always been a familiar face. Growing up together, you two have known each other for ages. You might've interacted a few times, but nothing beyond brief conversations between classmates.
You had a boyfriend at the time. A much too sweet and caring guy that made the big mistake of falling irrevocably in love with you. In all fairness, it was hard for him not to trail behind you like a lost puppy all the time when you were so good at making foolish boys believe you were the girl of their dreams.
Love is not a word you would use to describe your relationship. He was tolerable and clearly obsessed with you, so it made sense for you to stay with him. He learned with time that buying you very expensive gifts would get you to pay more attention to him, so that became his way of showing his affection for you.
In his mind this was perfectly reasonable. His girl likes being spoiled, so that's exactly what he did. The adoration for you blinded him enough to ignore the truth: you're just sticking around for the money. Some people warned him you were bad news, but you always managed to find a way to make him worship you all over again. Maybe you could've felt sorry for him at some point...if only he didn't have such good taste to pick things out for you.
But then Coriolanus happened. You started to notice him more and more until you inevitably started having feelings for him. How could you not fall for a guy like him? Especially after he started his quick ascend as one of the best Game makers in history.
Maybe it was the way he so fervently claimed his interest in you, willing to pursue you even when your boyfriend was still in the picture. Or perhaps it had to do with his growing popularity and power. After all, you can't deny how attracted you are to guys with ambition.
And Coriolanus is not exactly sure what made him fall for you either. There's many things he loves about you, that's for sure, but he can't say which came first. Was it your captivating beauty and intelligence, or the news that you recently became the only heir to one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol?
Whatever force pulled the two of you together, it really doesn't matter at this point. What matters is that he loves you with every fiber of his being, willing to do whatever is in his power to make sure you're happy (and what isn't, he'll do anything to get). And you love him too, of course, offering him a companionship he always cravedโ€” undying fidelity, the purest honesty and understanding.
You've never once judged him for being who he is. If anything, you seem to admire his strength to do whatever it takes to secure his place in society. No one has ever been this loving and accepting, almost encouraging him to be as determined as ever to get the two of you on top.
Whatever he did or didn't do is already in the past. Why should the past matter? Shouldn't you enjoy the present with your loving and successful husband? Be proud of the work the two of you have done to get where you are?
No, the past is gone. It already happened. Thereโ€™s no need to look back at things you can't change and decisions you can't take back. It all brought you here. Every tiny little decision led the two of you to this moment; married, in love, happy, powerful. It was meant to be like this.
He didn't seem to mind about your own past either. Any other person would've judged you for the difficult decisions you had to make in order to become the wealthiest woman in all of Panem. You've seen it in the face of ex friends and lovers. They never understood your hunger for what you so rightfully deserve.
Good things don't happen to people because they're good. They happen because you make them happen. You fight, you take, you conquer. It's what life is, and it's something you and Coriolanus understand perfectly. That's why the two of you make sense. Why it feels so right to be together. You understand him and he understands youโ€” understands you like no one else has in your entire life.
It was him the one who held you that night when you just couldn't hold it in anymore, and he sat with you while you cried and cried about your beloved sister, because even after all those years you still missed her and wished things could've been different.
If only your parents made it easier for you. They shouldn't have played favorites from the moment you were born. And they really shouldn't mess with something as important as inheritance. It's your goddamn birthright! How could they be so cruel to you? If they corner you against the wall with no apparent way to escape, it was a matter of time before you decided to stand your ground.
It's a shame your poor sister had to suffer the consequences, though. You really do love her...
Coriolanus couldn't judge you even if he tried. He could see himself in your tear-filled eyes and hear his own inconsolable sobs through your voice. It took him back to a particularly difficult point in his life where he had to make a similar choice.
He pours his heart out to you as he holds you tight against his body, revealing all the unfortunate things he was forced to do because it's all that was left. An act-or-die situation that kept repeating itself until he had no other choice but to do the unspeakable. What else was he supposed to do? What else were you supposed to do?
The regret in his voice is evident, and you know he does regret it because heโ€™s a good person with a heart of gold. One of the best people youโ€™ve ever met in your life. Heโ€™s good, and brave, and passionateโ€ฆenough to sacrifice what he loves if the circumstances require that of him. Not many people have the privilege to claim to be as great as him.
"You did what you had to," your voice came out in a soft whisper, still affected by your sudden outburst with the thought of your sister engraved deep inside your brain. At the time you thought you were trying to ease his conscience, but maybe your statement was falling from your lips in a weak attempt to ease your own inner conflict too. "Life has been so unfair to us, Coriolanus. Is it too bad that we want just a little bit of peace?"
He stays quiet for a bit, stroking your hair in hopes to bring you some comfort as he processes your hopeless, pain-filled statement. That's probably the hardest thing about loving you; caring so much that he cannot possibly function if he knows you're hurting, and cursing himself for not being able to take that pain away.ย 
"We'll have peace," he eventually assures you. His voice is soft, yet fiercely determined. There's no room for discussion. He'll make it happen for the two of you. What's a few more difficult choices when he's so far gone now? When he knows it has worked perfectly before and it made all his dreams come true?
In that moment, snuggled up to his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you, it was clear. That sense of familiarity you only get when you look back in the mirror, or when you quickly scan a room when someone speaks your name. He has suffered as much as you. He knows what it's like to be mistreated in life, and how difficult it is sometimes to live with the fact that you had to leave people behind to finally taste a drop of happiness.
The guilt comes and goes. Sometimes it's easier to remember you had no choice, but other times all you can think about is what life could've been if you weren't forced to take such drastic measures. Perhaps now that you have someone who truly understands, you'll learn to always remember you deserve all you managed to achieve.
When you move back from him to look up into his welcoming and comforting blue eyes, you knew you'd never be alone again. You'll never get to experience this free-fall, soul-consuming feeling with anyone else. And why would you even want to waste your time like that, when you already found the one person who sees the world exactly like you do?ย 
A love like this is hard to find. Most people spend a lifetime trying to find a love decent enough to make them feel like they're losing their minds. Like the air is missing from their lungs and everything looks much darker when the other is not around. Like they're willing to do anything to make the other happy. Like the fear of being consumed entirely by it is the sweetest of fates.
You thought you could only experience affection in the form of luxurious jewelry, fancy clothing and all that came with the important status your ex boyfriend provided. At one point, you could say you almost needed him. Or least needed his money. He provided a safety net you desperately needed after your stupid parents decided to leave everything to your annoyingly perfect sister.
After becoming the only heir in your family (it really is a shame that your sister was gone so soon, poor thing), your boyfriend was no longer a necessity, but a way of distracting yourself when you needed it. It's not like you're going to refuse his gifts and attention anytime soon, right?
But that was it. The furthest it can get to what being in love should look like. And that was what your relationship with Coriolanus should have been when you decided to make your way into his heart. Never in a million years would you have expected to meet a soul that matches yours in even the tiniest of details, that loves so deeply and cares enough to act like it's required to survive.ย 
With his arms still surrounding your body in a protective and comforting manner, you knew heโ€™d be the guy youโ€™d spend the rest of your life with. You knew it long before the day he got down on one knee, professing his undying love for you and offering the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen in your life. You pledged to always be there for him and, in return, he vowed to give you the worldโ€” he'd find a way to reach the night sky and collect every single star for you if that's what you ask of him. You kept each other's deepest secrets like they were your own. Two smart and ambitious people joining together in their search for greatness.
The hand on your lower back now rests against your cheek, tracing your skin in such a delicate manner that it almost makes you shiver. The white rose attached to his impeccable burgundy suit is slightly tilted to the right, fixing it with your hands as soon as your eyes notice that detail.
He smiles wider after your gesture, leaning down to capture your lips in an affectionate kiss to show his gratitude. You wish the moment could last longer, but you know it's impossible to stay behind these walls for longer when there's a loud crowd out there chanting your husband's name.
There's the briefest of interactions when he breaks the kiss, the two of you standing in front of each other with a smile of pure conspiracyโ€” a silent recognition of the work individually done to get here, an unspoken โ€˜thank youโ€™ to one another for the team effort, and the promise of a never-ending companionship that would only take you higher.
He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours before finally stepping outside to the marble balcony. Before you, a sea of people cheer and welcome the new President and First Lady of Panem.
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faewoozi ยท 1 month ago
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-----yours. mine. ours.
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summary: it has come to your attention that both vernon and mingyu are attracted to you. mingyu is open about it and vernon pushes his feelings down because he knows who youโ€™ll pick. why not both?
โ™ก pairing: vernon x mingyu x fem! reader
โ™ก genre: smut/nsfw ( 18+ please )
โ™ก word count: 6k or so
โ™ก this work feats: bisexuals~ mmf threesome! double penetration! fingering! oral ( giving & receiving ), cum eating! unprotected sex! cream pie! rough sex! mild biting! dirty talk! slight mentions of tours, food, crying during sex, and adhd. also the reader is a lil...like you talk a big game in this but we keep it real on whether we were feeling a lil overconfident. please if you need me to tag anything else let me know. I am bad at tagging things.
a/n: bruh why was this supposed to be about vernon having a ponytail kink and I forgot all about that part because I wrote the first part awhile ago and wrote this instead. lmao. it be like that sometimes. also I have been clinically diagnosed with adhd โ€” seungkwanโ€™s mention of it is exactly what my friends did to me and itโ€™s what encouraged me to get help! they were sick of my shit. i meant no harm in mentioning it!
โ€œvern! iโ€™m back!โ€ you yelled in the direction of the guest bedroom. you were met with silence, which wouldnโ€™t do at all. it was two in the afternoon after all. and he wasn't going to sleep all day on your watch. you burst into the darkness of your guest bedroom where vernon was buried under a pile of blankets. heading straight to the window you yanked the curtains open, smiling as the room filled with bright sunlight.
โ€œthe deal was if I let you crash here after we got drunk last night. youโ€™d come to the exhibit with boo, gyu, hao and i.โ€ you said loudly, yanking the blanket from over him. vernon let out a frustrated groan rolling over to squint at you in frustration.
โ€œhangover.โ€ he said as if that would be enough to change your mind.. as if you didn't have a roaring hangover this morning that you actually did something about.
โ€œpersonal problem. iโ€™m going upstairs to change so shower and get ready.โ€ you didnโ€™t wait for him to answer, instead turning and heading up the steps to your bedroom. youโ€™d only known vernon like four months but the two of you had become fast friends. after a friend invited you along to a shoot vernonโ€™s group was having, as an assistant. next thing you know they're inviting you out. from there things just kind of snowballed into constant meet ups for various reasons. last night had been the first time in a few weeks any of you were able to get together and the drinks were flowing. tongues were free and there had been a LOT of arguing over every innocuous thing one could think of. weren't you fighting with seungkwan about why tangerines were the worst citrus fruit? and didn't you guys take votes? the bowl on the kitchen counter confirmed yes that happened.
you had looked in the bowl this morning when you first got up. everything was in gibberish. no one actually wrote anything coherent. somehow last night lemons won as best citrus anyway.
all in all it had been nice up until vernon cornered you in the kitchen and admitted that if you didnโ€™t have a boyfriend heโ€™d definitely kiss you right then and there. because the sexual tension was off the charts. that had been a surprise. mostly because you definitely wouldโ€™ve kissed him with as drunk as you were. the inhibitions were down that was for sure. but one problem stood in the way. you didnโ€™t have a boyfriend and had no idea why vernon assumed you did. it wasnโ€™t like the two of you talked about relationships. you mentioned having dated a guy for awhile in the past. and you also had a girlfriend in high school. but the guys you hung out with nowadays were his friends and members. heโ€™d clearly been drunk when he said it but the statement bothered you all the same. who did he think you were dating? the mission today would revolve around answering that question. boo seungkwan would be the first target because he'd definitely know.
dressed. hair pulled back into a ponytail you made your way back downstairs. vernon had dressed as well and judging by the ridiculous amount of rice and scrambled eggs he was shoving into his mouth, his hangover had eased. he grinned at you as you approached and tilted his practically empty bowl in your direction to show how much he had left, before his gaze slipped upward to your hair. his mouth opened, closed, opened again. he was glitching.
โ€œare you ok?โ€ he glanced at you as if he just realized who you were and let out a nervous laugh.
โ€œtired because you didnโ€™t let me sleep andโ€ฆiโ€™ve never seen you with your hair up before. looks nice.โ€ he muttered before shoveling more food in his mouth. you felt a slight blush creep onto your face. that couldnโ€™t have meant anything because he was misinformed about the whole boyfriend thing but it still made your heart skip a little.
โ€œalright so iโ€™m fed.ย  dressed. pretending to be super excited about art or whatever. letโ€™s go!โ€ he said clapping his hands together and heading towards the front door. you followed suit and twenty minutes later you had pulled up to a huge building housing an art gallery, and an interactive museum. vernon dropped you off at the front door and went to park. this would be the perfect time to corner seungkwan because finding parking would surely be a nightmare. you made your way inside the museum, spotting him, mingyu and minghao on a bench chatting with one another.
quick excited greetings were exchanged, then you were dragging seungkwan into a dark corner to talk for a moment. โ€œow! why are you so strong!?โ€ seungkwan asked rubbing his arm childishly where you grabbed him.
โ€œkwannie i need your help.โ€ you said, and his gaze immediately grew suspicious. you launched into the strange events of last night with what vernon said, including the boyfriend rumors expecting seungkwan to be as shocked as you were by the whole ordeal. instead he just rolled his eyes.
โ€œoh. thatโ€™s easy. he thinks youโ€™re dating mingyu.โ€ your head snapped around to where mingyu was undoubtedly explaining something wildly incorrect about the museum to the older woman standing next to him. but he did it passionately so the woman listened intently.
โ€œmingyu?! why would he think that?โ€ seungkwan sighed, annoyed that easily caught drama like this was all youโ€™d been wanting to tell him. heโ€™d been expecting something new and juicy, not what everyone had picked up on two weeks into you joining their friendship group.
โ€œbecause mingyu always flirts with you and you always flirt back.โ€ this offended you, you absolutely did notโ€” โ€œlike last night. the piggyback rides. that weird hour conversation you guys were having on the steps. the dancing where mingyu clearly had his hands on your butt. oh don't think we didn't see. we saw. oh and we all saw you kiss him on the cheek when he left.โ€ seungkwan rattled off.
you stood there flabbergasted. okay, so maybe you were flirting with mingyu. that didnโ€™t make him your boyfriend. mingyu offered the piggyback rides. he was bummed about something so thatโ€™s why you ended up talking on the steps for so long. mingyu was tall, his hands were liable to reach places other hands might not. and then the cheek kiss. โ€œwait! i kissed vernon on the cheek too.โ€
seungkwan gave a wry little smile. like he couldnโ€™t believe you were this stupid. โ€œdo you not remember what vernon said?โ€
you grew quiet doing your best to replay the memory in your mind. it was a cloudy one through the haze of alcohol but the words were coming back to you. โ€œah you must think iโ€™m mingyu.โ€ and then that awkward little high pitched laugh. and you didnโ€™t correct him at all. in fact you laughed and patted his head like a kid and then you and mingyu cuddled up on the couch because you weren't coherent enough to argue. your head hung in slight shame. mainly because drunk!you really got way too comfortable..
โ€œanyway vernonโ€™s coming, iโ€™m staying out of it. but you should clear it up. mingyu likes you. vernon likes you. they both suck at hiding it. you also suck at hiding that you like them both. just kiss them and be done with it. the tension is awkward for everyone. thatโ€™s why chan and seokmin didnโ€™t want to come. haoโ€™s just hoping to see someone cry. iโ€™m rooting for them both because theyโ€™re my friends and you clearly want to bang the two of themโ€ฆi wouldnโ€™t leave it for too long thoughโ€ฆโ€ seungkwan trailed off and your face twisted in confusion. he stared at you waiting for you to finish the sentence.
โ€œbecause of our tour? oh my god you donโ€™t pay attention to anything! did you get my text last week about getting tested for adhd because that list I sent you about symptoms really hit home for yโ€”โ€œ you gave seungkwan a shove forward and a few heads turned in your direction. the conversation was officially over. you made your way back over to the small group. mingyu slung his arm around your shoulder almost possessively. if this bothered vernon he didnโ€™t show it at all as he sidled up.
mingyu wasnโ€™t doing anything wrong per se. it was in his nature to be clingy, he loved physical contact with just about everybody and a hug, or an affectionate pat or him hanging all over you wasnโ€™t all that unusual but you still found yourself feeling guilty. mostly because you enjoyed it and because it wasnโ€™t really helping vernonโ€™s perspective of things if what seungkwan said was true. youโ€™d catch his eye and heโ€™d smile but mostly he kept his distance like giving you and mingyu space was necessary which you hated. it occurred to you in that moment that over the time youโ€™d gotten to know them you enjoyed their company most when the three of you were together. not like this. which meant you could really only take one course of action. youโ€™d have to show them that three being a crowd didnโ€™t have to be a bad thing.
mingyu was already comfortable in your space. vernon would have to get there too, would actually have to let his feelings leak out a bit in order for this to work. so he would be the first point of attack. โ€œvern will you check out the flower exhibit with me?โ€ you asked pulling yourself away from mingyu and grabbing vernonโ€™s hand. before either of them could protest, you were halfway across the room before vernon remembered his own strength and stopped which forced you to stop
โ€œi think mingyu wanted to come too?โ€ he said glancing back in the direction of your friends but you pushed on, moving the two of you forward once again. โ€œmingyu? nooo he hates flowers.โ€ you said not having any idea if that was true.ย ย 
โ€œand i love them?โ€ vernon asked in confusion. only he would know if he loved them or not, but his tone was serious like he needed you to remind him.
โ€œof course you do! remember when we were goofing off at that playground coming back from karaoke that one night? you gave me like fifteen of them you found.โ€
โ€œah, thatโ€™s right.โ€ you could see pink creeping into his face and along the tips of his ears. โ€œbut i was just goofing off. we had been drinking and you and chan took the only two swings and hao and mingyu were on the seesaw so i didnโ€™t have anything to do unless i wanted seokmin screaming in my ear on the slides.โ€ย ย ย 
โ€œare you saying you donโ€™t want to look at the exhibit with me?โ€ you asked, turning to face vernon. slowly you took the ends of your hair twirling it around your fingertip. a subtle act of innocence taking over and you could see the war on his face. which would win? the considerate part looking out for mingyu? or his own self interest?
โ€œno i wanna go. we can go.โ€ all fight and consideration were gone out of his voice. and without another word you led him into the glowing rooms of the exhibit. the flowers were all made out of neon and were installed as gorgeous bouquets in various sizes. dozens of colors and tons of different shapes were formed by the light emitted. it made for an amazing visual and despite your initial reason for getting vernon alone you found the two of you getting caught up in taking pictures of each other among the art in different poses.
โ€œletโ€™s take one together!โ€ you demanded, pushing vernon back a step. you turned pressing yourself against him as you held the camera up at an angle to grab a picture. you felt his arm snake around you, pulling you closer to him. his chin came to rest on your shoulder and his hand settled on your hip. a few snaps later and you had the cutest set of pictures. you lowered your phone and for a moment vernon didnโ€™t let go. only when you squirmed did his hold relax.
โ€œthose are really nice pictures, can you send them to me?โ€ he asked with a sheepish tone in his voice trying to back away from you. but you held firm to his arm. better get this over with.
โ€œvern. i am not dating mingyu. if he asked me iโ€™d probably say yes.โ€ you admitted turning to face him.
โ€œsoโ€ฆyouโ€™re into him?โ€ vernon asked in the softest voice you had ever heard him use.
โ€œyes. heโ€™s cute. heโ€™s funny. heโ€™s incredibly sweet and thoughtful. whatโ€™s not to like.โ€ you responded, and vernonโ€™s entire face fell. youโ€™d be devastated if you werenโ€™t fully aware of where this conversation was going.
โ€œcool. thatโ€™s โ€”- he is amazing. i get that. you twoโ€ฆpower couple and all that.โ€ย 
you rolled your eyes. โ€œvern, I like you too. if you asked me iโ€™d still say yes. even after already saying yes to mingyu. youโ€™re cute. so easy to talk to. hilarious. you get all my jokes. youโ€™re the coolest person i know and you can turn anything into a positive if given enough time. there are things i like about you as well. whether the two of you can be cool with that is between you. but i wanted you to know the truth. in this day and age why can't everyone be happy? this doesnโ€™t have to be complicated.โ€
on impulse you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to vernonโ€™s cheek, dangerously close to his mouth, before pulling away and seeking out the rest of your friends. upon finding them seungkwan gave you a knowing look, but mingyu wasnโ€™t even trying to hide his curiosity. he came up next to you, poking your shoulder. โ€œyou guys were gone for awhile. how was the exhibit?โ€
you glanced at mingyu and shrugged. โ€œwe didnโ€™t really focus on the exhibit.โ€ youโ€™ve never seen him look so scandalized, he pressed his hand to his chest like some old lady and let out a little gasp with a furrowed brow.
โ€œo-oh. just chatting? catching up? i did monopolize your time this morning when you got here but i figured since he spent the night you two wouldโ€™ve gotten plenty of chats in.โ€ mingyu said trying to sound casual in a voice that wasnโ€™t remotely stable in anyway. in was in fact laced with jealousy, you fought the urge to mutter gross under your breath.
mingyu didnโ€™t seem like he needed things spelled out as extensively as vernon. he seemed a little more sexually liberated than that. which is why it was impossible to deny the urge to tease him a little bit. he wasnโ€™t as nearly as oblivious as vernon. but you could tell he didnโ€™t like the idea of his position being threatened. a position he didnโ€™t actually hold, but he was cocky and definitely held the air of a man who already had what he wanted. if he was convinced that you were his, it would be hard to turn that around in his chasing squirrels brain. so he brought the teasing on himself mostly.
โ€œmingyu, vernon is so cute donโ€™t you think?โ€ you asked suddenly and had to choke down a laugh as he sputtered at your words. his mouth agape. he needed a little bit of humbling. despite what it seemed everyone else thought, you werenโ€™t his and he wasnโ€™t yours. yet.
โ€œumm, yeah i mean it's true he has his charms. heโ€™s cute in his own way.โ€ mingyu said, eyes darting to where vernon and hao were talking about something.
โ€œdonโ€™t you just want to kiss him?โ€ you asked wistfully.
โ€œsure โ€” wait you want to kiss him!? do you want to kiss me?โ€ mingyu couldnโ€™t help himself, his voice took on a slight whine. being bested by vernon in any capacity was not on his radar and he wasn't going to let it ride no matter how it made him look.
โ€œkissing you would probably be great too. kissing you both at the same time would be even better. but those kinds of dreams donโ€™t come true. a girl can hope though.โ€ you gave mingyuโ€™s thigh a playful pat and then rose to your feet going to join the conversation between vern, hao and seungkwan. though your tone had been joking you knew kim mingyu. he wouldnโ€™t let this go. heโ€™d be cornering vernon about his intentions before the night was over and maybe, just maybe, you could get what you wanted.
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the rest of the day went by relatively smooth. with both of them at least knowing the attraction was mutual the weird awkward tension had dissipated for the most part. now something else has arisen. sexual tension. like so much of it. vernon no longer kept his distance around two of you. and mingyu got even more handsy. it became very clear that you were overstimulated by the attention and definitely by the touching. sex had been non existent in your life for a few months now so to go from teasing little bits here and there to mingyu kneading and massaging the small of your back or vernon trailing fingers down your neck was something akin to torture. so much so that you didnโ€™t bother going to dinner when it was proposed. instead you excused yourself, got a ride home from hao and wondered who the fuck you thought you were as soon as you cleared your front door.
had you lost your mind? were you still drunk today? you didnโ€™t go around flirting and telling two grown men you liked them both and that kissing them both would be cool. that wasnโ€™t a y/n thing to do at all. you'd never been so bold before. what had even come over you? that line about things not needing to be complicated with vernon? what the actual fuck was wrong with you? you said it so casually like you dated two guys at a time ALL the time. you had literally never done this. what if this entire thing blew up in your face? what if they were grossed out by it? why did you do it at the museum like some vixen? what baddie spirit possessed you in that moment? all questions you didn't have the answer to.
you were still pondering the absolutely insanity of six hours ago y/n when the doorbell rang. pulling up the camera app on your phone you saw vernon and hao (?) was lingering behind in the shadows at your door though his face was obscured, you remembered the jacket from earlier though. what were they doing here? you got up from the couch and unlatched the door. vernon pulled his hood down and mingyuโ€ฆnot hao! emerged from just out of view of where your doorbell camera sat. your heart began pounding in your chest. anxiety flooded your veins. uh-oh. they were both here. count on kim mingyu. just like you thought, no way he'd go all day without talking to vernon about things.
โ€œmingyu and i had a talk.โ€ vernon said and you were so dumbfounded that you stepped aside allowing them to come in. vernon shrugged out of his hoodie as mingyu slipped off his sneakers. mingyu just grinned at you as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. something on his face set your โ€˜dangerโ€™ alarms off almost immediately but not in a bad way. very much in a way that made you tingle a little bit between the legs.
โ€œoh? a-about what?โ€ it was your turn to do the stammering. you weren't any good at playing dumb. the thrill of them both being here was either going to make you pass out or have a heart attack. if your heart thumped any harder or your breath hitched any longer something was going to start failing you were sure of it. you licked your lips nervously, gaze falling on mingyu who was standing with his arms folded across his chest.
โ€œone thing vernon and i have always been good at is sharing. food. clothes. i usually let him have whatever he wants. but i was having a really hard time just giving you up. and honestly i was feeling kind of shitty about it. but then you suggested an even better idea.โ€ mingyu said inching closer to you, you took a step back and then another as he kept coming forward until somehow you were in the kitchen. your back pressed into the counter, with nowhere else left to go. he tilted his head sideways at you, and smiled.
โ€œI did?โ€ you asked, mingyu was dangerously close. his knee slipped between your legs forcing them apart so that he could stand in between them. both hands on the counter trapping you there in front of him.
โ€œdreams do come true.โ€ mingyu said his nose dropping down into the crook of your neck. you felt it pressing into the side of your face and then his lips were ghosting gently along your jawline until he got to your earlobe. his tongue flicked out teasingly and a chill ran up your spine as he pulled back. โ€œdonโ€™t they?โ€ he asked and you knew that the answer to this question would change everything.
โ€œthey do.โ€ you said softly and mingyu didnโ€™t hesitate as he hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter a huge smile on his face. you'd told him everything he wanted to hear in that two word answer as he turned to pull vernon toward the both of you. vernon came over as your gaze fell across mingyu whose fingers were tracing shapes into your thigh.
โ€œfocus.โ€ vernon said, his hand taking you roughly by the jaw. and then he was leaning in so close to you, the smell of his cologne a welcome scent. โ€œyouโ€™re going to have to pay attention to get both of us off. be careful what you wish for.โ€ he practically growled. surprising the fuck out of both you and mingyu who stared at him kind of stunned. vernon is unfazed though. instead he presses his lips to yours, teasing his tongue into your mouth. you let out a small moan, kissing him back, chasing his touch and the softness of his lips.
โ€œoh fuck.โ€ you hear mingyu say somewhere to your left, his voice heavy with need. then vernon is pulling away from you to make room. mingyu takes that opportunity to hook a finger into your pajama bottoms and panties, then heโ€™s yanking both down, as he lifts you up, plopping your bare ass down on the counter. you hiss at the cold feel of the granite on your cheeks, at such odds with the fire burning in your blood. mingyu drops to his knees spreading your legs, covering your needy pussy with his mouth. vernon comes to stand behind him, his hand carding gently through mingyu's hair as he leans over to kiss you again.
โ€œohโ€”โ€ you cry, arching back as you fist mingyu's hair, your fingers bumping against vernon's. you fling your other hand back, bracing against the counter. vernon leans back away from you taking in the scene, his gaze molten, and then his mouth is back on yours, his tongue much more aggressive as his mouth takes an interest in your neck. his tongue swirls against the soft flesh, his teeth nip and then his mouth is traveling down lower to the swell of your breast, where he repeats the actions of kissing, biting and licking marking whatever skin he can.
mingyu slips your legs over his shoulders, squeezing you tight around his face as he devours you, licking and sucking your clit. โ€œgodโ€”fuckโ€”โ€ you whine, your orgasm already spiraling so tight. โ€œdonโ€™tย  stop. gyu, pleaseโ€”โ€ he pulls your thighs apart, spreading you wide as he shoves two thick fingers up inside you. tongue teasing your clit, he works his fingers in like a jackhammer, power fucking you with them in quick succession to get you off.
โ€œfuck,โ€ you scream, head tipped back as you press past that feeling of needing to pee. โ€œohmygod, ohmygod,โ€ you cry, toes curling tight, legs cramping. your whole body unravels as you cum, your pussy leaking into his mouth, gushing like a fountain. between your legs, mingyu groans like a feral beast, swallowing every drop. you feel wrung out, nearly boneless from the bliss but theyโ€™re not done. suddenly youโ€™re being lifted, vernon has you in his arms. mingyu is wiping his mouth but then he leans forward and presses his mouth to vernonโ€™s.
you canโ€™t begin to describe how much of a turn on it is to see them kissing with abandon. after a moment mingyu pulls away and vernonโ€™s lips pink and swollen pull back into a smile. โ€œwow. you taste amazing.โ€ he muses and then your little procession heads into the guest bedroom down the hallway where vernon sets you gently down on the bed.
โ€œare we really doing this?โ€ you ask because sure you had an orgasm so now you and mingyu are probably closer than ever before but there could be room to come back from oral. there would be absolutely no room to come back from being fucked by the both of them.
โ€œscared now?โ€ mingyu ask, already untying the drawstring to his pants. you can see the outline of his erection and yeahโ€ฆyouโ€™re slightly terrified. your eyes drift over to vernon. and down to the bulge straining at his jeans. the thought of them inside you, one at a time isn't enough. if you're going to do this. if you're going to be theirs then it was at the same time or not at all. at least tonight.
โ€œnever. just yโ€™know this will change things between us forever. with the both of you...inside me.โ€ you say not meaning for it to sound so slutty. mingyu arches an eyebrow at you, but you can tell he's excited.
โ€œyou just came all over my tongue, things have already changed.โ€ mingyu responds, placing a knee on the bed, heโ€™s only in his briefs and a t-shirt now and youโ€™re going to need a minute because who knew he looked this good all disheveled and horny. the bed dips on the other side and vernon is there. shirtless but still in his jeans, his hand lazily trails up the back of your neck and then his fingers are in your hair. vernon tugs on it lightly, forcing your head to turn so he can kiss you.
โ€œif you donโ€™t want to. we can stop, it just seemed like earlier this is exactly what you wanted. and it's definitely what you just implied.โ€ he murmurs not giving you the chance to respond. instead heโ€™s kissing you deeply, to the point where you have no choice but to melt into it. and then heโ€™s pulling away his chest heaving in an effort to catch his breath.
โ€œit is.โ€ you whine as mingyu begins to massage your thigh. heโ€™s on the other side of you now. his teeth coming down in the same spots that vernon had bitten you earlier. and he's letting his fingers graze against your clit every few moments or so, you're soaked again within minutes.
โ€œso?โ€ vernon asks, his fingers replacing mingyu's lightly grazing your clit sending a jolt of twisting pleasure through you.
โ€œso keep going.โ€ you say fully aware you may lose all coherency to function by tomorrow. but youโ€™re game. and they are too. the remaining clothes are dropping to the floor. thereโ€™s no shame, no awkwardness. theyโ€™re all in. with you. for you and you can't help but smile. you scoot up toward the middle of the bed feeling like a queen, the endorphins of one orgasm already humming through your veins.
vernon is at the edge of the bed, casually pumping his cock in his hands watching you with a heated look. mingyu is behind you, on his knees doing the same. they spare one glance for each other that you can't read before turning their attention back to your naked body laid out in front of them.
โ€œwho do you want to take first to start off?โ€ mingyu ask leaning forward so that his lips ghost against your ear and the fatness of his cock sits against the crack of your ass. โ€œme or baby boy?โ€ his voice is low and velvety and oh so delicious. you canโ€™t help but lean back and kiss him, but youโ€™re certain you know who needs the validation first. he would never say it, but he needs to feel first in this scenario. mingyu absolutely won't care about being last. your eyes land on vernon and you make your way to the edge of the bed. yourย hand wrapping around his on his dick as you tip up, kissing him again. he taste like you still, the lingering kiss from mingyu still on his mouth and yours.
mingyu comes right back up behind you, his hard cock pressing at your ass, his hands slipping between you and vernon to cup your breasts. his warm mouth settles on your neck, kissing up your ear then down your shoulder. he tweaks your nipples as vernon drops his mouth down to kiss the other side of your neck. you sigh, head tipping back, luxuriating in the feel of them. vernonโ€™s hand smooths over your hip, down to cup your pussy. he groans, his fingers slipping through your wetness, circling your tender clit as you hum with need. you bite your lip, sinking into this perfect feeling of being touched by the both of them at once.
vernonโ€™s fingers sink in deep as he kisses you, your hand still stroking his cock. he moves his fingers inside you, working your clit with his thumb. he sinks a third finger inside, stretching you out. โ€œyouโ€™re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around me. on your hands and knees.โ€ intensity creeps into vernonโ€™s tone as the three of you swap positions. vernon remains standing, mingyu climbs up onto the bed in front of you, his cock bouncing heavily between his legs. youโ€™re ready for the both of them. you need the both of them.
โ€œyouโ€™re such a good fucking girl. willing to take the both of our cocks tonight. weโ€™re going to make such a mess out of you. me filling up your tight little pussy, and gyu fucking hard into it when you're good and ready. you can take both canโ€™t you?โ€ vernon with the dirty talk has you practically whimpering. unexpected but completely worth it. he places one hand at your hip and one gripping tight to your shoulder, as he bends you forward and down, notching his cock between your legs. his hand presses into the small of your back slightly so that you arch. and then his fingers are gone. hungrily you press back against him desperately needing to be filled with something.
on a breathless moan, you sink back onto him, your body adjusting to that first exquisite, painful stretch. it crackles straight through you, zinging in your chest, and down your fingertips with pleasure. and then heโ€™s moving, thrusting himself deeper. โ€œlook at you riding my baby boyโ€™s cock,โ€ mingyu teases craning his head to watch as vernon sinks himself all the way in. โ€œhow does she feel?โ€
โ€œfucking amazing.โ€ vernon breathes out. โ€œtight. warm. mine.โ€ he groans punctuating each word with a thrust.
"yours." you groan out through the feelings.
โ€œours.โ€ mingyu corrects, the tip of his cock brushing up against your mouth. he takes hold of your jaw and traces your mouth with the pad of his thumb before popping it open and pressing the head of his cock against your tongue. slowly, somehow catching the rhythm with vernon he begins to work himself fully into your mouth. every time vernon pulls back mingyu thrust farther into your mouth.ย  and whenever mingyu pulls back, vernon pushes deep into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his mouth pressed against your shoulder blade as he watches mingyuโ€™s cock glide in and out, shiny with your spit. your tongue darts out of your mouth teasing the tip and mingyu groans, his head falling backwards blissfully. his hands fist tight in your hair as he moves his hips to press deeper inside your mouth.
vernonโ€™s palm all but covers your ass as he slaps you hard, the sting making you squeeze his cock so tight he groans. with mingyu all but choking you on his cock, youโ€™re ready to see stars. your orgasm coils high and tight. mingyu lets you go and you suck in air, saliva dripping down your chin. โ€œoh god,โ€ you whine. โ€œplease, please, moreโ€”ahโ€”โ€ mingyu takes you by the throat, lifting you up off all fours so that youโ€™re on your knees, vernon keepsย rocking deep behind you. he lifts you up by your hips sitting on the bed, all but placing you in his lap as he buries himself inside you. mingyu inches closer, his hand holding firm pressure at your throat. โ€œour good fucking girl likes it rough,โ€ he says, his dark eyes molten with hunger. โ€œshe likes to be owned and fucked. donโ€™t you?โ€ you nod, a tear slipping down your cheek as he chokes you, his pressure steady and even. you reach up, your hand wrapping around his wrist, ready to tell him if youโ€™ve had enough. with one hand at your throat, he drops his other between your legs. โ€œvern, hold on. hold still.โ€
vernon holds you still, his warm breath fanning over your shoulder. mingyu relaxes his hand at your throat as he uses his other to press two fingers in with vernonโ€™s cock.
โ€œfuck,โ€ vernon pants. โ€œgyuโ€”โ€
โ€œyou like that?โ€ mingyu teases vernon. โ€œlike that stretch? just wait till iโ€™m in there pounding you both. you better cum all over my dick, baby boy. and when youโ€™re done, youโ€™re licking me clean. deal?โ€ you watch as heat floods vernonโ€™s face. so this was the plan. be careful what you wish for indeed. โ€œvernon lie back. y/n ride him.โ€ mingyu demands and you found yourself nodding scrambling to follow his instructions.
you dropped down to crawl over to vernon. he helps you shift over his lap, his hands at your hips. you nestle your pussy at the base of his dick, tipping up onto your knees.ย  โ€œready?โ€ he nods back, giving your hips a squeeze. you sink down on him, adjusting you hips, taking him deep until he fills you up completely. mingyu is back to stroking himself, his dick glossy and glowing as he slathers lube all on himself.
โ€œspread your legs, vernon,โ€ mingyu says from behind you. as vernon shifts, mingyu drops to his knees. his firm hands work their way up your back to your shoulders. โ€œbend over, baby girl. thatโ€™s it. so fucking perfect.โ€
vernon helps you curl forward, supporting some of your weight, as mingyu smooths his hands over your ass. โ€œgonna use my fingers first.โ€ you and vernon both hold your breath, gazing into each otherโ€™s eyes as you feel mingyuโ€™s fingers press in again. you bite your bottom lip, eyes falling shut as mingyu curls his fingers along your inner wall, stretching you out. โ€œfucking hell, i need in this pussy,โ€ mingyu groans. โ€œwanna feel you both. vernon, just tell me to stop and it stopsโ€”โ€
โ€œdo it,โ€ vernon grunts beneath you. โ€œtake us.โ€ you brace your hands against vernonโ€™s chest, taking several short, shallow breaths as mingyu presses in behind you, the tip of his lubed up, saliva slick dick brushing feather light against your skin.
โ€œbreathe for me, baby,โ€ mingyu soothes. you suck in a breath, pushing it out as he presses in with the tip of his dick, stretching you, helping you open.
ย โ€œoh god,โ€ you whimper. โ€œoh fuck. do it. fuck me, baby please. get inside.โ€ the stretch is intense. vernon is decent in size and mingyu is larger and your body almost seems unequipped to take it. but yourย  men whisper soft words of encouragement and praise as mingyu works himself in, filling you to the point of bursting. tears sting the corners of your eyes as you breathe through the sensation of them sharing you, just the way they wanted.
โ€œtalk to me babe. you good?โ€ vernon murmurs, raising a hand to brush your tear away.
you nod, desperate for more. โ€œyes. mingyu, baby, please. fuck me, please. fuck us.โ€ mingyuโ€™s hands smooth over your ass to grip your hips. you suck in a breath and then he pulls out to just the tip, slamming back in. โ€œfuck,โ€ you cry. โ€œoh, godโ€”โ€
โ€œshit,โ€ vernon groans, his hands at your sides, helping to support your weight.
โ€œhow does it feel?โ€ mingyu ask, his hands smoothing up and down your hips as he rocks into you.
โ€œso fucking good,โ€ you whimper. โ€œgyuโ€”fuckโ€”โ€ mingyu laughs, moving his hips, his cock sliding tight against vernonโ€™s as he moves in and out of your aching, needy pussy.
vernon groans, head tipped back, eyes shut tight. itโ€™s all he can do to hold off his orgasm as he fights the feeling of mingyuโ€™s silky smooth cock railing you both hard. itโ€™s the thought of both of them working hard to fill you that seals it, and your orgasm bursts like a super nova. your legs shake and your breathing stutters as your release hits you in waves. youโ€™re exploding outward, even as your pussy tries to pull everything in. you squeeze them so tight both mingyu and vernon curse and groan.
mingyuโ€™s movement hitches. โ€œi canโ€™tโ€”fuckโ€”ahh, godโ€”โ€ he loses control, coming inside you all over vernonโ€™s dick. meanwhile, beneath you, vernon slams up with his hips, sending both you and mingyu spiraling. he grunts, chasing his release. yours is still fluttering, the final cascades not yet over, as you moan against vernonโ€™s mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue
โ€œfuck iโ€™m coming,โ€ vernon groans. mingyu slumps over your back, his hard cock pulsing with vernonโ€™s inside you.
you lie on top of vernon, mingyu curled over my back, their dicks still inside you. your breathing is ragged, your brain in pieces, body numb. like a raw nerve, thereโ€™s nothing left to feel. after a few long moments where you all just breathe, mingyu slips out of you with a groan, flopping down to vernonโ€™s side. his chest heaves from the exertion as he catches his breath.
โ€œso fucking good,โ€ he says on a sigh. โ€œbest sex ever. fuck, you guys are the best.โ€
vernon recovers his wits, helping you shift off of him. his cock slips free and you whimper, feeling the gush of cum that leaks from your spent pussy. god its filthy and perfect and yours. the both of them from this moment on. now itโ€™s vernon on his knees between mingyuโ€™s legs, gazing down at you both.
โ€œgyu, tell me to stop,โ€ he says, heat burning in his eyes. โ€œtell me you donโ€™t want this.โ€ you hold your breath as you glance up at mingyu. mingyu holds vernonโ€™sย gaze. โ€œtake it,โ€ he says at last. โ€œit's yours."
with a groan, vernon sinks down, one hand holding mingyuโ€™s half-hard dick as he covers his tip with his mouth. the two of you watch as vernon gives mingyu a sultry post-orgasm blowjob. slow and sensual, vernon savors him with needy sounds. and mingyu doesnโ€™t go soft. no, our tall handsome man just gets hard again. he groans, his hand coming around to squeeze your breast as he closes his eyes, head arching back.
โ€œchristโ€”โ€ mingyu cries out, his hands twisting in the covers and sheets as he holds his hips still, letting vernon tease him. suddenly vernon eases up off mingyuโ€™s tip as mingyu's cum hits vernonโ€™s mouth. it drips back down his shaft in spurts and he groans into his arm from the sensation. when itโ€™s over, vernon pulls you in by your hair, kissing you deep. then he pulls mingyu in, kissing him with equal passion. then the three of you are laying side by side panting as you stare up at the ceiling. reveling in the pleasure you shared with one another.
mingyu suddenly breaks the silence, propping himself up onto his elbow. โ€œso you guys, what are we?โ€
you burst into loud laughter as vernon groans rolling onto his side burying his face into the bed. โ€œreally?!โ€ he exclaims and mingyu looks at you both bewildered and whines as the bed is deserted, vernon helping you to the bathroom. no one is in the mood to answer such a loaded question. not yet. a little more post nut clarity would be needed.
โ€œi need clear definitions about our relationship?! hey where are you going?! wait you guys!!โ€
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guess who wants to (honkai: star) rail another dragon man. there is also (un)fortunately no (star) railing in this.
written pre 1.3 so iโ€™m making shit up for now. (this is also full of vidyadhara headcanons)
in which you find dan heng unable to sleep, you have an awkward conversation, and then he becomes somewhat dragon-brained. twice.
4.2K words (lmao this is way longer than i meant it to be)
youโ€™re not the trailblazer, just another laddie aboard the express.
btw, i bullshited a good chunk of the dialogue and events, so apologies if this is shite. i might've also committed character vehicular manslaughter, in that he might be ooc. lol fingers crossed it's aight.
part 2โ€™s finally up if you wanna read it here
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despite the quiet of the night, you had drifted from your sleep. it had been painfully light as of recent, leaving you adrift in the shallows while youโ€™d toss and turn for a comfortable position. could you really be blamed though? yes, the looming threat of phantylia had been taken out, and everyone from the express that went aboard the luofu had been reunited after what felt like weeks. but you were still in the thick of an intricate web of chaos. the threats were far from over, not with the stellaron still active. but at least for now, you had enough time in this brief respite to be able to not fucking sleep.
you rolled over. you were more or less itching with restlessness, sighing to yourself quietly over your woes of no sleep. you rose from your mussed bed and hobbled out of the room. it was a quaint little placeโ€”where you had stayed when it was just the express crew (minus dan heng), when you'd first met tingyun. after that, everything happened like a landslide. memories of her sudden death quickly boiled their way up. with each step you took, you stamped them back down again.
out in the small hallway, you made your way towards the small courtyard out the back. as you walked past the other rooms, you were a little jealous at the sounds of others sleeping. from mr. yang's and marchโ€™s respective rooms was the odd, soft snore. from stelleโ€™s room, there was nothing (which was to be expected, as you often found her out messing with the cycrane systems at night). as you walked past dan hengโ€™s room, you were expecting more silenceโ€”which you were of course met with, but also a slitted door. you peered through into the darkness. from the dim hallway light, it seemed he had also tried and failed at sleep if his abandoned, nest-like sheets were anything to go by.
you continued to the courtyard. once you cracked open the door, you were met with an unexpected sight. moonlight caught on the black, silken strands that spilt down his back. a glassy, teal tail coiled around his feet, almost glinting in the light with each of its subtle movements. dan heng, wearing his simple night clothes of old, baggy slacks and a tight, black tank top. his ears twitched as you slid the door open further. when you stepped onto the stone tiles, he cast you an over-shoulder glanceโ€”a new habit heโ€™d picked up recently.
"canโ€™t sleep either?" you asked him softly, approaching from behind.ย 
the only response he gave was a strained groan, dragging a hand over his face.
"i take that as a no, then," you said, moving over to sit in another stool at the small table just next to him. as you went past, his tail wound tighter around the foot of his seat.ย 
"i take it that itโ€™s the same for you," he muttered in reply, jade eyes cast somewhere on the ground between him and you.ย 
"yep." you leaned against the table next to you, arm propping up your head. your eyes flickered to his face. "and not because iโ€™ve been up playing gacha games."
he briefly met your gaze, eyebrows quirked in doubt.
"okay, i donโ€™t do it anywhere near as much as stelle."ย 
"right," he said with the faintest hint of a smile. the tip of his tail twitched in amusement. "her room was very quiet when i walked past, though. perhaps sheโ€™s mended her ways."ย 
"i think sheโ€™s out screwing with the cycranes instead, actually."ย 
"of course she is," he breathed as he raked a hand through his long hair. as you watched it pass through the delicate tresses, you stared intently at his claws. after his initial transformation, to say you were floored was an understatement. perhaps more like you were punched 50,000 feet below sea level. he could really only be described as beautiful, but even that word couldnโ€™t quite capture his ethereality. even when he was as exhausted as he looked now, he still seemed to glowโ€”quite literally, too. his eyes and those horns atop his head shone faintly in the dark. when someone was that pretty, how could one not be reduced to a staring fool? particularly you.ย ย as of recent,ย youโ€™ve ended up forgetting youโ€™re supposed to actually talk to him when heโ€™s with you. and if you did remember to ever say anything, youโ€™d make a fool of yourself.ย 
he watched your gaze affixed to his hands. he took one look at them and then wrung them in his lap, looking off to the side with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.ย 
"ah, iโ€™m sorryโ€”" you began, but he quickly cut you off.ย 
"itโ€™s fine," he said hurriedly, tail coiling up tighter.
"no, really. i know iโ€™ve been acting pretty weirโ€”"ย 
"i said itโ€™s fine. please, just leave it." he said again. he unwound himself just a little, but the tense line of his shoulders still had yet to dissipate. his gaze wandered a little more back towards you. "may i ask whatโ€™s keeping you up?"ย 
you werenโ€™t thrilled at the spontaneous topic change, but replied nonetheless. "just about everything, i guess. a lotโ€™s been going on. itโ€™s hard to take any time to rest with a stellaron still effectively looming overhead," you said. "though i could only imagine itโ€™s about that, but tenfold for you, given the whole..." you gestured vaguely to his whole new look.ย 
he dragged a hand down his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes in the process. "i donโ€™t want to think about the stellaron for nowโ€ฆ"
"agreed. shall we put a pin in that topic, then?"
"that would be ideal."
the two of you sat in more silence. you were (only half) guiltily back to staring at his features, eyes running over all parts of him. he seemed to shrink under your gaze, ears and tail twitching with thought. his eyes drifted up to look at youโ€”oh, there was something new. his pupils must dilate or constrict based on what he was looking at. when his eyes met yours, you could have sworn they momentarily expanded, until his eyes flickered away again, waning right back to slits. at the same time, his ears angled themselves down just a touch.ย 
"aโ€”are you feeling okay?" you asked, tilting your head a little. he made a small groan and shelled further into himself. you didnโ€™t think you had ever seen him that tense. "hey, look at me. are you alright?" your voice was as soft as you could make it. you tried to reach out to the arm he had leaning on the table, but it was in vain. he inched away moments before contact.
"iโ€”" his tail-tip continued to flicker with apprehension.ย 
"well, something else is definitely bothering you. can you talk to me about it?"
"m-must i?" he was almost hiding his face.
"only if you want to," you shuffled yourself a little closer to him. "but if itโ€™s weighing this much on you, it may make you feel a little lighter. so you can sleep. yโ€™know." while you spoke, you gestured somewhat vaguely. ever since his vidyadhara heritage was put on full display, he hadnโ€™t quite been the same as you knew him. he was more tense than usual. on-edge and anxious, preoccupied with his own thoughts, much unlike the down-to-earth dan heng you normally knew. it worried you. he wasnโ€™t even really speaking to mr. yang. with everything that had been going on, you could barely begin to imagine what sort of turmoils he had churning within him.ย 
"i suppose one thing is that iโ€™m simply not used to this form," he ran a clawed, slender finger up from the base of his horn to the tip. "thereโ€™s a strange disparity between feeling like iโ€™ve known myself to be like this my whole existence, but also that iโ€™m suddenly someone iโ€™m not." as he spoke, his voice was quiet. "in a similar vein, itโ€™s like my tail has a mind of its own. look at it," he grumbled while he picked it up into his lap. as he held it bundled in his arms, the tip hung over the side, twitching to and fro. "iโ€™m not trying to make it do that. i canโ€™t control it." he sighed, a slight growl in his throat.ย 
"wouldnโ€™t it do that because youโ€™ve been soโ€ฆ frazzled, as of recent?"ย 
"what makes you think that?"ย 
"umโ€ฆ" how were you supposed to tell him that you only had that theory because you had been constantly stealing glances of him, watching his moods, watching his languid beauty. instead, you thought of some other bullshit answer. "i mean, itโ€™d make sense, wouldnโ€™t it? itโ€™s like cats. their tails twitch when theyโ€™re irritated, and iโ€™m sure they canโ€™t quite control it."ย 
he frowned a little, ears twitching downward. "iโ€™m not a cat," he said, almost with a little pout.ย 
maybe not, but he was certainly cute like one. "anyway, what you said about your new featuresโ€ฆ" you began, scratching the back of your head. to your surprise, he looked at you with eyes just a little wider than normal. "i could only imagine how weird it must be for youโ€ฆ who am i kidding, no i couldnโ€™t. itโ€™s probably downright foreign, but youโ€™re dan heng. iโ€™m sure youโ€™ll have it under control in no time."ย 
with his hands on his knees, he aimlessly grabbed at fistfuls of his loose pants. "youโ€ฆ" he muttered, wetting his lips as he swallowed thickly once again.ย 
"me?" you echoed quietly.
"forgive me for asking something so asinine, butโ€ฆ whatโ€ฆ do you think?" as he muttered out the words, you could have sworn his face was turning a light shade of pink. however, it was hard to tell under only the moon and the dim lights of the courtyard. what you could tell was that his tail-tip was twitching like a bundle of nerves.
you stared at him with owlish eyes. "what do i think of what?"ย 
"what do you think ofโ€ฆ me. as i am now?"ย 
your breath caught in your throat for a moment as he stared at you with such apprehensive eyes. they were slitted from nerves, but they shone with the moonlight, expectation and most curiously, some sort of hope. "umโ€ฆ"
"iโ€™ve noticed how much you stare at me, yet you said nothing when you first saw me, unlike mr. yang or march. now, you feel almost stilted when youโ€™re with me, like you refuse to address whatโ€™s in front of you."ย 
you swallowed hard at his words. "didnโ€™t stelle also notโ€ฆ" you trailed off. you were doing it again, what he quite literally just said.ย 
"iโ€™ve spoken to her since then. iโ€™m asking you." he seemed to have regained a little confidence, sitting up straighter and looking at you with the slightest bit more intensity.
now it was your turn to grab at fistfuls of your clothes. you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you spoke, heart pounding a mile a minute. "youโ€™ve been truthful with me, so i guess i should too," you muttered. "you, ah, umโ€ฆ" this was really not the direction you thought this conversation would go in. "to be really honest with you, i keep staring because youโ€™reย soโ€ฆ pretty."
dan heng sat motionless. if it werenโ€™t for his vidyadhara features, he almost could have gotten away with simply being frozen. upon your words, his eyes widened just a fraction, jade-white pupils dilating. his ears twitched back upwards and his tail fell still. heavy moments of silence passed while you two stared at each other. it seemed like he was waiting for you, so you kept talking. "i didnโ€™t speak much to begin with simply because i was so surprised. i mean, we see you again after so long and there you are, just about the most beautiful thing iโ€™d ever seen, suddenly with the power to split an ocean. after that, i didnโ€™t trust myself to not be weird about you, so iโ€ฆ kind of just refused to say anything." you rubbed the back of your neck, face burning. "but i guess that plan fell flat on its face if you noticed me staring so much."ย 
once you finished speaking, his gaze fell into his lap, gazing down at his hands that held fistfuls of fabric once again. "butโ€ฆ these powers arenโ€™t me."ย 
"of course not. theyโ€™re notย you,ย only a fraction of the whole you," there was a slight smile on your lips. "are you worried that i donโ€™t see you as dan heng anymore?"ย 
he made no effort to confirm or deny anything, simply remaining as he wasโ€”a blatant yes for him.ย 
a small smile made its way onto your face. "youโ€™re always going to be one and only dan heng that the whole expressโ€”thatย iโ€”know and love, no matter what other forms you take." you shuffled yourself closer to him once again, now finally able to reach out and brush your thumb over the back of his hand. as you sat there, your face was burning up at your words. did you really have to word it like that? if you really wanted to be honest with him, then yes.ย 
he was still sat ramrod upright, but a blush now dusted his cheeks and his pupils were blown wide. his tail-tip was back to moving, this time wagging back and forth. he looked between you and your hand on his own, letting out a shaky breath. while he was still as nerve-wrecked as could be, a weight on his shoulders seemed to have been lifted. he looked like he was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, out came a long yawn. even though he tried to hide it with with his wrist, you still managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs.ย 
"sorry," he muttered, rubbing one of his eyes. โ€œalso, youโ€™re still staring."
"ah, iโ€”iโ€™m sorry, iโ€™ve been acting so weird. iโ€”that habitโ€™s not gonna go away any time soonโ€ฆ" you yanked your hands back into your lap. he looked a little disappointed at the new lack of contact. "anyway, how do you think youโ€™ll sleep now?"
"please do not worry about me. what about yourself?"ย 
"umโ€ฆ" your heart is still pounding in your throat. "iโ€”i donโ€™t know, to be honest." whatever the answer was, it was bound to be โ€˜not wellโ€™.
"in the past, youโ€™ve come to the archives when you havenโ€™t been able to sleep. youโ€™d place yourself on my bed and then ten minutes later, iโ€™d find you fast asleep." his voice was soft when he spoke, almost with a faint note of mirth. "i wouldnโ€™t mind if youโ€ฆ"
your eyes almost fell out of your head. "hold on, are you reallyโ€”"
"youโ€™re welcome to sleep next to me, if youโ€™d like."ย 
"like in your room?"ย 
"where else?" when he stared at you, there wasnโ€™t much obvious emotion on his face, but at the same time, he seemed so earnest with his tail-tip flicking back and forth happily.ย 
"but i thought you found it annoying when i did that?"ย 
"only because you'd wake me in the early hours of the morning. truly, iโ€™ve never been opposed to it."
your face prickled with heat as you raked a hand through your hair. "are you sure youโ€™re completely the same dan heng?"ย 
"hey." he looked miffed.ย 
"sorry, sorry." you were just about hiding your face in your hands by this point. "i just thoughtโ€”" before you could finish, he stood up, long tail unwinding from around the seat. he took two steps and then plucked you off of your own chair. as you yelped in shock, he flopped you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. โ€œhey, whatโ€™re youโ€”?!"ย 
"would you stop being so adamant if i say it will help me sleep too?"ย 
you gave up drumming on his back, only able to hang in embarrassment as you covered your face. your head may as well have been steaming. "whโ€”what the fuck is this?"ย 
he made no reply as he marched you back inside. as he walked, you watched his tail-tip as it was curled upwards, swaying from side to side. his room was closeโ€”he opened the door with his foot, stepped in and slid it closed again with his tail. as soon as you were properly enclosed, he placed you onto the bed with unexpected gentleness. in the past, if you were causing trouble, his method of dealing with you was hauling you off somewhere and simply dropping youโ€”now, it was the opposite. you were left dazed in the middle of the sheet-nest, only back to your senses once dan heng got in next to you. but instead of settling down for sleep like you anticipated, he was shuffling about on his knees, rearranging the sheets and pillows so they were in a better formation, according to him. he was even using his tail to smooth out the sheets into circular patterns.ย 
"are you nesting or something?" you asked, bewildered.ย 
with no reply, he finally settled down further up against the splayed pillows. "come." he held his arms open for you, but when you made no movement, his tail roped you in instead. you were drawn into his not-very-tight vice grip, trapped in next to him. he held you loosely around the waist with clasped hands, head placed atop your leg where he seemed to be using your side like a pillow. his horns poked into your stomach every time he nuzzled... he was really nuzzling you...
"dan heng, seriously, whatโ€™s gotten into you?"ย 
with only a hum, he ceased his movements and craned his head up, staring at you from behind thick lashes. his pupils were still blown wide open. you couldnโ€™t help but find it mildly foreboding.ย 
"i donโ€™t understand why youโ€™reโ€ฆ so touchy. i thought you were normally allergic to contact?"ย 
"is it not enjoyable?" he tilted his head. his fluffy hair flopped in his face with his movement. internally, one part of you was screamingย YEEEESย and crushing beer cans into your forehead, while the other, larger part of you was just plain screaming. you wanted to bask in this shower of attention, but at the same time, it felt so wrongโ€”like he wasnโ€™t really himself. whatever dragon-brain mindfuckery was going on in his head, it was certainly potent.ย 
"itโ€™s not that, i justโ€ฆ are you sure youโ€™re thinking straight? or do i need to spell out the situation? because youโ€™ve hauled me back to your bed, made a nest around me and are now cuddling me like a pillow."
dan heng blinked once, twice and then his body went rigid. he pushed himself off of you and leapt to the corner of the bed, crouched with his tail once again wound around him. "whโ€”what was iโ€ฆ?" he looked down at his hands as if they were soaked in blood. his face was flaring red with a blush.ย 
"you seemed rather convinced i was something like your treasure hoard for a moment," you said.
upon your words, he sank his head in his hands, and whatever noise he made in embarrassment sounded like a groaning sob. "forgive me, i donโ€™t know what came over meโ€ฆ"ย 
"some kinda vidyadhara instinct?โ€ it was almost like he was trying to court you.ย 
"something like that," he muttered from behind his hand that now covered his mouth. his gaze was fixed to a random point before him and his ears were down-turned. "iโ€ฆ iโ€™ve never felt it that strong before."
"wait, youโ€™ve felt it befoโ€”?" right before you could finish, his tail silenced you, thwacking itself against your lips. meanwhile, he was hiding his face again. with the way his shoulders hunched, you were worriedโ€”he seemed genuinely distressed. it was a miracle he hadnโ€™t run off somewhere by that point. with a concerned frown, you took his tail in hand and spoke again. "hey, um, this might not help whatsoever, but it was actuallyโ€ฆ rather nice when you did that." you struggled to look at him. if you called it cute like it was, youโ€™d just be blowing whatever chance you had at keeping him in place.ย 
he looked over at you, ears perked up. his incredulous eyes went as wide as could be, almost like two moons. a moment passed, and the tail in your hands began to sway. "really?"
"really," you nodded. "it was just shocking to begin with, but iโ€”if you want, you can do it again."
dan heng turned his body to face you, swallowing thickly and trying to meet your gaze. he was stuck dithering for a few moments until he ultimately crashed again, flopping forward until his face was flat on the mattress. "i canโ€™t," he muttered, voice muffled.ย 
"oh, um, why?" your eyes went wide.ย 
he turned his face to the side, unable to make a coherent reply beyond a strained, squeaky groan. he was still burning hot with a heavy flush, but it was soon covered by his tail that draped itself over his head. "too embarrassing.โ€ย 
a small, light laugh slipped from your lips. he coiled further into himself at the sound of it, but he was soon unwound when you had your hands on him, guiding him back up next to you. he was as stiff as could be when he laid down next to you, gaze cast down the other end of the bed. you tucked a stray lock of long hair behind one of his ears. when your touch grazed past him, his pink-tipped ear twitched wildly, and he buried his face into the pillow beneath him. "why donโ€™t you let me do something? you did say this would help you sleep, didnโ€™t you?"
"while i was practically in a daze. i wasnโ€™t thinking right," he complained, voice once again muffled. "this will only keep me awake, if anything."ย 
"maybe, weโ€™ll see." as you spoke, you took to running your fingers through his long, silky hair. you gathered it up from behind him and brought it forward, draping it over his shoulder. your fingers glided through as though they were passing through a soft mist, fluid and sleek. before long, as you gradually let your hands drift higher until they would pass over his head, he began to decompress. stuttering, held breaths became steady and soft. his nervous-contorted face was dissipating, and his heavy blush was fading to a simple dusting of pink.ย 
when his eyes fell closed, you glanced up at his horn. beyond just staring at him, you were also tempting fate with how much you wanted to touch his new features. you couldnโ€™t help it thoughโ€”humans are such curious, tactile creatures, it was simply in your nature. one hand left his hair, which he barely seemed to notice, and inched its way to his horn that threatened to poke you. finally, your fingertip ghosted its surface. it was as smooth as glass, and just as cool to the touch. in fact, you could almost describe it as silky, like his scales. he twitched under your touch, eyes parting open. his pupils were blown wide open again.ย 
"ah, iโ€™m sorry, iโ€”" you began, but he soon cut you off.ย 
"no, keep going." he grabbed your hand and placed it back on his horn. you blinked incredulously for a moment, but soon continued as you were, running your fingertips up and down the glassy blue projections. he closed his eyes again and, making yours widen, his soft breaths were followed by a faint rumbling in his chestโ€”a purr. he really was like a cat.ย 
a few moments later, you felt something long wind its way around your leg. you looked down. his tail was snaking its way up your leg, until the tip draped itself happily over your lap where it laid swishing from side to side. you fell still in shock when he shuffled his body closer to yours until he laid flush against your side. he laid one of his arms across your chest and reached for your shoulder, pulling you in just a little closer to him.ย 
"you stopped again." his voice was barely a whisper when he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. one of his horns was cool against the back of your neck.ย 
"itโ€™s a little hard to do anything when youโ€™re this close," you muttered back.ย 
"then just stay as you are." he nuzzled about with a yawn. he must have been finally settling down for sleep, but that meant using you as a body pillow. your tail-twined leg was drawn towards him, where he draped his own leg over top of it, caging it in between his calves.ย 
โ€œd-dan hengโ€ฆโ€ you tried to say his name as if that would do anything, but he paid you no mind. lost in his hypnagogic trance, he only muttered sweet nothings with his lips against your shoulder.
his voice was barely audible. dragon-brain must have been in full swing, because he finished off with a quiet:ย โ€œyou will be mine one day, my belovedโ€ฆ"
you nearly exploded then and there.
i love me some emotive ears, mm yes.
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