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adelheidvonschicksal · 1 year ago

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Nsfw scenarios/hcs for the LADS boys with their MC in ABO!AU (Idl if I wrote this right 😅) please? Like how they marked their mates, how they treated their mates during the rut and heat, etc.

+ Omegaverse, sexual content, alpha boys/omega reader, female reader

General

9/10 possessiveness level

Xavier is the most possessive of the main boys and gets jealous the easiest. He may seem calm about other alphas standing a little too close or talking a little too long to his mate, but the tension in the air is thick and unpleasant. There's a specific eery calmness to his face and falsely polite tone to his voice when he happens to cut into the conversation. He always wants to know the topic of conversation when you talk to anyone who has his suspicion. Xavier suddenly gets a little needier than usual, always trying to figure out a way to draw your attention back to himself. Or, purposely sliding an arm around your waist and holding you close in a silent hint that whoever is talking to you should back off, or he will drop his head against your shoulder, saying he’s tired, and asking you to hurry up so you can go home together, he emphasizes. His last resort isn't pretty.

While calm, he has a little of a competitive streak with others, whether that means scoring higher in your hunter team battles or building the largest snowman together. He is competitive for your attention against those he thinks are interested in you; and when he has you alone, he insists on scenting you or mating you. You better be prepared to hide large bite marks or hickeys by the time he’s done claiming you.

Protective Level: 6/10

Xavier has no problem with you running about your daily life. He has confidence that you’re strong and don’t necessarily need much protection. He only insists on coming with for two things: (one) if he’s jealous of the person you’re meeting or (two) if you’re going somewhere to fight on your own.

As long as he’s around, he’s confident that things will work out fine. However, he gets extremely protective when you’re hurt, asking for you to stay behind him, rushing ahead to be the vanguard, and trying to take on the brunt of everything himself. And if you get hurt being rash, prepare for him to be upset with you and insist that you allow him to protect you more.

Scenting

Scent: Fresh Linen

Xavier smells good, but there isn’t something to pinpoint about his scent that is unique to him. Simply put, he smells clean, like freshly dried laundry with a touch of lavender.

Xavier loves covering you in his scent, cuddling and sleeping with you until you’re no longer entirely sure what your scent smells like not mixed with his. He scents your things, like your plushies, before you even need to ask.

He likes to tease you, asking if you want him to scent his hoodies even more since you take them so much, and he’s always happy to oblige. His first instinct to calm you down consists of three options: scenting, cuddles, and food, in that order.

Mating

Xavier already likes to mate with his partner a lot, like a constant rut minus the attitude that comes with it; always wrapping his arms around you, nudging the back of your neck, and lightly coercing the situation to where he wants it to end up whenever the opportunity shows itself.

In a rut, he’s twice as easy to rile up and much more direct about wanting to be alone with you, wanting to hold you and shove his head into the divot of your neck, and audibly inhaling your scent. You can already feel him against you in more ways than one.

He doesn’t waste his time trying to play games with you during this time, choosing to show you exactly how much he wants you before taking charge. You’re burnt out by his energy when you’re used to him napping right after a round or two. This time he isn’t letting up, but he promises that he’ll treat you so well, promises that he’ll get you there twice in exchange for letting him have one more time, as if you're aren't already overstimulated with jellied legs.

He asks if you're already tired. He'll let you sleep but can he at least squeeze and kiss you while he uses his hand. He promises to clean his mess if it gets on you. He'll be good, he swears, and he's so puppy eyed that you let him.

When he finally is tired, he’ll fall asleep while inside you. His knot stopped swelling a long time ago, but he enjoys your warmth around him as he nuzzles the back of your head.

Xavier does his best to tend to his mate when they’re in heat. He’ll get warm compresses and try his best to cook for you (most likely failing) and offer to nap with you when you’re in pain. He’ll let you use him how you want as long as it makes you feel better, whether that’s using his hands, mouth, or knotting you.

There’s a small bit of worry from him, with the way he asks,

“Where do you need it?” “Like this?” “Are you sure you only want my fingers? It’s okay to ask for more.” “Open your legs wider. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It's only me." "Next time, I'll let you take care of me, deal?

You’re so cute like this, needing and wanting him, but he hates how it causes you pain.

General

3/10 possessiveness level

Rafayel tends to have confidence that he can have you before anyone else, trusting your judgment to take care of yourself. He also has pretty high esteem of himself when it comes to the social world. A few properly chosen words is usually enough to get any seducer to back off. Rafayel can’t believe someone else could possibly think they’d have a chance with you when you have him.

As repentance, he wants you to do things for him after little incidents like that. It’s so exhausting chasing lesser alphas off, after all. Whether he’s serious or not when he says he could use some affection after his omega so cruelly ignored him for another alpha remains to be determined.

If there ever is a time where he feels insecure or jealous, he isn’t above trying to cut off someone’s relationship with you. If it comes to threats so be it, but it will end. It doesn’t matter if it’s from your side or the pursuer. It’s an ultimatum, either him or the other person, but not both.

He has a bigger concern about you not needing or growing bored of him than falling in love with someone else. Otherwise, he tends to have faith in you.

Protectiveness Level: 8/10

Rafayel knows you’re strong. Trust him—a twisted arm and playfights abound—he knows. But you are also bulledheaded and naïve. He worries you might end up getting yourself injured; or worse, killed.

So, he’s observant as always, watching for any suspicious activities with the people you’re around, whether warranted or not. He wouldn’t just do that for anyone, only for his precious mate and also for his precious peace of mind. He tends to operate from the background to not be too overbearing, but he doesn’t mind being the one to step in—to get hurt—if it means keeping you safe.

Scenting

Scent: Beach Sand with a Hint of Citrus

Rafayel smells of white beach sand and tropical fruit. He smells like the first hint of salt air and the ocean breeze and mineral. It reminds you of family vacations and old memories. He insists most Lemurians have scents like these, but his is special! It's the only one that mixes so lovely with yours.

He does scent you when you ask, but he requests that you do the same. It’d be much better for you to scent each other. He loves to tease you when you ask him to scent things for you.

“If you like it so much maybe I should make it into a perfume.” But he’d hate it if you actually agree. “Wait, let’s not be too hasty. A perfume really can’t compete with the natural source.”

Mating

Rafayel dislikes his mating cycle only because he dislikes losing his sense of control over himself. But when you’re there, with your scent clouding his mind, it’s all bets off. He’s so needy and HAS to have you. He feels like he’ll die if he isn’t burying himself in your scent, your presence, in you. He needs to feel your hands on him and isn’t below demeaning himself or being more forceful than usual to get it.

He’ll constantly seek you out, calling you late at night. He has nothing to say. He just needed to hear your voice, just keep breathing for him, he’s almost there. He needs you to come over to his place right now. It’s all your fault he’s burning like this. You need to get there immediately and take responsibility before he goes insane. He's already dizzy and his hand isn’t cutting it anymore.

In person, he grabs your hand, and the look in his eyes is begging in place of his mouth that’s too heavy with pants to talk straight as he savors your touch, desperate and gluttonous.

“Right there...don't make me beg…just a little bit longer.” “I need to feel you. There. You feel incredible.” “If you want my knot, you can have it. Say you want it for me, and I’ll give it to you. Say it.”

When it’s your turn to go manic, he’s going to have his revenge for all the bullying and petting you did while he was rutting. He’s going to coo and fawn over how much you need him, and make you ask him nicely for his touch, but he’ll always give in to his little mate. He knows what’ll make you feel good, and he’s going to give it to you in due time. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re about to cum, covered in sweat, body tensing, the shallow, quick breaths.

“I wish I could paint you like this, but I don’t want to look away.” “Do you really want me to breed you that bad? Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”

Rafayel is going to make sure you have an easy time, clearing out your schedule for you and letting you stay in the studio with him. Thomas' calls are going to go unanswered for a while.

General

6/10 possessiveness level

Zayne is able to get jealous; however, he isn’t one to distrust you. It’s other people he doesn’t trust. He’ll drop hints he doesn’t like something you’re doing, a sarcastic jab here, a polite warning there, and even a “you should be careful of the company you keep.”. He always introduces himself as your mate to ensure there are no misconceptions about your relationship with him.

Zayne occasionally has to remind you that he’s your partner especially when you insist on teasing him and being a brat, poking at that jealous side of his to rile him up. It doesn’t take long for you to get the idea after having him between your legs. It’s really more of a funny thing, seeing him possessive, because he becomes a lot more short-tempered but absolutely refuses to admit he’s being possessive.

However, he calms relatively easy with some reassurance, and he doesn’t care as much if someone likes you after he knows you have zero interest in them. It’s more of an annoyance than something for him to fear.

Protectiveness Level: 10/10

Zayne is always so worried about you. He always has to tell you to be careful, to watch where you’re stepping so you don’t trip, to not drink too much without him there to take you home, and to watch for injuries. It might be a bit of his doctor attitude coming out, but it’s so much worse when it comes to you. You know no one else who adds the weather of the city you’re in to confirm you’re okay.

He’s also protective of your mental wellbeing; he tends to be the rock you rely on. If someone is bothering you, you can tell him, and he’ll be sure to handle the issue immediately.

Scenting

Scent: Bamboo Forest

Zayne smells like bamboo forests, a mix of floral and earthy. It kind of reminds you of him, calm and quiet but strong and solid like the earth. Fresh, green, and slightly woody. It smells like nature.

He scents you when you ask, and he quietly scents you when he wants, always overthinking if it’s something you want him to do or appropriate at a given point in time. It doesn’t take long for him to become better at knowing when you want it, when to leave something with his scent for you when you’re upset, and when to simply cradle you against him. His mood improves exponentially whenever you shove your face into his chest and mumble about how good he smells.

Zayne loves the way you smell. It’s a familiar and comforting thing to have your scent greeting him after a hard day at work. It lets him know you’re doing okay, and he gets worried whenever your scent is off. He can usually tell the slightest changes of your mood, and it makes him agitated whenever you try to pretend you’re fine when he can clearly tell different from smell alone.

Mating

Zayne tries his best to control himself and avoid you during his ruts. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, which leads him to being too restrained whenever he’s with you to the point where you can tell he’s not handling himself well.

It’s going to take a few times to convince him that you can handle it, that he can let go and give you everything before he finally allows himself to dive into his hormones, throw you against the bed, and kiss you hard. It's almost like a completely different side of him. Sure, he could always be dominant in the bedroom but there was always a control to it. Instead, he's instinctive, running off the rush of endorphins to reach the peak he desperately wants to tumble over, harsh and tunnel visioned as he chases the sensation of you clamping down around his knot.

“Hold it there, we’re almost there. You can handle it.” “Let me have you a few more times. Then, you can rest.” “Good girl. You’re doing so well. So good to me.”

During your time, he is meticulous. Zayne knows you almost as well as you know yourself, knows what sweets you like to eat, what positions make you the most comfortable, and tips on how to keep yourself together.

That only works so long, however, and soon he takes a more hands on approach in helping you through your heat cycle. His fingers curled up inside you, pushing that sweet springy spot inside you that has your juices pouring over his palm. He shushes you as you beg for him to give you more and more, to please stop this edging and fuck you already.

He promises he’ll make it good, but he has to slowly work you up first, so you won’t get overstimulated. Then, he’ll give you what you want until you pass out.

“Hold still, or do you want me to stop?” “Does it feel that good? I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.” “See what happens when you follow directions?” “You’ll have your reward soon. Which do you prefer to have—my fingers or my knot?”

Zayne also takes special care of you no matter the situation, making sure to wipe you off and hold a warm rag to your swollen and puffy cunt as he makes out with you. He scents you heavily afterward and lets you fall asleep against him until it all starts over again.

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palesweetscherryblossom · 8 months ago

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In the arms of a Snake

Warning: Possessive behavior, Shigaraki gets a bit murderous, mentioned child neglect, infertility, overall fluff

It was rare for children to be seen in the forest, especially in Shigaraki’s part. Humans didn’t stoop too low, at least that’s what Tomura wanted to think. He stared down to the hypnotized child in his arms, currently staring at him with red tinted eyes, replacing their e/c.

But Tomura couldn’t help but take this as a blessing. Many nights he and his mate had often lamented about their lack of hatchlings. Every egg laid always a dud, every mating season a cruel taunt to them.

Dabi had always looked so miserable whenever spotting broken egg shells in naga nests, curling up in the nest as he stared blankly. Shigaraki felt himself grow giddy with the prospect of Dabi getting to hold you, to experience the joys of parenthood. Teaching you to hunt, running around in the spring and summertime, snuggling up in the colder months.

The deal was only made sweeter when you cuddled up to his chest, trying to get warm. “Nn.” You murmured, hand reaching for the necklace Shigaraki wore. You fiddled around with the skeleton fingers and little quartzes, absolutely enamored with it. “Hmhmh, we’ll get you something like that soon. Then you can be just like papa.” Shigaraki chuckled. You shivered after a particularly cold wind swept over the forest, swaying the branches and rustling the bushes. “Cold..” You whined lowly, trying to get more warmth. Shigaraki shushed you gently, patting your head.

“We’ll bundle you up nice and snug when we get there.” Shigaraki assured as he spotted the telltale cave in the distance.

After many months of sleeping in trees, on rocks or in burrows, Shigaraki and Dabi had found their permanent home in a cozy little cave. It was ideal, next to a lovely little pond and fruit trees. Shigaraki slithered inside, greeted with the sight of his handsome mate.

Dabi was an oddity amongst naga, for his gnarly burns set him apart as unique. Not mention little “inconveniences” that wasn’t apart of naga behavior. He had to have his food cooked, had to be careful with sheddings and was sensitive to certain things.

Shigaraki loved him the same, he found his swift movements and dry attitude humorous. Not to mention kindred spirit of being mistreated by the ones who were supposed to care. The delicious scent of roasting meat filled Tomura’s senses as he entered into the home. Dabi stopped tending to the fire and directed his attention towards Tomura. A dry yet playful smile rested on his scarred face.

“Took you long enough, had me thinking you were caught or something.” He slithered on over to his mate, who in turn acknowledged him with gentle peck on his cheek.

“As if, firecracker. I’m almost hurt that you’d think so highly of those parasitic primates.” Shigaraki taunted back before smirking. “Did you eat yet?” He inquired, Dabi shook his head.

“Nah, takes awhile for this stupid boar to roast.” Dabi then caught the scent of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t rare for Tomura to come back reeking of something unfamiliar but this had a special tint. Sweet, delicate. Like baby powder and peppermint.

Then blue eyes wandered to the hazy child in Tomura’s embrace. “Tomura, where? How?” Dabi for once in his life, felt completely flabbergasted by something Tomura brought home. Tomura smirked pridefully almost, his tail gently wrapping around Dabi’s in an attempt for comfort.

“This is our hatchling. Poor little lamb was left out in the forest with no food or water. Oh, the poor baby was crying and screaming.” Tomura’s heart ached at remembering your sad little sobs. “I had to put them in a trance to relax them.” Dabi was hyper focused on you, his eyes expressing longing and sympathy. It was like he was staring at himself, lost and afraid. “C-can I hold em?” He asked shakily, gently holding your relaxed body as you let out a tiny confused mumble.

“It’s just papa Dabi, no need to be afraid of him, hatchling.” Tomura cooed sweetly. Dabi stared at you, slithering over to the nest.

It felt strange yet pleasant to feel your body on his chest, your soft flesh and breathing a far cry from the cold eggs he felt before. Tomura joined his mate, nuzzling his neck as Dabi cuddled you tenderly. “They’re never going back.” He hissed, Shigaraki nodded.

“We’ll keep them nice and secure in the nest. It’s where they belong now.”

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laursdomain · 2 months ago

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if your requests are open, consider ,,,, leo with [fem or gn idrc] reader that's really aloof and kinda monotonous but secretly just admires leo when he works. they think he's just so cool whenever he's tinkering or inventing some kind of contraption and just finds his hardworking attitude really attractive in general.

bonus if reader is like, a child of hecate so they can literally do magic but would rather see leo's works in action instead.

perfect view

pairing: Leo Valdez x daughter of hecate

synopsis: As a daughter of Hecate, its common for her children to be similar to children of Hades—monotonous, aloof, and to themselves. It was harder for you to express your affection, opting to do so through little things. These little things, though, were unidentifiable to Leo Valdez, but that never stopped his love for you. And it never stopped his adoration for you.

genre: fluff

warnings: fluff, hecate nags her children, reader & Leo are absolutely in love

w/c: 1.6k

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Bunker 9 always had a unique smell to it. It always smelled like grease, sweat, and occasionally…smoke. The mixture of the three typically repels anybody from entering. There were even times that Jason couldn’t handle it. But, for some odd reason, it never repelled you. In fact, it lured you in most days.

Leo never understood why you were attracted to him of all people. In Leo’s eyes, there were far more demigods out there that were far more attracted to him. Like Percy, Jason, or even Frank. In the end, you chose him.

You walked into Bunker 9, closing your eyes as you took in it’s usual scent. You didn’t really understand why you loved the smell. It always stuck to your clothes afterwards, forcing you to take a hot shower. It smelled like Leo, and it made it all the more better. You make your way to the metal table that held loose trinkets, hoisting yourself onto the surface. You always sat there, it gave you the perfect view.

The perfect view of watching Leo.

“Hi, mi amor.” Leo called over his shoulder, not taking his attention of off whatever he was messing with.

“Hi,” your voice is monotonous, a constant reminder of who your mother is. You couldn’t really help it, neither could your siblings. It was something you could relate to with children of Hades—both gods tended to bestow their monotonous voice down to their demigod children. It was infuriating sometimes.

“How was your day?” He questions, stilling his hands as he looks over his shoulder at you, smiling at how you always sat in your usual spot.

“Fine,” you look down at your hands in your lap, feeling the familiar tug of magic coursing through your veins, begging for an outlet. You don’t give in, clenching your fists as you look back up, noticing how Leo is back to focusing on his project.

You should be practicing your magic—according to Mother. In her own words, “being my child is dangerous.” She acts like she’s Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades. She was always like that, not just with you—but with your half-siblings as well. She took great pride in popping out of nowhere, literally, and scolding you for not practicing. But did you listen? No.

You internally roll your eyes, focusing your attention back to your boyfriend. Your eyes take in every little thing he does while he works. How he sticks his tongue out slightly, keeping it at the corner of his mouth when he’s doing something that requires extra concentration. The way his hands move as if it’s second nature—he could probably create something blindfolded. You couldn’t help but smile at him, he always looked like he was in his element when he’s working on something.

Leo could feel your eyes on him, as always. He never minded though. He always adored how you came in at the same time every day, sat in the same spot on his metal table, and watched him work at his workbench. He never understood how you could sit there for so long, watching him, when you are the daughter of Hecate. Leo always felt you were cooler and stronger than him, you could literally use witchcraft! Yet, you spent most of your time with him, in Bunker 9.

This was Leo’s fourth project this week, and it was only the middle of the week. The way he took great pride in his work always managed to impress you, it almost made you want to practice your magic, just so you can say you also completed a task this week.

You think back to a conversation you had with your mother last week, when she had found out about your affections towards Leo. In reality, she didn’t understand the terms boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Why do you like someone like him?” Your mother’s voice rings through your head, remembering the conversation.

“Someone like him?” You didn’t understand her question, there was nothing wrong with Leo. In your eyes, he was perfect.

“He a child of Hephaestus. Nothing special.”

“He can summon fire,” you offer, gesturing to the fact that he’s the first in decades to have that ability.

“So? You have witchcraft.”

You roll your eyes at your mother, “you’d like him. He’s very hardworking, and is incredibly dedicated to his work. The group of them would’ve never made it through the quest without his inventions.”

Hecate goes silent, thinking over your words. As quickly as the conversation began, she changed subjects. And to nobody’s surprise, she begins scolding you about your lack of practicing.

You snap out of your gaze, frowning at the memory. You shake your nagging mother out of your head, focusing your gaze back on your boyfriend. Your perfect view. The way he bent down further, making sure everything was in place—every single screw and mechanism—making sure his own work was perfect. He was perfect.

Leo looks at the time, realizing it’s time for his break. He stands up straight, cracking his back as he stretches. He drops his wrench, internally remembering where he needs to pick up afterwards. He turns around, walking over to you. Leo slots himself in between your legs, supporting his body weight by placing both hands next to you on the table, caging you in. He lightly chuckles at you slightly swinging your legs back and forth—you always did that when your feet didn’t touch the ground.

There may be a handful of things that make you aloof, but it was moments like these that made Leo adore you.

“What are you working on?” You inquire, glancing behind him to his workbench.

“Connor asked me to create a machine that’ll paint the entire Ares cabin yellow.” He chuckles, thinking back to the conversation he had with the son of Hermes earlier that day.

“Why yellow?” You begin fiddling with your fingers, twisting the silver rings that decorate them.

“He hopes they’ll think the Apollo cabin did it,” Leo glances down at your hands, noticing the way you mess with them.

Out of instinct, he stops leaning on his hands, standing up straight. He wipes his hands on his shirt—a pathetic attempt to clean them—before reaching for your hands, encasing your slightly cold hands with his overly warm ones. His thumbs stroke circles on your hands, and it sends a pang of emotion in your chest.

“How long is your break?” You whisper, even though nobody is in the room with you.

Leo glances at the clock before turning his head back to you, “I can spare a couple more minutes for you, mi amor.”

His nickname for you, usually ones in Spanish, always warmed your heart, without fail. You smile softly at him before leaning forward, resting your forehead against his as you close your eyes. He mimics your action, letting out a sigh of relief as he closes his eyes. These were Leo’s favorite moments—the quiet, tender ones when it was only you and him.

“You’re ruining my view,” you whisper again, opening your eyes.

Leo peels his eyes open, giving you a quizzical look. “Your view?”

You hum, “yes, my view, Leo Valdez.”

“What view?” He laughs, and the sound is so rich it makes you smile. Every dam time.

Your cheeks heat up, and you look away from him, forcing your forehead to leave his. Leo hates when you do this, and as always, his fingers find your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Come back,” he pleads, though it doesn’t take much to convince you.

The tip of your mouth goes upward, resting your forehead against his again. He nudges his nose against yours, the move comforting you, what he dubbed a nose kiss.

“You’re the view.”

“What?” Leo is caught off guard, and he thought he heard you wrong.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you groan, closing your eyes to save you the embarrassment.

He laughs, his hands finding their way to your waist. “I’m your view, mi amor?”

“Yes,” you whisper, the confession only allowed to be shared between the two of you.

“Is that why you sit here every time?” He inquires, hands slipping under your camp shirt as he begins to comfortingly caress the skin there.

“Yes,” you confirm. “It’s the perfect view.”

“Agree to disagree.”

“What?” Now it was your turn to question him, opening your eyes as you cock a brow.

“I think you’re the perfect view.”

A smile finds its way to your lips, one that showed off the dimples that Leo fell in love with. You lightly shove his shoulder, “Leo Valdez, you flirt!”

The two of you share a laugh, the sound filling the bunker. It was moments like these, that showed the love you two shared. An unlikely pair, yet one that was perfect.

“You know I can’t help it,” he smirks at you, leaning it to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Go back to working, I need to see my perfect view before I have to go practice.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Leo gives you a chaste kiss on the lips, squeezing your hips before leaving, returning to his spot at his workbench. Even though you temporarily mourned the loss of his body heat against you, you couldn’t help but smile at the way he instantly went back to work, tinkering with the machine.

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theblackfemininesociety · 5 months ago

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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My Best Girl

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Best Friend's Dad!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,200.

SUMMARY: Your best friend from University, had been begging all year long for you to join her back in her home town to spend the holidays with her family. Being the loyal friend you are, you thought it would be the decent thing to do...

WARNINGS: age-gap implies (consensual & legal, reader is 18+, Jahaera aged up), innocence kink, praise kink, degradation kink, Daddy kink, p in v sexual intercourse, edging, cream pie, breeding kink (if you squint), slight dub-con, thigh riding implied, jealous!aegon, possessive!aegon, swearing.

A/N - thanks to the wonderful, talented, beautiful @valeskafics who planted this AU in my head... I have plunged deep into a dilf!Aegon rot. ily bby xx

You had no intention of ever sparking a relationship over the holiday period, let alone with an older man... That just so happened to be your best friend's father.

Jaheara Targaryen, you had fondly grown acquainted with over your undergraduate semesters in University: so enraptured by each other, she practically was begging for you to join her over the holiday period: saving you from spending a lonesome, seldom time alone on campus.

The moment you laid eyes on her beloved father, Aegon Targaryen, you felt your heart beat halt, breath hitched in your throat, and a rather odd yearning ignited between the sweet spot between your thighs.

He was a rather handsome man, you could no deny: his unique features had softened with adipose, yet his age had shown, along with whatever hardships he had faced. Scarring across his brow, beneath his eye socket, and yet he exuded a formidable presence, it somewhat intimidated you.

You struggled to even maintain eye contact, doe eyes constantly fluttering from the larger man before you, to your scuttling feet, before Jahaera dragged you away into the privacy of her own room.

You subtly attempted to pry, asking singular questions about her father, in which Jahaera would mindlessly respond with a swift response.

A divorcee, his relationship with Jahaera's biological mother had been tense from the beginning, incompatible. She did disclose he had many flings, occupied with one night stands and frequented by regular women of the neighbourhood, yet did not dare to settle, for whatever reason.

That is until, you had mindlessly wandered off venturing the opulent double-storey, before abruptly being surprised by Aegon's presence in the kitchen during the later hours of the night.

"And what might a pretty girl like you be doing wandering in the dark, hmm?"

Your mind rushing with fleeting, blank thoughts, moments later you found yourself being effortlessly lifted onto the counter top, rutting your aching, soaked cunt against his sturdy, meaty thigh, before he would taunt and tease your silky folds with his tip. Burying his dense girth inside of you, stretching your walls like no man has ever.

Since that surreal night, awake the next few days as if you lived through a vivid, fever dream: your relationship blossomed with your best friend's father, in discrete.

Aegon relished in how flustered and bothered you get, even with the faintest motions, such as close proximity, his overpowering musky scent intoxicating you with each inhale: making you weak in the knees, and butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach.

Regardless, of the age difference you both shared similar interests in films, attitudes and romance.

Aegon devoured your innocence: despite having been in previous relationships, your innocence in trusting him to take the lead, to protect you and be intimate with you, reinforced his belief in you.

He took you seriously from the beginning: having the decency to not treat you like some mindless, young fling.

Your vulnerability towards him, drove him mad: as he felt a responsibility towards you.

In return, you favored his wisdom, with life and in the bed. He taught you how to really please a man.

He would often praise you: admiring your beauty, your intelligence and demeanor. Although, in the end he was somewhat of a youth, relishing in teasing you, making logic cease as he fucked you senseless.

"My good, little whore so greedy for a Daddy, she took her best friend's, huh? Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that little stunt. Thinking you can come in here looking fucking ravenous."

Regardless of Aegon's intent to care, his sex and affections were rough. Manhandling you, spanking you till your cheeks remained red and raw with tenderness for days [certain his handprint was strewn across your flesh], gripping and pulling your hair with such force. He needed to instil some fear, a mutual understanding as he preferred to call it, that you could not go anywhere now without his knowledge.

When you both weren’t being intimate, he enjoyed our company, having you mount and straddle his thigh and lap. Watching him attend to work, answering phone calls, getting so riled up when he was arguing with his correspondents. You had come to realise, Aegon had a rather quick and fierce temper.

Many times, Jaehaera pleaded and fought with her father to take you out to the local city clubs both in the company of her hometown friend [males present] and without, and time after time, he stubbornly denied the two of you from leaving the premises.

Overtime, he refused the idea of you having male companions and friends.

“I know what boys are like at that age baby, they don’t want to be just friends… You’re mine now, and I don’t like to share.”

Jahaera frustrated and uncertain of his motive would excuse herself, and recluse in her room, leaving you pampered and dolled up for Aegon's own undoing.

He enjoyed watching you from afar pampering yourself: "dolling yourself up for Daddy, baby? Always lookin' so beautiful, I need to keep you running around her for my own viewing."

The moment the word slipped your vile tongue, was the moment something snapped in Aegon, that made him cement his feelings for you... Daddy.

He favored the moment, demanding you obey his every command, moaning heavy breaths for you to repeat yourself in a constant loop, directly into his ear.

He wanted you to acknowledge him as almost your savior. Considering him almost god-like which, you faintly had.

Another niche about your elder boyfriend: he purely enjoyed in fucking you raw, no protection, as he craved to feel you.

"Baby this ain't my first rodeo, I'll pull out okay. I'll get you the pill if I have to--"

"Good cause I still have two years to go, and I don't think J-Jahaera would appreciate this-"

"But your already such a slut for me, taking me so fucking well and perfect, she brought you on a platter for me, knowing damn well I couldn't resist... Surely?!"

Regardless, Aegon's attempts at hiding the affair would occasionally plunder: sending you "anonymous" gifts through the mail, of wealthy jewels, the finest material of laundrette and perfumes.

Countless times Jahaera poorly attempted to pry the truth from your sealed lips: she knew that you were seeing someone, just not who...

When it came to returning to campus: you would often exchange raunchy pictures: Aegon was poorly tech-savy in comparison to you: so a dick pic and video at most, was all he could provide.

You however, thrived off online. Sending him nude pics of yourself [this was a first], only to be showered with compliments, before Aegon would request to video call you: jerking himself feverishly as he ached to feel your tight walls swallowing his dick.

You nearly got caught by Jahaera, lurking his social media and the texts, before coming up with a reasonable excuse.

You would be the first to say "I love you" hesitant and all, Aegon however, had no shame to admit it. The words fell naturally off of his plump lips.

And so, Aegon's intent with you surpassed the theatrics of his previous licentious behaviours. He is obsessed with you!

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stararch4ngelqueen · 2 years ago

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hey! just hopping on the period train here…can we get tender, soft, tooth-rottingly sweet ghost with a reader on their period? reader has cramps and will 100% try to overexert themselves if not directly managed lol. Anyway love your work🤍🤍🤍

The unintentional period train 😆 I’ll try, haven’t written about Ghost in a hot minute.

It’s not as grand as I’d like it to be, but I think it’s pretty good for a quick half hour ✨let’s say this is at home too for convenience sake

—

Simon wouldn’t be aware you were on your cycle at first, which makes the most obvious sense.

You; his sweet, bombshell of a woman, had a tendency to hide what irritated you. Physical or not.

Moving into a new house was a bit of a process, one that had a lot of challenges to overpass before enjoying the rewards. You believed their wouldn’t be as many boxes, or as many things to haul off the moving truck and through the front door.

Simon would then assume something was wrong by the amount of breaks he’d find you taking. Moments you’d catch your breath, stand completely still with a hand along your side, or sitting down in the passenger seat of the truck.

Try as well as you like, it’s his job to be concerned about your well-being. Exertion was a high price to pay in the military; sore muscles, lack of proper sleep, etc.

You weren’t in the military anymore. Pushing yourself wasn’t necessary inside your new home.

You figured this pain would go away. Exercise was always a factor to lessen cramps. An annoying tale, but sometimes effective.

Sometimes.

The more boxes you hauled, the quicker you’d walk, the more you’d pace yourself was met with more pain on your end.

“Go rest.” Came his voice from behind you, startling you after you settled some kitchen appliance boxes on your new marble counter.

“I’m fine,” you quickly state, turning your head to meet your husband’s gaze. “I’m okay—“

“That’s an order.” Simon states, leaving little to no room for doubt or denial. You’d frown, but he didn’t care, maintaining his ground with a firm brow and stern expression.

“Simon—“

“Now.”

You scoff, glaring up at him as if he asked something vile from you. Again, he didn’t care.

“Fine,” you bite back a bitter tone before leaving towards your bedroom. “You can finish unpacking all by yourself.”

Simon expected this, seemingly unfazed as he watched you go. He didn’t mind the attitude, he would’ve found it funny. He kind of did, but you didn’t see his smile.

He’d find you later curled up on a bare mattress, yanking blankets out from their boxes to wrap yourself up in. Your head settled on a pillow, his pillow, he recognized after a second glance.

He approached, proceeding to pull off your socks and shoes for you.

He pulls the blankets back after crawling into bed, per your irritation, only to apply a warm bottle compress along your tummy.

“M’sorry,” he murmurs into your ear, proceeding to lay the blankets back over you. Your raised hand stops him, your fingers grasping along his wrist.

Your quiet plea encourages him to join you in bed, clutching your body like a gentle wall of support. Occasionally, his hand would remain over the compress, moving it around along spots you desired it the most while his other massages the back of your neck.

“I’ll start unpackin’ in the morning,” Simon murmurs, his head settled ontop of your head, breathing in your sweet scented shampoo.

Your mouth opens to persist, but he beats you to it.

“No no, don’t wanna hear it. I’ll unpack the rest of the frame, an’ the sheets, give you a proper bed to rest on.”

Your silence meant you were listening, which makes him assume you’re growing irritated by his unique form of ‘persistence’.

“Sickness an’ in health, love,” He kisses underneath your earlobe, hearing your small sigh.

“I’m not sick.”

“You’re cranky.” A faint rumble of a chuckle erupts from his chest. “Often times I’d hear ya say you would get lobotomized back in the day for this type of behavior.”

“That’s what I used to tell Soap just to mess with him,” you faintly muse, nearly falling asleep from his rough hand providing the most gentlest of massages along your nape.

“Get some shut eye, sweetheart. Talk about your self diagnosis in the morning.”

I don’t know how to end this 🧍🏽‍♀️this is not proofread. Back on the grind.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost modern warfare #I’m sorry this is so short #I gotta work super early and I’m dreading it.#I also don’t know how to end this

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sixosix · 1 year ago

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5k event request :P

Kazuha, light stick, and fluff please

a/n hi anon! when i saw light stick, i instantly interpreted it as those kpop light sticks,, im not sure if u meant something else like those glow sticks, so i am hoping this was what u meant HAHA

wc 700, idol!kazuha/fan!reader, im sure u guys have heard of the 6REEZE group somewhere, meet-cute; disclaimer i only know how auction works from my classmates roleplaying them so ignore accuracies for fic’s sake. bless.

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Kazuha, to be frank, felt a little embarrassed.

His features stood out too much, his friends told him. To go out and enjoy the fresh air of the day, he had to not enjoy the fresh air with a face mask, conceal his red streak of hair by clipping it back and burying it under a cap, and wear green-tinted sunglasses (also to disguise the red of his eyes) that he was struggling to get used to.

In his defense, His friends weren’t any better. Aether’s braid could be recognized with only that, Venti’s glowing braids weren’t any better, Heizou’s shade of hair and green eyes would stand out—if not his unique voice, and everyone knew Xiao even if he were to shave all his hair off. Scaramouche could be salvageable, but one word from his mouth and his fans would fall to their knees—it could be his voice, but it would be the attitude.

Kazuha felt a little too hot with his disguise, but he wanted this, so he would go through with it. He tugged his mask under his nose, relaxing at the scent of the open air. The mall had an open area with trees all over; the leaves fell to the ground, and the wind brushed past. Kazuha couldn’t feel it, having been stuffed under layers, but he was satisfied.

Although it felt embarrassing to be clothed in this disguise, he couldn’t go outside this freely before. He was going to make the most of it.

And then he passed by a stall that had him doing a double take. Kazuha took a few steps back, lighting up with recognition. He couldn’t be mistaken, not with that familiar symbol of Anemo. The stall displayed a light stick of their group, released only a few days ago.

His friends would have a blast if he came back with it, most likely, Kazuha mused. Maybe he could bring it back as a gift.

A hand shot out from the side, blocking his view of the light stick. Kazuha blinked, a little surprised. He followed the arm's stretch and came face-to-face with an angry stranger.

“Hey, you!” you said. Kazuha felt like he needed to stand straighter at the tone. “I had my eye on this one first, ‘kay? Whatever number you have in mind—keep it. I finally get my hands on one of these; I’m not letting it go!”

“Oh, this was an auction?” he asked curiously. The stall didn’t seem to be being run by anyone at the moment, and no one else was there.

“Well, no,” you sniffed, “but I would win. I already told the seller I called dibs on this one—wait until she gets back.”

Charmed, Kazuha smiled. “Two thousand.”

“Three.”

“Three-thousand, five hundred?”

“Five-thousand, three hundred.”

Kazuha had to wonder: “How much do these usually cost?”

“Five thousand, if you’re lucky. I’ll make it ten thousand, easy. Are you still not backing down?”

Kazuha laughed under his breath. Were you serious? Were you actually willing to drop that much for this? “Alright, I cede. I apologize for attempting to defeat you.”

You grinned, eyes sparkling quite literally as your gaze slid back to the lightstick. You were very pretty. “Yeah, I thought so.” You eyed him curiously; Kazuha suddenly felt a little shy. “Are you a fan as well?”

Kazuha nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from your genuine smile for a few moments. His eyes drifted down to your shirt, which had the same Vision of the lightstick—but there was something else. “You could say that.”

Your shirt had maple leaves swirling around the logo, and Kazuha could recognize it all too well because he was asked to sit down and draw it for their merchandise—something personal for each member. Did Kazuha have the right to suspect what it meant that you were wearing his?

Emboldened, Kazuha gestured at the lightstick. “As a fellow enthusiast, may I extend my offer to cover this purchase?”

You blinked and stuttered. “W-What— You don’t have to! I literally stole it from you!”

“So you confess that you pried it off of me?” Kazuha teased.

“That’s not—Listen—” You stared at him, then got flustered. “Hold on, are you hitting on me?”

“Yes.” He took off his sunglasses and tugged down his mask, flashing a sweet smile that he knew was utterly unfair. Your face bluescreened out of pure shock. Without the mask muffling his voice, it was clear as day. “So, will you let me?”

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tinyshyteacup · 3 months ago

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TW: cussing.

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Part 6

Spare Parts - 7

The first thing you noticed was the warmth.

Not just from the blankets cocooned around you, but the scent lingering in them—faint traces of cigarettes, leather, and something uniquely him.

It took a second for the disorientation to fade, for the memories to settle.

Coco’s house.

Coco’s bed.

Your eyes flickered open, the early morning light filtering in through the cracked blinds. The room was quiet—too quiet. Your body tensed on instinct, scanning for any sign of movement.

Then—

"Damn, muñeca."

You flinched at the sudden voice, whipping your head toward the doorway.

Coco was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like he’d been watching you try to figure out where you were for the past five minutes.

"You always wake up lookin’ like you just got dropped off by a UFO, or is this a special occasion?"

You groaned, scrubbing a hand over your face. "Shut up."

"Nah, I don’t think I will." He pushed off the doorframe, sauntering into the room. "You looked so peaceful, chiquita—all curled up in my bed, droolin’ on my pillow—"

"I was not drooling!"

"Nah?" He gestured at the pillow, and sure enough, there was a faint spot near where your face had been. "Damn. Guess the bed’s officially yours now."

Your face burned as you shoved the blankets off. "I’m leaving."

"Nope."

Before you could move, Coco planted himself at the edge of the bed, effectively blocking you in.

"You eat yet?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Breakfast, muñeca. That thing people eat in the morning?" He arched a brow. "Or you runnin’ on panic and vibes?"

You hadn’t even thought about food.

Coco must’ve seen the hesitation because he let out a sharp breath and muttered, "Yeah. Thought so."

Before you could protest, he was already moving, heading for the door.

"Coco, I can just—"

"Sit your ass down," he called over his shoulder. "Or don’t. But you ain’t leavin’ this house til you eat somethin’."

Your stomach twisted—not from hunger, but from the unexpected weight of care.

People didn’t do that.

You stared after him for a long moment before cautiously getting up, padding barefoot out of the room.

By the time you reached the kitchen, Coco was already at the counter, rummaging through a mostly empty fridge.

"Alright, muñeca," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "You get two options, toast…or toast."

You sighed. "Really?"

"What?" He smirked. "You think I got a whole-ass breakfast buffet in here? Shit, I didn’t even know I had bread til just now."

You crossed your arms, lips twitching. "And you’re giving me attitude like you’re doing me a favor?"

"Nah, I’m givin’ you attitude ‘cause it’s fun." He popped two slices in the toaster, then turned to face you fully.

For a second, he just looked at you.

Not in the way most guys did.

Not like you were fragile.

Not like you were something to take.

Just…looked.

Then—

"You doin’ better?"

The question caught you off guard.

You swallowed. "I…yeah, thanks"

Coco studied you for a beat, then nodded. "Good."

The moment passed, replaced immediately by his usual smirk.

"Now sit your ass down before you pass out on my floor, chiquita. I ain’t got time to be catchin’ you and lookin’ all heroic first thing in the morning."

You weren’t stupid.

Coco wasn’t exactly subtle.

Sure, he made a show of lounging on the couch, flipping through channels like he didn’t have a care in the world, but something was off.

Shouldn't his work have called by now.

Or Angel.

Or somebody from his club.

But Coco hadn’t even glanced at his phone.

You sat curled in the corner of his couch, wrapped in one of his hoodies—because at some point, he had decided you needed it more than he did—and watched him with quiet suspicion.

After a while, you cleared your throat. "Don’t you have work?"

Coco didn’t even look up. "Nah."

"Really?"

"Really." He flicked through another channel, smirking. "Why, you tryna get rid of me, outta my own house, muñeca?"

You hesitated. "…No."

That made him glance over. "You sure? ‘Cause you’re lookin’ at me like I just kicked your puppy."

You frowned. "I just…It’s weird, that’s all."

"Weird?" He tilted his head. "What’s weird?"

You gestured vaguely at him. "This. You. Just…being here."

"Damn, chiquita," he said dryly. "Didn’t know my company was so offensive."

"That’s not what I mean—"

"Then what do you mean?"

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

Coco let out a sharp breath, running a hand over his face. "Shit, chiquita, you caught me. Guess I’ll just admit it—took the day off so I could play nursemaid. You happy now?"

Your stomach twisted. "You what?"

"Relax, muñeca, I ain’t need a damn award." He gestured at you. "You needed takin’ care of. I took care of it. That’s it."

You stared at him. "But why—"

"Because."

He didn’t hover.

Didn’t ask if you were okay every five minutes.

But he was there.

When you thought to hard and felt queasy again, he handed you a cold bottle of water before you could even say anything.

When you curled back into the couch, trying to shake off the last remnants of last night, he tugged a blanket up over your shoulders without a word.

When you finally managed to eat something, he didn’t push—but he did arch a brow and say, "Look at you, chiquita. Bein’ all responsible n’ shit."

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing felt different this time.

Less about poking fun.

More about making sure you were still here.

At some point, you must’ve dozed off again.

When you woke up, the TV was still playing, the faint sound of some action movie filtering through the room.

Coco was still on the couch—but this time, he wasn’t sprawled out like before.

He was closer.

Elbow propped on the back of the couch, head resting against his hand, watching you with a lazy sort of amusement.

"Damn, muñeca."

Your brow furrowed sleepily. "What ... why you being all, freaky McGoo?" You gestured vaguely at him.

Coco ignored that.

"You do this a lot? Fall asleep on people’s couches n’ look all cute?"

You flushed, tucking further into the blanket. "I was tired."

"No shit." His lips quirked. "You snore, y’know that?"

"I do not!"

"You do."

"Coco—"

"It’s okay, chiquita," he grinned. "Shit’s kinda adorable."

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. "I hate you."

"Nah, you don’t."

You peeked out, meeting his gaze.

Something about it made your stomach flip.

He was still smirking, but there was something softer underneath it.

Something you weren’t ready to name.

Coco had been watching you all morning, the same lazy smirk on his face, but now…

Now it was different.

The teasing still lingered, sure—but there was something underneath it. Something heavier.

You weren’t stupid.

Coco might’ve been smooth, but you knew what was coming before he even moved.

Before his eyes flicked down to your mouth.

Before he shifted closer, one arm still draped over the back of the couch, his fingers tapping idly against the cushion near your shoulder.

Before the air between you grew warm, thick, charged.

He tilted his head slightly, letting out a breath of a chuckle. "Damn, muñeca…you look like you’re waiting on somethin’."

Your stomach twisted. "I—"

And then—

Coco leaned in.

Not rushed. Not forceful.

Just leaned, the barest tilt forward, giving you plenty of time to pull away.

And still—

Still, panic flared hot in your chest.

You barely even realized you’d shrunk back until Coco froze.

Until the smirk faded.

Until his brows pulled together, and for the second time since you met him, he looked uncertain.

"Whoa—hey." He lifted both hands immediately, palms up in surrender. "Relax, chiquita. I ain’t gonna bite."

You opened your mouth, then shut it.

Your heart was hammering.

Coco’s gaze flicked over your face, reading every twitch, every microexpression. You hated how fast he caught on, how his smirk shifted into something softer—but still Coco. Still sharp.

"You good?"

You swallowed. "I—yeah. I just…"

You couldn’t finish.

Couldn’t explain.

His lips twitched. "Damn, muñeca, I didn’t know I was that ugly."

The joke should’ve annoyed you.

Instead, you let out a breathy, nervous laugh. "You’re not."

A slow grin curled at his lips, but this time, it was gentler. More Coco, less defense mechanism.

"Ain’t gonna hurt you, chiquita," he murmured. "Not my style."

You swallowed hard. "I know."

"Yeah?" He arched a brow. "You sure? ‘Cause you still look like you expect me to throw you over my shoulder n’ carry you off like some caveman."

You gave him a look. "Cavemen didn’t have motorcycles, Coco."

"Shit, maybe that’s why they died out."

The laugh escaped before you could stop it, and Coco grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"There she is," he murmured. "Knew I’d get you to smile eventually."

You rolled your eyes, but your heartbeat had finally slowed. The panic had faded.

And Coco, for all his teasing, had noticed.

He stretched his arms above his head with a groan, then slouched back into the couch like nothing had happened.

"Guess I’ll just wait for my kiss," he muttered. "Maybe in a year or two, when you finally stop actin’ like I got the damn plague."

You swatted his arm, and Coco smirked. "There she goes—gettin’ all violent again. Damn, muñeca, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked me."

You huffed. "Maybe I do. But don’t let it go to your head."

"Too late, chiquita," he grinned. "Shit’s already there."

The clubhouse smelled like cigarettes, beer, and motor oil—something you were slowly getting used to. It was always loud, always chaotic, but today, Coco was unusually quiet as he led you inside. Not touching, not guiding—just close enough to make sure no one got in your space.

That alone put you on edge.

Coco was always relaxed, always smirking, always pushing some kind of boundary. But today, he was… different.

And when the girl—young, sharp-eyed, with a confidence that seemed to take up the entire damn room—spotted him, you felt his whole body tense beside you.

"Oh, great," she scoffed, arms crossed as she walked up. "What, you got yourself a new pet now?"

You blinked. "I—"

Coco let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. "Damn, Letty. Can’t you say hi like a normal fuckin’ person?"

Letty’s eyes flicked to you, sharp and assessing. "You his new girl, or just some poor thing he found on the side of the road?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Coco groaned, slouching against the wall. "Shit, muñeca, you gonna introduce yourself or just stand there lettin’ her roast you?"

You swallowed, forcing yourself to smile despite the way Letty was sizing you up like she was looking for weaknesses. "I—uh. I’m—"

"—still here?" Letty cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

Shit she’s as sharp as her father.

Coco rolled his eyes. "Damn, Letty, you’re makin’ me look bad."

"Nah, you do that just fine on your own."

Letty was still watching you, still weighing you like she was waiting for you to crack.

And then, she smirked.

"Ohhh…" She dragged the word out like she’d just figured something out. "I get it now."

Your stomach dropped. "Get what?"

Letty’s grin widened. "He still can’t touch you, huh?"

Coco let out a sharp breath through his nose, but before he could say anything—

"Damn, That’s a first."

Heat rushed to your face. "Hey—"

"Lemme guess." Letty leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was telling a secret. "He still hasn’t even kissed you yet?"

Coco gritted his teeth. "Leticia—"

"Oh my God," Letty burst out laughing. "You’re scared of her!"

"I ain’t scared of nothin’, cabrona." Coco’s voice was flat, but his jaw was tight.

"Then what’s stoppin’ you?" Letty challenged. "Ain’t like that’s ever been a problem before."

Coco exhaled sharply, rolling his neck like he was trying to shake off the tension. "You wouldn’t fuckin’ get it, Letty."

She scoffed. "Whatever. Your business."

Then, she looked back at you—actually looked this time, like she was noticing something new.

Her smirk faded slightly. "Huh."

You swallowed. "What?"

Letty tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "You ain't like the others, huh?"

You shook your head. "I—I don’t know what you mean."

Don't bully her she's a kid, fuck, I kinda want to.

You mused

She huffed. "Yeah, you do."

For a second, she just studied you.

Then—like she’d made some kind of decision—she let out a sigh and stepped back. "Whatever. You seem alright, I guess."

Coco arched a brow. "That supposed to be a compliment?"

Letty shrugged. "Take it how you want."

Then, she turned back to you. "Good luck, by the way."

You blinked. "With what?"

Letty grinned. "Dealin’ with him."

"Jesus fucking wept" you muttered under your breath.

The sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows over the scattered bikes and the occasional beer bottle clinking against concrete as a prospect walked by.

You were seated on one of the worn wooden benches outside, little phrasebook open on your lap, carefully tracing over words with your finger as you tried to commit them to memory.

Coco called you muñeca all the time. It had to mean something. Something sweet, or maybe it was something funny, right?

You wanted to understand it.

You were mouthing the syllables softly when Letty’s voice cut through the air, smug and sharp.

"What, trying to figure out what he's been calling you?"

Your head snapped up. She was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, amusement flickering across her face as she eyed the book in your lap.

You hesitated before nodding. "Yeah…"

Letty let out a huff, stepping closer and snatching the phrasebook from you before you could react. "Lemme see that."

"Hey—"

"Relax," she snorted, flipping through the pages. "Damn, you’re really trying, huh?"

Your face warmed. "Its just practical"

Letty hummed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You really don’t know?"

You shook your head.

She clicked her tongue, mock pity in her expression. "Wow. Guess he didn’t tell you the real meaning, huh?"

Your raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Letty leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was about to tell you some dirty little secret.

"Muñeca?" Her grin widened. "It means doll, sure… but not the kind you’re thinking."

You frowned. "I don’t—"

"It’s like…" She tilted her head, pretending to think. "You know, those cheap little dolls guys keep around just to play with? A toy."

Your breath caught in your throat. "That’s bullshi—"

"No, really, when it's slang." Letty nodded, feigning sincerity. "Like one of those plastic things you pick up and toss when you’re done? A muñeca. A plaything."

Your grip tightened on the bench. "He wouldn’t—"

"Wouldn’t he?" Letty’s eyes gleamed. "C’mon. You have met him, right?"

Your chest tightened.

You had met him.

Had felt the way he watched you, had heard the teasing lilt in his voice every time he called you that.

Muñeca.

Like it was funny.

Like it was a joke.

Letty shrugged, tossing the book back onto your lap. "Just thought you should know, before you get too attached or whatever."

Then, with a satisfied smirk, she strolled off, leaving you sitting there, staring blankly at the page, the word suddenly feeling so much heavier than it had before.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans x reader #mayans imagine #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc #our favourite bikers #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz mayans #johnny coco cruz x you #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz

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on-a-lucky-tide · 1 month ago

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I think I’ve figured out the reason your brand of omegaverse is so appealing and so…digestible? Don’t know how else to say it. It goes down easy and tastes great.

A lot of omegaverse relies on a very rigid kind of escapism to build its appeal. Inherent loss of agency, extremely exaggerated social dynamics, the works. Classic big ol’ alpha and helpless twink omega. That does it for some people and that’s fine, but I am always gonna prefer enhancement over escapism. I do not need them smelling like the candle section, because I think the musk humans already have going on is pretty great, thanks. The enhancement of that to a universal attitude with instinctual responses? fucking awesome. Maybe it’s just me and my specific lineup of kinks and things that make me tick, but so much of your omegaverse is great because it takes a preexisting…thing…and enhances it into something of a biological imperative. let’s hear it for breeding, musk, and the world’s most severe subspace lmao.

Omegaverse that horseshoes into heteronormativity is such a waste. Omegaverse is so fucking queer in all of its facets and when that is brought out and woven into work it is wonderful. Why wouldn’t omegas be at the center of relationships, the ones out front? The only reason people assume they wouldn’t be is because humans have uniquely messed up on that one with patriarchy. There’s even something to be said about the element of shame– especially in John’s case in your writing. It is scary to let yourself embrace comfort from those around you in a world that makes doing so an active vulnerability. It is easy to perceive such things as weakness within yourself, and there is not much better than finding the people who prove you wrong.

It’s not primal because of some vaguely wolfish pseudoscience, it’s primal because it’s extremely human. An enhancement of the raw human inclination towards connection with a side of juicy biological and cultural worldbuilding. I could go on, but I will leave it at that. It’s beautifully human. 🦦By god I write long ones. Apologies

Read this a few times as it's really nice feedback. Thanks, bud. I like to play with the "rules" of it because it can be damn hot, but, like you, there are huge swathes of it that hit my ick like a sledgehammer. I like the animalistic nature of omegaverse, but I want it to interplay with the existing character not rewrite them, and the animal kingdom is so much more complex and dynamic than copy-pasting cishet patriarchy "but with knots".

Also, yeah, humans smell good. I'm very scent focused myself. But the "his slick smelled like vanilla and sandalwood" always made me chuckle. Naw it don't, mate, he smells musky and he wants to feel safe enough to be railed and not be judged for enjoying it so much.

#asks #omegaverse

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morallygreychaoticneutral · 8 months ago

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That's what he said!

I was thinking about what my Tav would have said to Astarion after the Halsin proposition. I was sad to know we didn't have the option to tell Astarion we told him no. I feel like that would have been a great trust bonding moment for them. So i wrote it. Or, I attempted..im not an expert writer.

“You wouldn’t believe the conversation I just had with Halsin.” She says to him in a gossiping tone.

Astarion laughs loud and openly.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this.”

“Did he talk to you about it?” she asks, slightly confused by his reaction.

“I guessed. The man can’t stay quiet about “enjoying the freedom of natures gifts”. Ha ha, I bet he outlaw clothing if he could.”

His pantomime of Halsin calms her nerves.

“Funny you would say that. He did mention something along those lines.”

An awkward pause hangs in the air.

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense darling. What was said exactly?”

“Well, He uh, said that I stirred his heart and he wants more than to just sit by the fire with me.”

The heat was creeping up in her face. It was one thing to have heard it from Halsin, but to repeat it to Astarion had her embarrassed.

He smiles at her.

“I can’t say I blame him. You are quite unique and alluring, darling. And he’s been eyeing you since the grove if you haven’t noticed.”

She had not. She was so wrapped up in helping everyone with their own plights she didn’t even consider it.

“So? What was the outcome of this conversation?” He asks, quickly looking at his nails to distract from the anxiety that flashed across his eyes.

She sees it. Her heart hurts with the idea he thinks she might have agreed. He knows me better than that, doesn’t he?

Desperate to erase that look she reaches for her default disarming tool. Humor.

“I told him to stuff it.” she says, crossing her arms and throwing her nose in the air in a haughty manner.

Astarion’s eyes shift to her as he lifts a brow at her sudden change of attitude.

She smiles wide, nudging him with her elbow. “Get it?! Stuff It. You know, because he’s a bear.”

Astarion rolls his eyes dramatically but smiles despite his attempt to seem annoyed.

“But then...” she says, bringing her index finger to her lips as if deep in thought. “Maybe he thought I wanted him to stuff me…oh no.”

Astarion huffs before leaning in and issuing a warning.

“Best to stay clear of the woods for a bit then.”

Aloria laughs. Pleased to see the anxiety leave his gaze.

“You know I would never do that to you, right?” she asks quietly, throwing every ounce of care into her eyes for him to see.

“If that’s something you want to explore we can. But I’m not making decisions like that without knowing your heart better.”

His face softens at her words for a moment, before darting his eyes past her to check to see if anybody is watching.

“I know. I was being foolish. But thank you for saying it.”

These types of moments are difficult for him. He loves the adoration she lavishes on him but does not like to share it beyond their own private world. She notices his discomfort and redirects the conversation back to playful banter.

“I mean, not after all the hard work you put into scent marking me.” she says, closing the distance between them, walking her fingers up his chest and gently tapping the end of his nose.

His nose scrunches in response.

“What?”

“Halsin said your scent lingers on my skin. He says I smell like you.” She rests her chin on his chest. Her eyes hold his lovingly.

“I….well..you do tend to steal my shirt to sleep in. It’s hardly my fault.”

Aloria runs the backs of her hands lightly over the fabric of his vest. “Do you know what you smell like?”

He stares down at her, confused about the odd choice of topic. “Of course I am aware of what I smell like. I make it myself.”

“No, not your perfume, just you.”

Astarion’s face scrunches again. “Undead, obviously. What are you getting at?”

Aloria grabs him by the lapels. Quickly lifting on her toes and pulling him forward to bury her nose in his neck and takes an obnoxiously loud snuff of his skin.

Astarion barks out a clipped giggle before clearing his throat and feigning annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

She hums against his throat. “Mmmmm danger, and sweetness and ..wait ..is that a hint of arrogance? Or is that sarcasm?”.

She makes a show of snuffing him again. “Ooo, I think that is definitely sarcasm. Spicy!”

Astarion begins to playfully push her away, but not before she quickly presses her lips close to his ear. Whispering this time so no one nearby can catch what she says.

“You smell like the air after it rains on parched ground. Like the deep earth of a root cellar. Like ancient undiscovered places. Quiet and metallic. I like it. I like it very much.” Driving the message home by gently running the end of her nose along the edge of his ear.

Astarion’s shoulders drop as he turns his head to catch her eyes as she pulls away. The seriousness of her confession understood under the guise of playfulness. These moments were theirs and theirs alone.

She smiles wide, then smashes her lips against his cheek, kissing him with an audible smack.

He tuts, resuming to push her away and wave her off with a flourish of his hands.

She begins to walk away, but turns, jutting her hip out and running her hand dramatically over her ass and biting her lower lip at him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, darling.” He says salaciously.

She laughs and walks away to check on the other companions for the night.

“Hey, what’s burning?!” she shouts loudly watching as Gale scrambles to check the pot that is in fact, not burning.

#astarion #baulders gate 3 #my headcanons #my story #relationship dynamics

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 year ago

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Thanks to the Amortentia - S.Snape

Summary - When Y/N goes to fetch her cloak back from Severus, she is overwhelmed by the scent of him in the dungeons. Turns out that the students are brewing amortentia, giving away her affections for the broody professor.

Pairings - Severus Snape x Fem!Professor!Reader

Warnings - Embarrassment, female reader, use of Y/N, mentions of bets

Author's Note - She's finally here! I know it took me a little while to write this but school and work have been kicking my ass lately. I was supposed to get this done yesterday because I was supposed to have a half day at work but that turned to be a full day instead. Fingers crossed that I'll be back to writing more consistently soon!

Based off this requests from @acupnoodle thanks for the request!!

Expect delays in my posting! My semester has started and I am taking 4 classes! Please be patient with me!

My requests are open!

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Feedback is welcomed and encouraged

Enjoy!

After working so closely with Severus Snape, the scent of the man was something she was used to, the smell of old books, wine and something uniquely Severus. Because she was the only professor in the school that grew the ingredients he needed for potions, the two had formed an unlikely friendship. One that the students and fellow professors thought was strange.

She had realized that she had left her warm cloak in his office the night before, finding her way to the dungeons to grab it. The second she stepped foot in the dungeons, she smelt Severus, a very strong scent of Severus. She made her way to the potions classroom, seeing the students leaning over their cauldrons as she walked in. Her head was beginning to hurt because of how strong the smell was.

“The whole dungeon smells like you, Sev! It’s giving me a headache!” She said loudly as she approached the man.

“Here’s your cloak, you left it on my desk last night,” He handed her the cloak with a slight smirk on his face, “The students are brewing amorentia today.”

She felt her heart pick up speed and heat rush to her face, she muttered a quick thank you before fleeing the room. The students were all in shock as to what they had just witnessed. One brave soul, Mattheo Riddle, raised his hand, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Yes, Mr. Riddle,” Severus sighed, knowing what the boy was going to ask just by the look on his face.

“What do you smell, professor?”

“None of your business, get back to brewing.”

In reality, Severus was in bliss at the smell in the room, it was earthy and floral with a little bit of something sweet hiding behind the other scents. He felt bad for embarrassing her so he chased after her although he knew that leaving the class was a terrible idea. “Y/N! Come back!” He shouted to her retreating body. She had stopped short, turning around and slowly made her way back to him. By the time she had reached him, he had a full blown grin on his face.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to make fun of me because I don’t think I can handle that,” She pleaded quietly, looking down at her feet.

“Can you look at me please?” He asked her, but she shook her head, refusing to look up. He gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger and guided her head to look up at him. “I smell you too.”

“You do?” Her face had lit up with excitement, a smile reaching her lips.

“I do,” Severus admitted, “Meet me in our spot tonight? So we can have a proper date?”

“I’ll be there, Sev,” She smiled, kissing his cheek before skipping her way back to her own classroom. He turned back to his class, a gentle smile still gracing his face until he noticed all of the students at the doorway, having listened to every word the two had said to each other. His smile quickly dropped, stepping back into his usual attitude.

“Get back to your seats,” He droned to the students, all of them scurrying back to their spots like roaches, “10 points will be taken from each of your houses for listening in on a conversation between professors.”

By the time dinner came around, the whole school had known that the two professors fancied each other. Most of the other professors had already known how the two felt before confessing. It was the talk of the castle for the remainder of the year, the potions students bragging to the other students that they got to witness what had happened between the pair.

Multiple students had won bets, many had lost and even some professors had won. But in the end, it was really Severus and Y/N who had won, finally confessing their feelings all thanks to the amortentia.

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#harry potter #severus snape x reader #professor snape #pro snape #severus snape #snape #request #snape love #severus snape imagine #pro severus snape #severus #severus snape fandom

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snowfires · 5 months ago

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Hello! Really like your fic and especially the last chapter! Really enjoyed how you wrapped up that arc :). Also wanted to ask a question, what would they all do if they saw an alternate version of Reader when on a job? Like really similar to her. (after getting into an relationship with her)

Can’t wait for the next chapter <3

Thank you so much!!

As for your question… Ooo. This is a situation that almost all of the boys would find disturbing. Of course, Reader is incredibly unique and has a soul that they’d be unlikely to see anywhere else (for reasons currently unrevealed). But if they ran into someone that looked very similar to her on a job…

Dust would pull her soul out, just to check. This person’s soul isn’t nearly as beautiful as yours. And on closer inspection, they aren’t even an alternate version of you… just similar. He’d go for the kill, same as any other mission… but stop himself and retreat home instead. Imagining you with that look on your face unsettles him. Imagining killing you terrifies him. He spends days afterwards refusing to leave your side.

Killer is initially fascinated. This person looks so much like you—is it an alternate version? But his attitude quickly sours at the thought. He hates being seen as just another Sans, and has now learnt he hates the thought of you being just another alternate version of some unknown human. You’re not. You’re unique. Your soul is unique. You’re an outcode, a voiding… And this is some random human that doesn’t even totally look like you on closer inspection.

If the mission he’s on requires killing, he goes through with it. Why hesitate to eliminate someone that’s just strings of code?

Cross worries that it is you, at first. Many of their missions are dangerous… if you wanted to come, why wouldn’t you ask him to act as your escort? He finds no greater pleasure than staying by his lover’s side, protecting you. When he realizes it’s just someone who looks similar he relaxes and leaves. He’s not going to kill someone who looks like you (and rarely does killing on missions unless it’s absolutely necessary).

Afterwards, he thinks about it for a while. Did a creator copy someone else to create you, in the same way he was created? Are you an amalgamation of different humans from different timelines? In the end, it doesn’t matter. There might be other versions of you both out there, but you are unique creations with your own lives. He’s Cross, and you’re you.

Horror spends most of his missions out on supply runs nowadays. Finding a human that looks so similar to his datemate was not something he ever planned on. Unlike the others, he doesn’t think it’s you for a second. You wouldn’t wear those clothes, you don’t walk in that same way, and you constantly smell like lavender, waterhyssop, and chamomile— all scents that this woman lacks entirely. He’s not bothered to even take a closer look. Though, being reminded of you means he’s sure to pick up your favourite things to bring home.

Nightmare finds this interesting. Once he’s in a relationship with you, he can sense you almost as well as he can sense his brother. He knows your soul like he knows his own. This isn’t you… but she does look like you. Looks can be deceiving, however. He may look like a Sans, but he is anything but. You may look similar to this woman, but you are the rarest of jewels by comparison.

It does make him wonder, though. It has been so long since he’s seen a soul like your own... He needs to go to his library and look into the situation again. After all, he should know everything there is to know about his beloved’s soul type.

Error’s entire (self-appointed) job is destroying anomalies. You’re his anomaly, so he allows you to exist (he loves you). What he doesn’t like, is some copy-cat version of you existing, regardless of whether that human is actually an alternate version of you or not. So he does what he does best. If he hasn’t made a deal with Nightmare regarding this universe he might destroy the whole thing as well. If he has made a deal with Nightmare… 50/50 chance he destroys it anyways.

#lcitn asks #scenarios #lcitn bad sanses #Killer does not consider most people as real at this point #Outcodes? usually pretty real #Cats and other animals? cute and real #His found family? real #Random doppelgänger reader? not real and offensive

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pinkslipxox · 7 months ago

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Miko with a gf that's very into things like meditation, journaling, yoga & just in her spiritual girly era 🥹 por favor nena

hola mi amor!!! Ahhh omg yes, hope you like it 🤗🙈

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You step into your cozy living room, the soft light filtering through the sheer curtains and casting a warm glow on the space. The aroma of sandalwood incense mingles with the faint scent of lavender, creating an atmosphere of tranquility that calms your spirit. On the low coffee table sits your vibrant journal, filled with the musings of your mind, and your meditation cushion is perfectly placed in the corner, a reminder of the peaceful routines you’ve cultivated.

As you settle onto the plush couch, you can hear the familiar sound of music drifting from the bedroom. It's Miko, your girlfriend, and she’s in her element, her flow and energy electrifying the atmosphere as she practices her rhymes. You smile to yourself, proud of her fierce persona as a rapper, yet utterly charmed by the softer side she only shows you.

Moments later, Miko appears in the doorway, her sharp features softened by a playful grin. Dressed in a loose tank top and sweatpants, her tattoos peek out tantalizingly, each marking a story of strength and defiance.

“¿Qué pasa, pequeña?” she asks, leaning against the frame with an effortless coolness that makes your heart race.

You look up from your cushion, the corner of your mouth turning up in delight. “Just meditating a little before I journal,” you reply, your voice light and filled with warmth.

“Really? You gonna write about how cute I am?” Miko teases, strutting over to you with a swagger that’s so uniquely hers. But as she gets closer, her demeanor shifts, the sweet affection taking over as she lowers herself next to you. Her muscular arms surround you, pulling you into her embrace, while her chin rests gently atop your head.

“Always,” you giggle, feeling the comfort of her presence wash over you.

“Good,” she replies, her breath warm against your hair. “I want you to remember that siempre, okay? You’re my everything.”

You lean back into her, feeling her strength and softness envelop you. Miko’s fingers brush your hair away from your neck, and she places gentle kisses against your skin, each one igniting butterflies in your stomach. You melt into her touch, the world outside fading away until it’s just the two of you.

“Tú eres tan hermosa, mami,” she murmurs in Spanglish, her voice laced with adoration.

“Thank you, Miko. You make me feel beautiful,” you whisper, your heart swelling with affection.

“Duh, how could I not? Look at you!” she replies, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, her expression softening even more. You can see the love reflected in her gaze, and it makes you feel safe and cherished. “I love seeing you in your spiritual girly era,” Miko adds, her voice playful yet sincere. She continues to cradle you, her tattooed hands gently caressing your arms. “But you know what? You don’t gotta change for me. I love the badass, spiritual goddess that you are.”

You chuckle, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest. “I know, and I love the way you support me, even with all your hype and attitude.”

“Always,” she promises, planting another kiss, this time right at the nape of your neck, making you shiver slightly. “Now, how about we mix some meditative vibes with a little rap session? I can drop some bars while you get your inner zen on.”

You laugh, shaking your head at her energetic suggestion. “As if I could meditate with you spitting fire right next to me.”

“Challenge accepted, baby,” Miko teases. With a playful glint in her eye, she pulls you closer, her body a comforting wall of strength. “But for real, let’s find some balance. You teach me all about that yoga flow, and I’ll show you how to bring the heat with some sick beats.”

You nod, your spirit soaring at the thought of merging your worlds, sharing each other's passions. “I’d love that.”

As the two of you sit intertwined on the couch, the essence of your contrasting lives creates a beautiful harmony, each moment together carving out an unbreakable bond. You rest your head against her shoulder, feeling her rhythm pulse through you effortlessly, knowing that in her arms, you’ve found your sanctuary, and in her love, the freedom to be unapologetically yourself—both spiritual goddess and fierce rap queen.

#young miko #young miko x fem!reader #young miko x y/n #young miko blurb #young miko x reader #young miko fic #young miko imagine #young miko x you #young miko fanfiction #young miko fluff

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milla-frenchy · 2 years ago

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Roads part 7

6k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist Chapt summary: you and Joel's paths cross again, 3 years after the breakup Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity (+ "phone infidelity"), spitting, oral (f/m receving), unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, creampie, ball sucking, cum eating, angst, flashbacks a/n: last chapter of the series. Thank you so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog ❤️❤️❤️ Not only for beta-ing me, but for helping me with this last chapter. I struggled a lot with this one. I love you bébé 🫶💕 Spotify playlist | Series masterlist

Part 6

You froze when you heard him. You had prepared yourself for the idea of possibly meeting him near Tommy and Maria's house, but not here, in front of the hotel.

You felt your heart racing and your mind thinking about a hundred things at the same time. And the longer you waited, the worse it got.

You wanted to stare at him straight away. Show that the three years were enough to get over him. You took a breath and turned,

“Hey, Joel.”

He smiled warmly.

And of course, he was still as handsome as ever.

Of course, his brown curls, his brown eyes, his dimples were beautiful as always.

Of course, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his biceps and showed off his broad shoulders.

Fuck… you thought.

It took all the energy you could muster to pull yourself together.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

Of course, his voice was as deep and drawling as ever. Fuck.

You smiled, “I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m fine. So glad to see ya."

He took a step closer, and you said “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah…I guess.”

You stayed for a few seconds without speaking, and then you said to him “well...”

“Wait,” he replied. You didn’t move, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Do you wanna have a drink with me?”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the proposition.

“A drink?”, you repeated.

“We have a lot to talk about”, he said, still smiling.

You felt your answer coming, and you thought it might be the worst idea of your life. You saw yourself years ago, at home, when your hands had brushed each other’s for the first time, and you hadn’t been able to resist temptation.

"That's true. Okay, fine."

"Is tomorrow ok? Coffee, my place at 10am?"

"Sure. Do you still live in the same place?"

"I sure do. See you tomorrow, then, sweetheart."

“See you tomorrow, Joel.”

You entered the hotel, and as you walked down the lobby, you were relieved that he hadn't suggested going to a pub. You didn't want to see any familiar people there. Yet you weren’t sure about coming back to his place.

The next day, at 10 a.m., you knocked at his door. You had arrived a few minutes before, trying to prepare for this coming moment. You hadn't slept well, hesitating for a long time to go. You knew the emotional risk you were taking, but every piece of evidence that this was a bad idea was washed away by this damn inability to resist temptation. To resist the urge to know what was going to happen. Aware that this moment could hurt you.

He opened the door, smiled at you, and said “Always so punctual.”

You kissed each other on the cheeks, and his scent - not just his scent, but his smell - reached your nostrils.

“Come on in, please.”

You entered. Nothing had changed in the living room. Your photo was still there. You didn't know what to think about it. You sat down on the couch.

“So how are you doing, sweetheart?”

"I'm doing well. The work is great, things are going very well." You bit your lip, aware of what your sentence implied. You had been at his house for a few minutes and his calm and controlling attitude was taking power over you. You tried to regain control of yourself.

“And how is your work going?”

"Very good. The business is successful. We have several projects underway and some others planned."

"I'm happy for you and Tommy."

He smiled, and asked “Coffee?”

“Yeah sure.”

He went into the kitchen and you felt very uncomfortable. When he came back, you could hear the coffee running in the coffee maker.

"Huh, listen... I don't know if it's a good idea to be here. I don't know why I'm here actually. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude but... I was surprised by your invitation and I don’t know how to act now.”

“'m sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I was happy to see you and… I imagine a lot of memories came back. And… you know I always loved… enjoyed our conversations. I couldn't help but offer you a coffee, so we could talk a little. Is that okay?”

You were definitely NOT ok. Your hands were shaking and he saw it.

“Oh, sweetheart! I’m sorry I-”

“No, that’s ok,” you smiled sadly.

“Let me bring the coffee.”

You stayed on the couch, stunned. You couldn’t believe how terrible your handling of the situation was. Everything inside you collapsed, and you watched the scene helplessly.

Your phone rang but he didn't hear you answer. When he came back, you were heading towards the front door.

“I’m sorry Joel I… it was a mistake to come here. I should go.”

“No, darlin’, please.”

“Don’t call me that.” There was only desperation in your voice. The feeling of having betrayed yourself by coming to his house, knowing full well that it was a bad idea. It was even worse than you could have imagined, your weakness made you want to vomit.

He grabbed your wrist as you turned towards the door and you didn’t even try to push him away. You turned towards him, face down, and he saw a tear running down your cheek.

“Oh, baby...”

He took you in his arms. You wanted to pull away but he tightened his grip. Not too strong. Not forced. Just enough to make you understand that he really, sincerely wanted to console you.

You finally released the tension, letting yourself go into his arms and hugging his waist with yours. Then you pulled away, and he let you step back.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, Joel. It makes me emotional to see you. I thought I would have handled it better.”

He took your face in his hands and raised it to his. The feeling felt so familiar to you that you didn't even think about stopping his action.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. You know I didn't come across you by chance. I wanted to see you. Not to hurt you. I knew it was now or never. I have never gone against your wish not to contact you. And when I let some time pass, at the time, and I wanted to go to your house - even if you wouldn't have liked it - I found it empty. No curtains on the windows. You were gone, and I felt empty. Although I understood that you needed to cut ties with everything. As you can see, I acted differently.” He moved his head scanning the room, finally stopping at the photo of the two of you on the sideboard.

You were lost. So lost. It would be so easy to let go of everything, let go of your fears, forget why you broke up. Kiss him. You were intoxicated with him, and it came back so quickly. As if you had seen each other the day before, still being together. You wanted to let him comfort you, let his arms wrap around you, listen to everything he had to say. Whatever song it would be. Anything that would make you feel good, right now. But flashbacks hit your thoughts, and hit your heart. There was no point in lying to yourself about the ambivalence of your feelings right away. There was no point making him believe you were strong, that you no longer felt anything. He must have felt the opposite 2 minutes after you entered his home. So you played the transparency card, because you knew that despite your history, he could hear it, and there was no point in lying to him. Not when you were face to face, your cheeks in his hands again, and his deep gaze on you.

“Listen, Joel... Our break up has been really hard for me. I'm sorry I didn't want to show you all that. I'm such a mess right now and I don't have the right to show you that side. So that's why it would be better if I left."

"Don't say that, please. Please don't leave. I know that our break up has been brutal. I've been a coward, you were right. I was so afraid of my feelings that I didn't know what else to do. All this time I haven’t been able to forget you."

"Stop it, please."

Your phone rang again.

"You wanna answer?"

You shook your head.

"Listen. I'm not trying to hurt you. I never wanted to. Can we just... spend the morning ? And talk?"

"It's not a good idea."

"I miss you."

"Fuck, no. Don't tell me that. You… you don't have the right to tell me that. You ended our relationship. You had your reasons, and it happened. But don't tell me that.”

“I ended it not because I didn't love you anymore. I did it because I loved you too much.”

“It's fucking bullshit, Joel. It’s immature as fuck. I thought so then and I still think so now.”

You shook your head. “It’s pointless.” You pulled away from him and he grabbed your wrist again.

“Fuck, Joel…I’ve been through hell. I can't go back there.”

He removed his hand, but said “I’ll let you go, if I’m sure that’s what you want.”

"Excuse me?"

“I hear what you say to me, but I feel something else. Your body, and your heart, say the exact opposite of what your mind says. And… right now, I just wanna hold you against me.”

“Are you mad? After what I just told you? Don’t you even care?”

He approached slowly, and placed his hand on your cheek. Without you backing down.

“Joel?”

“Stronger than me, sweetheart.”

He placed his hand on your lower back, and kissed you gently before pulling back and saying again, “I can’t help myself,” in a soft voice. “I hear what you say to me, but I see the way your body reacts. Your mind speaks, but so does your heart. And they say the opposite. I'm not trying to trick you. But what we had is still there. You feel it too, don’t you? You’re fighting it, but you feel it.”

You stared at each other and felt a tear run down your cheek. He wiped it with his thumb.

“Remember when you used to ask me who I belonged to when we fucked, Joel? That no one could fuck me like you? You were right. No one can. How pathetic is that?”

“It’s the same for me, darlin’.”

He kissed you again, and after a few seconds you placed your hand on his neck before pressing yourself against him.

“You’re gonna break my heart again”, you said.

“I don’t wanna do that. Trust me, baby, ok?”

He took your hand and you said “Joel… Besides what I told you, there is something else. I am not single. Part of me doesn't care, obviously.”

“Is it serious? Or is it someone I know?”

He couldn't say his name.

“Someone you know.”

He frowned and took your hand. “We’ll talk and deal with it later.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

"No. I haven't been since you. Nothing serious.”

You looked at him, and you knew that it was over for you. He was right. Your mind and your heart were polar opposites, and your mind was no longer a match. You wanted to feel him against you. Feel his reassuring embrace. You wanted to feel his mouth and his hands on you. The consequences didn't matter, just as in the beginning of your relationship.

He held out his hand to you and you slipped into his arms. Nose in his neck. You thought you'd never smell him again. Never feel his skin under your fingers again. His hands on your back.

You couldn't stop him anymore. Couldn’t stop you either. The memories were rushing through your head. The good ones, and there were a lot of them.

You kissed, and when you pulled away from him, you took his hand and looked at him, before leading him towards his bedroom.

Once in the room, you placed your phone on the nightstand. The photo you took one morning was still there. He reached for you and held you in his arms. You felt his cock against you. Hard. You groaned. The sensation made your panties immediately wet. God, how much you missed it.

“I need to feel you, baby, I really, really missed you. When I saw you yesterday, my heart leapt in my chest. I need to touch you and kiss you. Is that okay?”

In response, you put your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck again, before rubbing your cheek against his.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

He hugged you tighter against him again. Joel's heart was on the verge of implosion. He took your hand in his before placing it against his chest. “You feel that?”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

He looked at you and stroked your hair. He kissed your forehead then your cheek. He looked at you again, to check how you were doing. But you had switched. You just wanted to feel good, right away.

“Kiss me,” you said.

And he kissed you. Slowly, like you were a lost treasure that he had just found. And you breathed each other. You brushed your noses together, to remember the sensations from before. He looked at you, and you were so fragile in that moment.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.”

You looked at each other intensely and he hugged you again. You pressed your pussy against his cock. And the physical tension rose, strong.

He took off your shirt, then his own, before holding you against him and feeling your skin. He removed your bra and took your breasts in his hands, caressing them gently. His mouth came down to take one of your nipples, and you slipped your hands into his hair, moaning.

Then he stepped back, and took off his jeans and boxers at the same time. You looked down and gasped when you saw his cock again. His big cock, which had made you cum so many times.

You were unable to move, so he came closer to you and took off your pants.

He left your panties on, first. He looked at you, kneeling in front of you and you caressed his cheek.

He placed a kiss on your pussy, covered by your panties. You shook.

He slid your panties down your legs before removing them completely. His nose slipped between your folds, before coming to caress your clit.

“Fuck,” you said. “Joel….”

“Shhh, baby,” he replied, before getting up and leading you to the bed, holding your hand. He asked you to lie down then settled himself between your legs and placed his hand against your pussy, feeling its warmth and wetness. He swallowed and said “Fuck, sweetheart… can’t believe I’m gonna eat you again.”

He placed his large hands on the inside of your thighs and pressed them so that you spread them even further. You were completely open, your pussy glistening with your wetness.

He grunted and said “Fuck. You’re so fuckin' soaked.”

His mouth came to rest against your hole, and as he breathed through his nose, his tongue slipped inside your folds. You instantly arched your back, finding that familiar feeling again. No mouth, no tongue, could fuck you as well as he did. And in that moment, it didn't make you sad anymore. You were just enjoying the thousand sensations coursing through your body. You tried to press your thighs even more against the bed, to open yourself even more. Letting him search every corner of you. Giving him as much access as possible.

He licked your clit gently, with the tip of his tongue, while his hands held your pussy open in the filthiest way possible.

He pulled back to look at your pussy. “God I missed it, baby. So much. You taste so good.”

He ran his tongue from your hole to your clit, collecting all the wetness he could. “Fuck…”

He became more and more feral, not knowing if he wanted to focus on your clit or your wet hole. He alternated between the two of them, until he slipped a finger into your pussy, and added his tongue at the same time, fucking you with both of them, spreading you open with his hand.

“You missed it, baby?”

“Yeah… yeah I missed it, Joel.”

He added a second finger, before focusing his tongue on your clit. He heard your breathing quicken. Your hands, caught in his hair, contracted more and more.

“Be a good girl for me, come on my tongue”, he murmured.

He fucked you faster with his fingers, held his mouth around your clit and swirled his tongue around and over it, until the orgasm gripped you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you dug your nails into his scalp, saying “oh my god…fuck.” He removed his fingers from your hole and replaced them with his tongue, lapping up all of your wetness until your spasms stopped.

He kissed you, and slid his fingers between your lips. Your tongues sought each other between his fingers.

"I'm gonna fuck you now baby."

“Wait… I wanna taste you too.”

"Later baby, ok? Later I'll fuck this pretty mouth. But right now I wanna fuck your pussy. My cock wanna hear your pussy screaming for it."

You looked at him and nodded.

He lined himself up at the entrance to your pussy, and pressed gently to get his tip inside. You gasped, at the feeling of his thick cock entering you.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“Yeah baby, don’t worry. I can take it.”

He nodded, and pushed again, gently, without stopping. Inch by inch, his gaze boring into yours the whole time. Until he hit the bottom. He kissed you, cock buried deep in your pussy.

Then he pulled back slowly, before thrusting in again, harder. You felt his balls tapping against your pussy. He hooked his arms under your shoulders, using them as leverage to fuck you harder. You moaned into his ear, your arms wrapped around him.

Your phone rang again. He watched the name appear and frowned as you turned your face towards him.

“Answer”, he growled.

"What?"

"We don't want him to worry about you, baby. Right? Pick up, and tell him you're ok."

It was fucking twisted, you knew it. But his possessive side was turning you on. So you picked up.

"Hello?" "Hey, love. I was worried, couldn't reach you. Are you ok?" Joel grabbed your chin with his hand making you look at him. “Y…Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry,” you said. Joel put his hand over your mouth and pounded you, eyes fixed on yours. It was his way of making you understand that after all these years, you were still his. And you couldn't deny it. The minute he fucked you again, you knew it too. You could never belong to someone else as you belonged to him. As you were his. You were dazed and didn't even try to remove his hand or to make him understand that he had to stop, that it was fucked up. You barely heard what Stefan was saying to you. Joel slowed down and then removed his hand. “Sorry, what?” you said. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Joel had his hand back on your mouth and was pounding you again, harder. Looking at you so intensely. Then he removed his hand again and gestured for you to answer your boyfriend. “Yeah. Sorry I'm at Tommy and Maria's. I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay, love. Be safe.” He hung up.

“Fuck, Joel…”

“Now he won’t worry anymore.”

His eyes were darker than ever. He kissed you then withdrew almost entirely, before sinking into you all the way. You groaned.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

You wet your finger in your mouth before rubbing your clit, while he moved away to look at your finger, and your bodies which were one.

“Joel… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Together, baby.”

You nodded. And you came together, his cock buried in your pussy. You barely heard him say “Good Girl. My fuckin… good girl.”

He stayed inside you, wanting to feel you as long as possible, and said “Jesus, baby….”

He finally pulled out and lay against you, holding you in his arms.

“God, it feels like yesterday.” You looked at each other and smiled.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, without speaking. Then you said softly “I’ve never cheated before.” He took your chin in his hand to lift your face and kissed you.

“I know. I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“Really?”

He looked at you like you were setting a trap for him then he sighed before replying “I know I was an ass about him. That I didn't handle things the right way. Tommy told me about him and said you smiled less around him. I imagine that played a role.”

“I didn’t know he told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t say I wouldn’t have acted the way I did, in any case.”

You ended up falling asleep. As if finding yourself had made all your senses relax, all the tensions in your bodies dissipate. He woke up a couple hours later, the rays of the early afternoon sun warming the room. He was alone in the bed. He got up, and entering the living room, he saw you lying on the sofa, facing the window, under a blanket.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah…I got thirsty and fell in love with the view. Again."

“Can’t blame you. May I?”

"Sure."

You sat up to make room for him and he sat behind you, his arm draping over your chest so you leaned against him. You were both naked.

Both of you were looking at the window, the wind was making the branches of the trees dance.

He stroked your arm gently, and rolled your hair between his fingers.

You didn’t speak, just enjoying the moment.

Then you stood up and held out your hand, asking him to go back to the bedroom with you. He followed you as you walked before him. His gaze landed on your ass and his already semi hard cock became hard instantly.

Once in the bedroom, you turned around and saw his eyes on your ass, then on your pussy. You saw his erected cock. You stared at each other.

“Lie down on the bed,” you told him.

Once he was lying down, you came to straddle him, grabbed his cock in your hand and impaled yourself on it in one go, slowly.

“Oh, god,” you said, “Your cock is so fucking thick, Joel.”

He looked at you, biting his lip, hands on your hips. In love. As if you two never broke up.

You leaned towards him and pressed his chin to make him open his mouth. You continued to roll your hips, riding him. Your eyes fixed on his, you made your saliva drip into his mouth. “Fuck babe… I love that”, he said after swallowing it. You heard him moan as your tongue entered his mouth and caressed his.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so good… I missed you so much.”

“Joel…we’re not…”

“I know, baby. I know.”

You didn’t know how to handle these words, which already called for an “after”. You didn’t want to think about “after”.

You tilted your pelvis so that your clit rubbed against his lower stomach, and you grabbed his cheeks in your hands before kissing him. You moaned into his mouth. He caught your tongue between his lips and sucked on it, before releasing it and nibbling your upper lip.

You straightened your torso to stand up straight, and for his cock to go deeper inside you. His hands, previously placed on your hips, came to cover your breasts.

“Touch me Joel, please.”

He placed his thumb against your clit and twirled it under his finger, and you placed one of your hands on one breast, and the other on his own hand, still covering your breast.

“Oh Joel…”

“Come for me, I got ya. You’re doing so well, darlin’.”

Your upcoming orgasm washed over you even faster, hearing him. Unable to continue your movements, he took over, rolling his hips gently while you came, collapsing on his chest.

“I wanna fuck you rough now, baby. On all fours.”

“You’re so beautiful, baby…” he said, watching you on your hands and knees.

He took his cock in his hand, before pressing it against your pussy. He hesitated and pulled back, before coming to lick you from your pussy to your asshole. You groaned, and bent your elbows, resting on your forearms with your ass in the air. Giving him free access.

You heard him groan too, as he spread your ass cheeks with his hands and continued to lick you up and down. Then, lingering more and more on your ass.

“You missed that too, baby?”

“Yeah… continue, please. Get your tongue in my ass, Joel.”

He focused on your ass, pressing his tongue against it then working it in little by little.

“I can’t wait any longer sweetheart…need to fuck you.”

He came to position himself at the entrance to your pussy and penetrated you suddenly, his hands clinging to your hips. In one go, as he loved to do. And how you loved it too, in a way that left you breathless.

He dropped his saliva onto your ass, watching the thin stream slide down to your ring. He pressed it in with his thumb and pushed his first knuckle into you.

You bit the pillow from the sensations you felt.

“You’re gonna give me another darlin’,” he told you.

“I…I don’t know if I can, Joel.”

“Of course you can, baby.”

He slid his hand up to reach your clit, and changed the angle as he fucked you, to tap against your G spot. He was fucking you so rough, so hard and deep.

“Fuck…damn, Joel.”

The emotions you felt began to overwhelm you and you were no longer able to formalize what you felt, unable to articulate meaningful words.

“Oh, baby… I missed fucking you stupid like that. Come on my cock baby. Now. Come for me.”

His voice was softer and lower than ever. You released yourself, and even though you thought you wouldn't make it, another orgasm was coming.

“Fuck yeah baby… I knew you could give me another one. Come on baby. Come on my fucking cock.”

He began to spurt his cum into you, his spasms triggering your own orgasm. The spasms of your pussy milked his cock as he stayed buried as deep as possible inside you.

Both of you showered, like you did before, so often. Washing each other. You slid his cock into your soap covered hand. You ran your hand between his balls, eyes fixed on him.

The rest of the day passed with you talking, sitting on the couch. About Sarah, your job, your apartment. You didn't mention the rest. Not your feelings, not what would happen next. Joel asked you if you wanted to sleep at his place and you went to the bedroom, even though it was still early. You faced each other, his hand resting on your hip.

“You promised me something this morning,” you told him, as you gently pressed his shoulder so that he rolled onto his back.

“Take what you want from me, sweetheart.”

You smiled, as you settled down, your head between his legs. You took his cock in your hand before jerking him off. “I missed that cock, baby”, before adding “I want what’s mine.”

He looked at you, with dark eyes, and he placed his hand on yours, accompanying your movement.

You looked at him before running your tongue over his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. You swallowed, getting his salty taste in your throat, before placing your lips around the tip of his cock.

You sucked on him, your mouth moving further and further down his shaft. His hand remained placed on yours.

“I missed your mouth, baby. No one can blow me so good.”

You groaned, hearing him, trying to freeze the thought in his mind. You looked at him before coming to caress his balls with your free hand. You released your mouth from his cock and ran your tongue from the top to the bottom of his shaft. You swallowed one ball with your lips, continuing to jerk him, before moving on to the other.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he said.

“You’re gonna come in my mouth, baby?”

“Yeah… gonna ruin your mouth with my load.”

“Go on, Joel. Fill my mouth.”

You took him back in your mouth and let him jerk off, the tip resting on your tongue.

“Fuck… Fuck, baby… I’m gonna fill your mouth. Such a good girl for me. I want you to swallow all of it, OK?"

You stuck out your tongue even more visibly and waited.

“Fuck… I’m gonna… Oh god…”

Cum spurted out against the back of your throat. You closed your lips around his cock and kept your eyes fixed on him as you swallowed every last drop.

“Fucking hell, babe…come here.”

You crawled towards him to kiss him, mixing your saliva and the rest of his cum. You pressed yourself against him, his arms embracing you.

The sun was setting and the room was filled with darkness.

“We need to talk Joel… I think.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“Like I told you, I went through hell. Literally. I don't want to go back there. The separation that we experienced will happen again. Because things are the same as they were three years ago. So… can we agree that this won’t happen again? We enjoy this moment, and we tell ourselves that it won't happen again.”

“Can we take a moment to slow down? Just… enjoy the moment and talk about it all with a clear head? I don't want it to end, baby. I didn’t do it to let you go. I don’t wanna let you go. Spend the night with me. Please. And we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said.

You were tired, and weren’t sure if discussing it coldly would change things. You didn't know how the root of the problem could go away.

Joel woke up during the night, your place was cold.

He went into the living room, but you weren't there.

He felt his heart tighten and anxiety overcome him as he returned to the bedroom. He saw a paper you left on the nightstand “I can’t. I'm sorry."

You left while he was sleeping. He held his head between his hands, desperate. He knew he really screwed up the day your relationship exploded. He was afraid of everything and thought it would be easier to be apart, to ignore his feelings, and to silence the fear of losing you.

But feelings don't work that way. They always come back to hit us, in the more or less long term. For him, it came back quickly. The time to let go of his fears and let his heart feel again. And he was hurt. Badly.

Having realized his mistake he came to your house a few weeks later. Ready to do anything to get you back. As he parked in front of your house, he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. The house seemed empty. The mailbox was full of flyers. “No!” he thought. He ran to your window to look into the living room. Empty. He hit the tile and thought he was going to fall to his knees in the street. He ran back to his car and went to Tommy and Maria's house. He pounded on their door until it opened, Tommy in front of him. “Where is she?” Joel asked. Tommy stepped aside to let him pass. “She’s gone, Joel.” Joel grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck, Joel?” Maria shouted. “What do you mean she’s gone?” He wasn't listening. He couldn't listen. Tommy grabbed Joel’s wrists and pulled himself free. Joel's face was twisted in pain. “She’s gone. She couldn’t stay there any longer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because she didn’t want to. And she warned me at the last moment.” "It's impossible.... Tommy… Fuck… Do you have her address?” "No. Not for the moment. And if I had it I wouldn’t give it to you. But Joel… She left the town, and changed jobs.” "What?" “She did everything by herself.” “How long have you known?” "One week. After she moved.” “And you haven’t said anything to me this whole time? It’s a fucking nightmare.” “Really, Joel?” Maria said. Joel looked at her, taken aback. “Are you really surprised that she wanted to put distance between you? That she wanted you to disappear from her life? Are you that blind?” “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything about our story.” “Really, Joel? I know enough to know that you hurt her more than anyone. You hated her ex but he didn’t hurt her. He may have taken away her smile, but you took away her oxygen. You've been way worse to her than anyone.” “Maria!” Tommy said. "That's enough." Joel plopped down on the couch. “Listen, Joel, she made me promise to ask you not to call her. She doesn't want to hear from you anymore. It’s her way of handling things and protecting herself. You have to respect that. It's over."

Your note in his hand, he thought back to that moment at Tommy and Maria's.

The fact that he respected your request. He hadn't contacted you, fearing that you would change your number. He preferred to still have this bond with you, even if he didn't use it.

The days and weeks following your departure, he was a wreck. He threw himself into work, but he never wanted to forget you. He left everything as it was at home. Photos included.

Until yesterday.

Until now. And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go without fighting.

He took his keys and drove to your hotel. Hoping you would still be there.

He knocked on your door. Luckily the number had come up in the conversation the day before. You smiled because it was the same number as the day Tommy and Maria’s baby was born.

“Who’s there?”, you asked.

“It’s me.”

You sighed and opened the door.

“Joel…why are you doing this?” You were tired and sad. You stepped aside to let him in.

“I know I screwed up 3 years ago. We have to burst the abscess. We need to talk about it and tell each other everything.”

“I don’t think there is more to say. You don't want to commit, you're afraid of losing the people you care about. We broke up twice because of this. I don’t want a third time.”

“I am no longer the same. I have changed in the last three years. Our breakup, your departure, they changed me. I realized that you were really gone. That I messed up by not fighting for us.”

“I gave you everything - heart, mind, soul and body. After our breakup I felt empty. When I fuck someone I miss you. What we had. I'm in half of my life and I feel that we missed each other. We crossed, but we missed. It's so fucking sad and pathetic, knowing that I feel empty when I fuck someone, no matter who the person is."

"I won't let you go without doing anything I can this time. I will do everything I can to keep you with me. Can I ask you a question? Without ulterior motives.”

"Yes."

“Why do you say you can't give us another chance, when you and Stefan broke up several times? And now you're back with him again? Why could you try several times with him, and not with me?”

“Because I don’t feel the same for him. I don't risk anything with him, emotionally. It’s meaningless.”

“Is that what you want? Meaningless?”

“No. Of course not. You know it. It's just… easier, in a way. But I would never have got back with him while we were together.”

He nodded.

“I won’t let you go. Not this time,” he murmured.

“It’s… it’s not really up to you.” You hesitated when answering, because of the confidence in his voice.

“I can’t let you go without trying again.”

You sighed.

“I'm fucking exhausted. D'ya wanna go to sleep?”

He didn’t see that coming, but he was glad you proposed. “Sure.”

In bed, you turned on the other side, wearing a shirt and panties.

He didn't want to pressure you so he kept his distance from you and fell asleep. He woke up a few times that night, and he watched you sleep.

He was struggling, not touching you. He fell asleep again.

Once, you woke up when he was sleeping. You looked at him. You were still in love with him. Deeply. You knew it, deep inside. And you were wondering if you shouldn't let go of your decision. If you shouldn't do what your core wanted- go back with him, no matter what.

You wanted to touch his cheek, but you turned on the other side.

You woke up again, a few hours later. He was asleep pressed against you, your back to his chest. His cock rested against your ass, in his boxers. You stroked his hand and heard him groan, as he was waking up. You turned towards him.

“Sorry,” he said. “I must have… hugged you in my sleep.”

“You really wanna fight for us?”

He looked at you intensely. “Yes, sweetheart. I swear."

You hugged him, nuzzling against him. He kissed your forehead.

“Okay,” you said.

You had no certainty. You didn't know what the future would bring. But if you could overcome his demons and yours, you figured it was worth a try.

“Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life”

(Taylor Swift - Don’t blame me”)

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Welcome to MeadowClan

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Swirling mist and glittering starlight greets you as you find yourself in a strangely empty field occupied only by a few shifting shadows and a small breeze. Through this gentle wind, a twinge of distinctly herbal poultice touches your nose and beckons you to follow it. Before long, you find yourself walking into a brown-and-white molly who turns to you with glowing green eyes.

“Ahh, They said that you would be here,” she starts with wry amusement before you could say anything. “Curious about the group I’ve built, are you? Or perhaps you aren’t even aware that this is what you’re here for at all.” She sweeps her tail around you, enveloping you in her scent. Despite the fragrance of many bitter remedies, it wasn’t at all unpleasant. “Riches of the earth are always plentiful whenever I go, so now I am sure that upon feeling my touch the resplendent potential in your heart will blossom within my territory as well. Follow me and let your blessings spread to my lovely orange groves!”

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A soothing zephyr carrying the sweet scent of citrus is the perfect introduction to this clowder. For the ones who make their camp within the thick of an orange field, MeadowClan is the home of aromatic plants and flourishing herbs. This clan has a refined attitude about them and are rarely found to be sick for long when their healers’ den is always well stocked, made prosperous with herbs of their own and those pruned from the twoleg gardens which surround them. Due to this community bonded by vibrancy and a focused goal, MeadowClan is found to be closely knit together. All roles work directly in tandem with each other on a regular basis, making the Clan’s high ranks, elders, and warriors all equal positions within their clans. Knowledge is held in higher regard than any title ever could for these cats, and they believe every cat has something to learn from someone else, and as such they should never limit their potential growth— much like the flora they foster. Nothing quite shows off this close relationship better than the harvest season for crops right before leaf-bare hits, where all cats must communicate at their most precise to ensure their clan is stocked with all they could possibly need to prepare for the upcoming cold as their territory will be left with much less. With open, rolling fields burgeoning with wheat or corn and flowers in plentiful boughs among the groves, gardens, and valley, it is often that MeadowClan cats find themselves with some variety of beautiful plant making home in their fur.

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Each of the Clans within this territory, all with their own methods for survival, have developed unique roles for each of their members to grow into as they undergo their training and become warriors within the clan. While all warriors will hunt and defend their territory, these specialized roles play a huge part in maintaining the prosperity of their respective Clan. Within MeadowClan, a warrior can find themselves becoming a balancer, harvester, or fielder.

The first of these roles, balancers, are those who handle the pests within their gardens plenty. Cats fulfilling this role are often particularly witty and quick on their paws, specializing in agility. With such importance placed on maintaining the superior condition of MeadowClan’s flora, it is of utmost imperative that other critters are not able to feed upon their beloved plants. This is where balancers shine, doubling both as a vigilant pest control and skillful hunters. Their ample maneuverability makes these cats fast and accurate, able to locate and capture any rabbits, mice, snails, and even bugs which attempt to evade their path. These pests also make their way into the diet of the clan, presenting a helpful food source among the rest of the bountiful harvest that this Clan is accustomed to. If any cat is needed to explain the ways of these pesky creatures, balancers are always there and ready to help.

Following this are the harvesters, cats with admirable dedication for their craft. They keep close track of the innumerable schedules involving everything they could need for their flora’s care, providing it swiftly and to the most fulfilling extent whenever it is required. Whether it is managing the water supply for their crops, crafting fertilizer from the carefully managed compost depository, or general upkeep and pruning, these cats are always found with their crops and it is almost impossible to pry them away. Without these cats putting their all into what they do and focusing their full attention upon their precious plants, MeadowClan wouldn’t stand as prosperously as it does today.

However both of these roles wouldn’t be able to fulfill their duties properly without the sharp eyed fielders; cats who monitor the movements involving anything within their fields. As the fastest cats within all the territories, they work tirelessly to make sure that any twoleg or tractor activity is known at all times and are always ready to rush off and alert others if there is a threat present which may potentially harm their clanmates. They must be prepared to act at a moment's notice, trained in making quick calls out on the field to ensure everyone’s safety. Fielders also act as excellent messengers, racing to relay information from the fields to the camp to the gardens and then back again. While training is particularly rigorous for this role, there isn’t a single cat with this job who would claim it isn’t worth the effort.

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Vibrant flowers bloom alongside the waking of life within this quaint, delicate group. Saccharine memories, shared laughter, and ever-growing beauty are what carry MeadowClan’s heart more than anything else. With countless moons cultivating these ideals into the very soul of this clowder, unique celebrations have since sprung forth to share this romantic mindset within the Clan. The Harvest Festival, a time to come together to feast their tongues upon unique prey combinations and exquisite culinary creations, nothing short of appreciation for life can be seen sparked within the shining eyes of all MeadowClan cats. This is showcased even more clearly during the customary seed sewing event, in which cats are found placing down seedlings for the plants that they have taken before. It served as a way to respect the lives of those who made it through the hard seasons and those who have not, encouraging new beginnings in turn. To end the night, cats on this sacred holiday will be found at moonhigh sharing tangerines amongst each other as they wish for a gentler season ahead. In a few moons time, cats begin to prepare for The Bloom Pageant, an event where felines have the opportunity to harness their creativity and put together the highest standards of fashion, utilizing the multitude of beautiful, decorative flowers and other flora within MeadowClan’s territory to their fullest potential. As long as the material was found located within MeadowClan’s territory anything goes— leading felines to truly strive towards capturing memorable looks as they attempt to one-up the competition by creating ridiculously extravagant outfits. Felines end up desperately putting the finishing touches on their outfits until moonhigh approaches, which is when the Clan’s leadership will come together to compliment and examine everyone’s efforts, admiring the individual designs participants have put together for this special moment. Winners of this competition can find themselves being gifted with a glorious wreath woven specifically for them, this gorgeous piece of art serving as a crown to further adorn their hard work.

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