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mothandpidgeon · 9 months ago

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Unrequited (bfd! pre-outbreak!/Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader)

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pairing: bfd! pre-outbreak!/Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: E 18+MDNI

summary: You arrive in Jackson 22 years after the outbreak only to be reunited with your best friend’s dad, the man that stole your heart and broke it when you were fourteen– Joel Miller.

contents: best friend's dad, age gap, outbreak night (nothing that isnt in ep 1), big angst, abandonment issues, brief suicidal ideation, daddy issues, grief, Joel guilt, unprotected p in v sex, reader doesn't know where Jakarta is, reader is not described physically but Joel picks (adult) reader up, moth never uses y/n.

wc: 9k

a/n: This has been a bitch to finish but I'm quite proud of where it ended up. It's the longest os I've written which makes me nervous nobody will want to read it but I hope you do.

Thank you a million times to @ezrasbirdie for making me finish this and betaing. Also thank you @lowlights for listening to me ramble on this! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Old man, take a look at your life. I’m a lot like you. Neil Young

You’re waiting for Sarah on the front steps when she gets home. School ended nearly two hours ago and you’ve been sitting here a ball of nerves. The whole world seems to be uneasy this afternoon. You notice sirens, a team of fighter jets scrambling above. It's like your anxiety has spilled out of your chest and it’s taken life all around you.

You finger the corner of your notebook. On the inside are doodles— hearts and bubble letters. Juvenile daydreams put to paper. Your first name and after it his last, testing out the sound of who you would be if only you’d been born in a different decade. Mrs. Miller.

Sarah doesn’t look very happy to see you. It’s been two weeks since you’ve talked to her and you’ve never felt more lonely.

Her words still ring in your ears.

“It’s like you’re in love with my dad.”

“No I'm not!” you said, your whole body tingling with the heat of embarrassment. You’d never felt so exposed in your life.

“Sometimes I think that’s the only reason you’re even friends with me,” she said.

You've been ruminating on that accusation ever since. You pine for Mr. Miller the way only a fourteen year old can. It’s the kind of infatuation that makes you understand how Romeo and Juliet ended in tragedy. All-consuming, unrequited, so in love it hurts.

So maybe Sarah’s right. Your heart flutters every time Mr Miller appears in the kitchen, wearing a dark t-shirt that hugs his biceps. You try not to stare at his aquiline nose when he drives you home from Sarah’s soccer games. Sleep overs at the Miller’s house mean more opportunities to be around him, learn the little details that make him him. And there were plenty of sleep overs because your parents are always so busy fighting, they never bother to keep track of you.

But you’ve been in agony without your friend. It’s a pain sharper and more present than the yearning you’ve felt for Mr. Miller. You’ve talked to her every day since you moved to Austin in fourth grade and since this fight, there’s been an empty space in your heart.

“Hi.” You stand up, hoisting your backpack awkwardly over your shoulder.

“I’m supposed to go next door,” Sarah says.

“Can I just talk to you for a minute?” you ask.

She sighs but opens the front door with her key and lets you follow her into the living room.

“I’m sorry,” you say before you lose your nerve. “You’re right. I like your dad.”

It’s probably the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever owned up to. You wish you could explain to her that you know how silly it is to be in love with a full grown man, your best friend’s dad. It’s not like he’ll ever see you as anything other than a kid.

You can’t put into words how he makes you feel. It’s not just his broad shoulders or chocolate eyes, though it’s undeniable that he’s gorgeous. He asks about school and comes to see you in the musical. Joel is an adult that actually gives a crap about you.

You want to tell Sarah that one of the reasons you love her father so much is because of her. Because he’s such a good dad, because he raised such a cool, funny, smart daughter. That Sarah makes him better.

It’ll take years for you to find words for all of that. So you just do your best right now.

“I can’t help it. I wish I could,” you say.

That’s true. And not just because your crush has made you lose your only friend. It’s exhausting to feel such a powerful longing, to want something you know you’ll never have. It’s torture.

“But you’re my best friend. And that’s not why. I promise,” you say.

Sarah sighs heavily, her pretty hazel eyes full of remorse.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just get jealous sometimes.”

“I promise I won’t make you feel that way ever again. I could never like him more than you,” you tell her, sitting beside her on the couch and looking her in the eye so she knows you mean it. “He’s…old.”

You both laugh.

“He’s so lame. This morning he said that Jakarta is in the Middle East,” she giggles.

You don’t know where the hell Jakarta is but of course Sarah does. You throw your arms around her. You’ve missed her so damn much. The past two weeks have felt like two decades.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her.

“Me too.” She returns your embrace. “Do you have to go home? You can sleep over if you want. It’s my dad’s birthday but I don’t think he’s going to be home until late.”

Your heart twinges at the offer and not because it means you might see Mr. Miller at breakfast. You won’t even look at him again. Tonight is about your friend.

You end up watching some corny action movies and gorging yourselves on microwave popcorn. Everything feels right again. You don’t think about Mr. Miller. In fact, you’re grateful that his double has gone over into a late night so you don’t have to be in the same room. You’ve sworn to yourself that you’ll act normal around him but you’re not sure that sheer willpower can stop you from getting butterflies when he’s right there.

At some point, you pass out in front of the tv, happier than you’ve been in a long time.

Sarah nudges you awake sometime after midnight, concern all over her face.

“Was I snoring?” you ask, groggy.

She’s looking out the window. Helicopters fly so low overhead, the whole house rattles. It’s a wonder you slept through all of this noise— the choppers are joined by the wail of a car alarm, pops like fireworks. The TV is playing a high-pitched tone and when you peer at it, you see a test pattern on the screen.

Dread settles in the pit of your stomach.

“Something’s going on,” Sarah says almost to herself.

A sudden thud against the back door makes you both jump. You swear, shaken out of your sleepy haze.

“Mercy?” Sarah asks.

You’ve spent enough time with Sarah to become acquainted with their neighbors The Adlers and their border collie Mercy. Mr Adler used to pay you each a dollar to walk him. Mercy’s frantically pawing at the glass.

Sarah goes to the door and steps into the yard. You follow, unsure you want to leave the familiar safety of the house but unwilling to be alone with such an eerie feeling in the air.

“What’re you doing out here, boy?” Sarah says, crouching down to pet the whimpering animal.

“Where’s your dad?” you ask her.

You hope the question doesn’t make Sarah think you’ve already forgotten your promise. Everything’s just so wrong. You’d feel a lot better with an adult around.

“Don’t think he came home yet,” she says. You can hear the concern in her voice. “Let’s take Mercy back. The Alder’s will be home.”

Mercy puts up a fight as Sarah pulls him across the lawn. It’s late and dark save the street lamp and a few porch lights that have been left on. You shiver despite the fact that it’s a warm southern night.

The front door to the Adler’s house stands open and inside is black. No. Bad. You want to run back to the Miller’s house and lock the door behind you but the promise of Mr. And Mrs. Adler inside keeps you moving towards the darkened entrance. Maybe Mrs. Adler will give you some cookies while you wait for Mr. Miller.

Sarah steps in first. The dog bucks and strains against her grip on his collar. Sarah fights to keep hold of him but Mercy’s thrashing makes him hard to pin down. He pulls free from Sarah’s grasp and darts away.

You have half a mind to do the same but Sarah keeps going forward. She’s scared, too, her breaths shallow as she tip toes down the hall.

“Mrs. Adler?” Sarah asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You reach for each other without even realizing it and you enter the kitchen holding hands.

What you see there is beyond your wildest imaginings. There’s blood, a lot of it. Sarah’s shoe slides in the stuff and you grab her before she loses her balance. The room is cast in shadows but a street light streams through the window in the side door. Its beam falls over the form of Mr. Adler, limp on the floor. His back is against the door and a gush of dark blood sparkles in the sodium vapor.

You’ve never seen so much blood, never seen anyone injured so brutally. It looks like he’s been attacked by some wild animal. Mercy was acting strange but the dog couldn’t do that.

“Help me,” he rasps.

He’s speaking to you. You’re actually here. This is happening and you need to do something.

But before you can form a coherent thought, your eyes travel deeper into the kitchen. Beside the island is more blood��and more bodies.

As if seeing Sarah’s neighbor with his neck ripped open wasn’t enough of a horror, you’re now watching Nana hunched over Mrs. Adler’s corpse, her face buried in the younger woman’s neck. The scene before you makes no sense. Most of the time the old woman is barely conscious, hasn’t left her wheelchair in years and yet she’s on all fours before you looking feral.

Sarah squeezes your hand so tight you’re afraid your knuckles will break.

Nana slowly raises her face to you. Her eyes are pitch black and her mouth teems with twitching tendrils. You are staring at a living, breathing monster.

When she leaps at you, you and Sarah bolt for the door. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Sarah makes it out first and races towards the sidewalk.

Once you’ve gotten onto the front step, you slam the storm door shut behind you to trap whatever that thing is inside. SLAM. Nana collides with the door and it rattles violently. You hold it closed with every ounce of strength in you, listening to the creature behind it scratch and wail and willing yourself not to look through the glass to see its horrible face. Terror holds your muscles taught. You’re not sure how long you can stay like this, your sneakers skidding across the ground.

With a roar, Uncle Tommy’s truck pulls up at that very moment and Mr. Miller hops out of the passenger seat before its even come to a full stop. He’s a fearsome sight, broad and rippling with untamed energy, his muscular arms outlined by the headlights of the car. You’ve never been more grateful for his presence.

This nightmare is almost over. Joel’s come to save you.

“Girls get in the car!” he bellows. His voice is raw and ragged.

Just as you’re ready to make a run for it, The door flings out towards you, and you’re thrown aside as if you weigh nothing. You hit the driveway hard, your head connecting with concrete.

For a moment, you can’t hear anything but the gush of blood pumping in your ears. You’re dizzy. Suffocating. There’s a warm trickle at your temple. Sarah calls your name. Your vision is blurred but you can make out the ghoulish form of the creature barreling towards her.

“What’re we doing, Joel?” you hear Tommy ask.

There’s a thud and then quiet.

You gasp again and again but your lungs won’t fill.

Are you dying? Help. You need help. The monster lays lifeless at Joel’s feet and you pray that he’ll scoop you up and take you away from this. Your eyes finally come into focus to see Mr. Miller comforting Sarah, holding her face in his big palms, so fixated on her that he doesn’t notice that Mr. Adler has appeared in the doorway.

Mr. Adler is still covered in so much blood and his gait has become twitchy as if his legs are on backwards. He moves towards them and you want to call out a warning but you’re still choking for air. Luckily he hasn’t noticed you but he soon stands between you and the Millers.

“We’ve got to move,” Tommy says.

“Get in the car,” Mr. Miller says to Sarah, throwing a protective arm in front of her.

“But she’s hurt!”

She steps towards you. You’d cry her name but you’ve still got the wind knocked out of you and you’re too terrified to make a noise. Mr. Adler makes an inhuman sound as he advances, a croaking, growling gurgle.

Mr. Miller pushes Sarah towards the truck.

“Leave her!” he barks. “Get in the car!”

You sputter and choke as you watch Sarah, Joel, and Tommy drive away.

You wait for a long time.

As the truck pulls off of the curb, Mr. Adler is joined by his wife in the street, making chase. You’re finally able to draw breath and rouse your body off of the ground. You scramble back across the lawn to the Miller’s house and lock yourself inside. There’s enough adrenaline coursing through you that you’re able to push the sofa to barricade the front door. You draw all of the curtains and grab the biggest knife you can find in the kitchen. It’s ridiculous, something you’ve seen in scary movies, but you’re living in one right now.

You hide yourself away. Sarah’s bedroom seems like the obvious place to do it. Familiar and safe. You curl yourself into a ball in the corner, clutching your knife and staring at the closed door with wild eyes.

Sirens go through the night. Gunshots. At one point even the roar of a jet engine.

For hours your body quivers as you try to make sense of what you’ve just witnessed. Flesh-eating mutants. Gore. Death. You keep waiting to wake up from a bad dream but you don’t. They left you. They abandoned you in a nightmare.

No. That’s impossible. You can accept that a comatose elderly woman made supper out of her son in law but you refuse to believe that Joel would desert you.

He’ll come back for you. Sarah will convince him. There’s always been room for you in their family.

But as the sun begins to peek through the blinds and the noises outside fade away, you begin to lose hope.

The muscles in your body go slack, exhausted from hours of uncontrollable shaking. Your instinct for survival and your need for sleep war with each other. Exhaustion is winning.

You cautiously open the door to Sarah’s room. The house is still, more quiet than you’ve ever experienced. You creep into the room at the end of the hall. The olive green sheets on Joel’s bed are still messy from when he woke up here the day before. A normal morning. His birthday.

You rest the knife on the night stand amongst the things he emptied from his pockets— coins, receipts, a stray nail. You slip into the bed and wrap yourself up. It smells like him— spicy deodorant and sweat, fresh cut lumber like the hardware store. The scent reminds you of all those times he was close, when your heart leapt.

They’ll come back. Mr. Miller wouldn’t leave you.

He left you to die but you just go on living.

It takes some time before you’re brave enough to leave the Miller’s house and see what’s left of the world. Your parents are nowhere to be found. It’s safe to assume they were infected that first night.

You’re on your own.

A QZ is set up outside of San Antonio. They assign you to housing for separated minors. An orphanage. You never make friends, not really. Trust is too fickle.

At night you lay in your bunk and wonder what life would be like if anybody gave a shit about you. Maybe you would have been with your parents when it all went down. You’d be a snarling monster but at least you wouldn’t be alone.

On the worst nights, when you like yourself the least, Mr. Miller’s words echo around your skull. “Leave her.” She's not worth it. Forget her.

You don’t imagine yourself in his arms anymore. Instead you picture him and Sarah and Uncle Tommy, all happy and safe hiding out somewhere idyllic. A sweet little cabin with a stream nearby, surrounded by peaceful woods. You’ve heard some people live like that.

Some days you wish you were with them. Others you wish they were all dead.

When you turn 18, you age out of your living situation. It couldn’t come soon enough. Things are changing and it seems like all the kids that stay in FEDRA school are being groomed to go straight into uniform. You dodged that bullet but life’s not easy. Now you’re well and truly alone, scraping by to keep food in your mouth and a roof over your head.

It only lasts a few years, though. By the time you’re 21, there’s an emergency evacuation. Outbreaks are happening within the walls and with so many people living on top of each other, it’s only a matter of time before shit hits the fan. They send swaths of people to Dallas but word is, there’s no room for such numbers and they consider everyone from San Antonio an infection risk.

You’ve heard enough stories to know what that means. There won’t be a warm welcome when you reach the next QZ. So you ditch the convoy and head north.

You bounce around for years, sometimes with others, a lot of time solo. Doing what you have to. It’s not a life, just survival.

By the time you reach the wilds of Wyoming, you’ve had enough. You break off from the group you’re traveling with. You leave them this time, just decide to walk into the forest and let the earth swallow you up. You’re exhausted, sick of hanging on by a thread. Too much of a coward to kill yourself, you wander around waiting for the cold or your hunger or a bear to do it for you.

They find you. Some scouts that look mean and tough take pity on you and offer you a place with them in a commune where things are half normal.

It’s the first time being alone has worked to your advantage.

Jackson is a strange place. It has walls like the QZ but it’s quaint. There’s laughter and evergreen wreaths, happy children that build snowmen in the center of town. Some of these kids have no idea how fucked up the world has become. All they know is this charming little haven.

You spend the first few days in the infirmary, getting patched up, regaining your strength. You feel like an animal compared to the people in your new community. It’s hard to accept that they’re willing to help you, no strings attached.

Eventually you’re well enough to have your own place. They set you up with a little apartment over one of the stores in town. You’re invited to take your meals in the dining hall.

It takes you back to those first days at your new middle school after you came to Austin. Unfortunately, this time Sarah’s not there to offer you a seat at her lunch table.

You keep to yourself, overwhelmed by all of the strange new faces. Head down, you eat your breakfast. It’s the best food you’ve had in years. As your belly fills, you start to relax and try to get used to the idea of this being home.

Then you hear a familiar voice say your name. You wonder if you’re hallucinating when you see him standing in front of you.

He’s gained a few decades but he looks good. His hair is nearly shoulder length and there’s a mustache on his upper lip but that’s him alright.

“Uncle Tommy?” you manage.

“That really you?” he asks.

Tommy puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. His smile wrinkles the corners of his eyes. You nod and you’re smiling too.

You expect to be upset. Tommy was there when you were abandoned after all. But you’re flooded with relief and a small flame of hope.

“Shit. What’re the chances?” he asks, studying your face. “C’mere.”

He pulls you through the lines of tables. Your head spins with questions. How did he end up in Wyoming of all places? How long has he been here? Did you actually die out there only to be sent to this strange afterlife?

“You remember this old son of a bitch?” Tommy asks with a chuckle when he stops at the table in a far corner.

And suddenly you’re face to face with Mr. Miller.

He’s old. Grey hairs run through his stubble and curl from his temple. There are deep lines in his face. He’s still good looking despite how weathered his features have become, still broad, still with that wonderful silhouette.

It’s funny. In your mind’s eye, you’ve never imagined Joel aging. He stayed the same while you grew up.

He looks at you for a long moment and then his thick bottom lip falls agape. His eyes glitter and his dimple appears as he recognizes the woman that you’ve become.

“Kiddo,” he whispers as he stands up.

He pulls you into a hug and his wide palm smooths down your back. He still smells just how you remember and without warning you’re sobbing into the front of his flannel.

You spent hours upon hours imagining what you might say if you ever saw him again. Sometimes it was a speech biting with venom, others a confession, a question. Now, though, your mind is blank, overwhelmed that fate has brought you back together. A testament to your survival.

“It’s alright, babygirl. You’re okay,” he says into your hair. Words you needed to hear all those years ago.

You stay like this for a long time, surrounded by him. He holds you the way you wished he had as you cried into his pillow in that empty house. Eventually you pull yourself together with a shaking breath.

“Where’s Sarah?” you ask, casting your eyes around the crowd in the mess hall.

There’s a girl sitting beside Joel, her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, watching this scene unfold. Everyone else is polite enough to pretend you’re not bawling in the middle of lunch. Can’t be the first time it’s happened.

At your question, Tommy goes stone faced. The muscle in Joel’s jaw ticks.

You shake your head in disbelief. “Infected?” you squeak out.

“It wasn’t like that,” Joel chokes.

“She didn’t make it through that first night,” Tommy says.

It’s a punch in the gut, the air’s knocked out of your chest all over again. While it had crushed you to be abandoned, part of you understood. Joel had to choose and he picked his daughter. Even if he’d been in love with you the way you used to dream about, he always would have chosen Sarah. You couldn’t hold that against him, no matter how much it hurt. There just wasn’t anyone in the world that would have saved you.

But knowing that he failed her, that he failed you both, makes you sick. All those years of bitterness come flooding back to you and your tears turn hot and furious.

“You let her die?” you demand. “You told her to leave me behind and you didn’t even save her?” You push Joel, your hands against the wet spots you left on his shirt. It’s ineffectual. He barely moves against your pathetic shove but his face crumples. You know he hates himself as much as you do in that moment but that’s not enough. You hit him as hard as you can and he does nothing to defend himself.

“Hey, hey,” Tommy says, trying a hand on your shoulder.

“You should’ve saved her,” you bark.

Heads have turned now as Tommy holds you back.

“I hoped you were dead every day since you left me,” you say.

You can see on his face that Joel’s definitely wished the same thing.

You go on berating him, your tears mixing with spit as you snarl and shout, until Tommy’s able to wrestle you out of the dining hall.

The summer comes. After a long, cold winter, everyone in Jackson welcomes the change of seasons with open arms. Everyone but Joel.

Ellie was a salve for the deep wounds on his heart. They’ll never fully heal but at least they stopped overwhelming him for some time. Since your dramatic reunion, though, those scars have been torn open once more. Especially today.

It’s warm and there’s barely a cloud in the sky. The July weather is mild compared to summers in Texas. Fresh air blows in through the open windows of the house, beckoning Joel outside but he has no desire to be in the sunshine.

“You okay?” Ellie asks.

She’s just come down the stairs. It’s early and Joel’s already at the kitchen table. Didn’t sleep much.

He and Ellie have been together long enough that she understands the wordless shifts in his moods. They’ve gotten worse since you arrived in Jackson. He does his work and patrols, sometimes he nurses a whiskey alone at the bar. The rest of the time he keeps to himself. He’s sliding back towards the man she met back in Boston. Joel’s rebuilt the walls that surrounded him, brick by brick since that afternoon in the dining hall.

“I was going to meet Dina at the mess. Want to come? Or I could stick around?” she offers.

It’s going to be one of those dark days, the kind that makes him question why he’s been hanging on for so long, and Ellie knows it. She’s giving him a lifeline, offering to be with him so he doesn’t have to ask. He should accept it, but he doesn’t want to waste his energy putting on a brave face for her when he feels so broken.

“That’s alright, Ellie. Go on,” he says.

She doesn’t push him. She never does. She just gives a sympathetic smile before she slips out.

Once seems gone, his heart begins to ache.

Sometime later, there’s a knock at the door. The last person he expects to see on the porch is you. You look a little nervous, like if he’d taken longer to come to the door you might’ve bolted.

He hasn’t spoken to you since that day that you came back into his life but the words you said play relentlessly on loop in his mind. He should have made amends by now. You were his daughter’s best friend and of all the places at the end of the world, you’ve ended up in the same town. He passes by the old pharmacy you live above just about every day, thinks about seeing if you’re in so you can have a conversation. He even knows what he’d say, but he can’t work up the courage. There aren’t any words that can make right what he did to you.

The guilt metastasized deep in his gut. His failure compounded.

So he doesn’t blame you for keeping your distance, avoiding him when your paths cross. He lets you be angry with him, as he deserves.

“Want some company?” you ask.

He recognizes the look on your face and it dawns on him that he might not be the only person struggling today. He steps aside to let you in.

Joel sets a cup of tea down in front of you. It’s not the real thing. Dried herbs from the garden Maria keeps. You’ve taken a seat across from him at the table, glancing around the kitchen so you don’t have to look at him.

“Surprised you remember,” he says.

“My best friend’s birthday?”

He shrugs as he pulls up a chair across from you. “Was a long time ago.”

“I think you underestimate the power of female friendships.”

You wear a soft smile that makes Joel’s heart ache a little harder. He takes a good look at you, seeing you up close for the first time. There are hints of the girl he knew back in Austin but she’s buried under years of hard living.

You’re the same age Sarah would have been today. The same age he was when he lost everything.

You sigh and scratch awkwardly at your neck.

“Listen, I’m sorry about…all that shit I said. It’s…” you trail off and he’s sure you’re still mad at him, deep down.

“I reckon I’m the one that owes an apology. I shouldn’t’ve left you back there. Sarah begged me not to,” he admits. “I was trying to keep her safe. But I fucked that up, too.”

“That’s not true. I was just angry,” you tell him.

“I was always so pissed at your parents for not caring enough about you. Turns out I was just as bad,” he says.

He hadn’t given any thought to the choice he made all those years ago. His priority was his family and he had no room for the rest of humanity. Joel didn’t realize until he saw your face again just how selfish that had made him. The past months he’s been haunted by the thought of it, a young thing all alone in the chaos. If Sarah’s watching over him, which sometimes he hopes she is, she’d be ashamed.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think since I got here and…I don’t blame you. I’m not your kid. It just—“ You laugh without humor. “God, it’s so stupid but I had a huge crush on you.”

Joel’s eyebrows shoot up. You fiddle with the chipped handle on your mug.

“I know. I was just a kid but I was head over heels for you,” you say.

Joel can feel himself blushing. It’s a sweet thought. He’s honored in a strange way. He remembers the gravity of Sarah’s crushes– Leonardo DiCaprio, Usher, some guy with a lip ring from one of those punk bands she listened to.

“So when you left me…I was a little heart broken.”

“Shit,” Joel says.

“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. I just wanted you to know why I was so hurt,” you tell him, leaning forward in your seat. “You didn’t know any of that. And it’s not fair to hang that over your head. It wasn’t your job to rescue me.”

“Course it was,” Joel responds. “You were just a kid. I let you down.”

You look at him gratefully and a tear slips down your cheek. It takes a minute for you to fully take that in and it seems like something you’ve needed to hear.

“Joel. I forgive you,” you tell him.

A thick knot forms in his throat.

There’s a litany of names in his mind, so many people he’s failed. Henry and Sam. Tess. Sarah. He’s never expected to be absolved of any of his sins, he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. But those three words make him feel lighter, like he can stop beating himself up. At least for a moment.

He tucks his chin into his chest trying to keep his own tears from spilling over. Your hand slips over his, a gentle, reassuring touch.

The two of you stay like that for a little while, crying together, then becoming reacquainted. You talk for a long time. There’s a lot of catching up to do but the conversation keeps coming back to Sarah. It’s a gift to share memories of her, to hear stories that he’s never heard. You knew Sarah better than anyone in the world— her favorite store in the mall, what she wanted for her birthday. Her hopes, her dreams, her fears. No fourteen year old goes to her daddy with her problems. You were there for her, though. Right up until the end.

“I, um, you should have this,” you say. “Well, it’s yours.”

You and Joel have migrated to the couch in the living room as the afternoon has crept on. You reach into your back pocket, a little reluctant, and pull something out.

It’s a photograph, dog eared and creased from years of being carried with you. Joel recognizes the picture— you and him and Sarah, all three of you donning life jackets, smiling as you float on a calm river. He and Tommy took Sarah kayaking and she asked if you could tag along. It was a wonderful day. Blue, cloudless sky.

The last time he saw the photo it was hanging under a magnet on the refrigerator in the kitchen.

“How’d…”

“I stayed in your house for a while. After. Just kind of hoping you might come back. I took that when I left. And I ate all your food,” you say with a little chuckle. You wipe some snot from your nose. “I guess…well, you probably don’t have a lot of pictures of her.”

You’re right. There was an outdated school photograph in his wallet when they left that night and it had been too painful to look at for years. It still stings a little but it feels easier to share with someone, someone that knew her so well.

“You sure?” he asks.

You nod. “I know where to find it.”

He props the picture up on the coffee table so you can both look at it and meditate on that day when everything felt so perfect.

“Remember we made you play “Crazy in Love” on on repeat the whole way there?” you ask.

“I still get that goddamn song stuck in my head,” he complains.

You laugh and rest your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture cracks something open inside of him. He’s taken back to his favorite nights when he’d watch a movie with Sarah and she’d cuddle against him. Somehow the memory doesn’t hurt as much as he anticipates.

You sit like that, looking at the picture, both quiet, your smiles fading as you remember what’s happened since.

“Sometimes I think I see her,” he chokes.

He’s never told anyone that. But it seems like you might understand, He trusts you won’t meet his admission with a pitying smile.

“How’s she look?” you ask.

He can’t help but chuckle. He nods.

You don’t say anything, you just burrow your head a little deeper into him. Joel puts a gentle kiss in your hair.

You’re a fixture in the Miller house once again, part of the family. You babysit for Maria and tell her embarrassing stories about Tommy. You and Ellie tease Joel relentlessly. You sit with him in the evenings, sometimes singing along when he pulls out his guitar, other nights neither of you speak at all.

Slowly, you find yourself falling in love with him all over again. It’s not the same infatuation you harbored when you were young. You’re both different people. And you hardly knew him back then. Not really. What did a fourteen year old know about grown men?

The two of you fall into an easy rhythm. After being alone for such a long time, it’s magical to have a companion. Joel seems grateful for the company, too. He’s there whenever you turn around, like a promise. He’s not leaving you behind even if you’re just going from the stables to the library.

Neither of you acknowledge it, this easy rapport. A light squeeze on your shoulder, holding your hand when you get misty eyed. He probably doesn’t mean anything by it but you’re pretty sure you can’t live without it. You bask in the sweetness of these exchanges, trying not to think too hard about the fact that you used to spend Saturday nights giggling on his daughter’s bedroom floor.

He’s still Mr. Miller, after all.

Autumn comes and you’re inseparable. You realize just how much when you convince him to attend the children’s choir performance in town. You expect him to demure. Watching kids being kids must be painful. But he’s by your side in the dining hall as the little ones sing “Clementine” and “Oh Susanna”.

He puts his arm around your shoulder so you can lean into him. It might just be a paternal gesture, maybe you’re still a little girl in his eyes. That’s ok with you if he keeps absentmindedly massaging your upper arm. You can’t remember the last time you felt so safe, so loved.

Afterwards, he walks you home and you’re in such a good mood, you start singing to yourself.

“Johnny Cash,” he says approvingly.

You laugh to yourself. “You know, I started listening to him ‘cause of you. You had his CD in your truck,” you admit.

You wanted to like all of the things Joel liked. He would think you were so interesting and grown up because you knew all the words to “Riders in the Sky.”

“Least I was a good influence,” Joel says, shaking his head, his cheeks turning pink.

He’s so handsome when he blushes, you feel a little giddy when you come to stop in front of the old pharmacy.

“G’night, darlin’,” he says, giving your hand one last squeeze.

He waits. He’ll stand here and watch you get inside like he always does. He doesn’t need to— it’s not like people even lock their doors in Jackson— but he’s insisted on it so fervently that you stopped arguing.

You shouldn’t do it. It’s so silly. But there’s a softness in his eyes and his gentle touch still tingles on your arm. His salt and pepper hair is caught in the string lights that line the empty street. You can’t help yourself.

You kiss him, smoothing your palms up the front of his flannel until you sink your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck. The tip of his nose is cold from the chill in the evening air but his lips are warm and sweet.

You haven’t had a whole lot of experience kissing. You’d just started doing it when the outbreak happened and things haven’t been very romantic since. This is one of the better ones. Relatively chaste but unbearably tender. Certainly better than you could have imagined all those years ago.

It lasts longer than you expect. Joel kisses you back. He rests his hand on your waist and the way it covers so much of your back makes you swoon. Soon, though, he’s pulling away, cradling your cheek.

“We shouldn’t do that,” he says.

“I know,” you sigh. You’re reluctant to break away, savoring the brush of his nose against yours.

It’s all wrong but you’re not ashamed for trying it.

“Just once. I’ve always wanted to,” you say.

He presses his lips into your forehead. It feels bittersweet. A kiss you longed for for twenty years came and went.

You wave to him from the door before you go in for the night.

That kiss confirms Joel’s fears.

He’s spent months convincing himself that this is completely platonic. He would never have feelings for his daughter’s best friend. Even if he always wants to be around you.

He’s looking after you, comforting you, protecting you. He’s making up for those years that he made you suffer through. You forgave him but he’ll never stop atoning.

And then you kissed him.

Suddenly, he’s buried in an avalanche of thoughts he’s been disavowing.

You’re pretty and soft. You're strong and you ease the pain of his memories. You make him feel a little less alone.

The warmth of your lips, your body pressed to his. He was ready to lose himself in you.

That’s when he heard it.

It was Sarah’s voice chiding him with all the reasons why this is wrong.

She’s been in his head, his inner critic since the day she died, pointing out every failure and weakness in him. He could picture her looking down on him with disgust. She’s the same age as your daughter. She was just a kid when you met her. She deserves better than you.

He’s making the same mistake as before, letting his instinct get the better of him. The responsible part of him takes control. He can’t give you any more reasons to try and kiss him again.

If Joel is good at one thing it’s denying himself.

He backs off and you can sense it, he knows you do. Sometimes he catches you looking at him and there’s a longing in your eye. It fucking kills him but it’s just another reason why he’s no good for you.

Despite whatever it does to you, you haven’t got anybody else in Jackson so you stick around. He can only imagine how much it hurts you.

“Why did I go north?” you complain when Joel opens the front door. You’re holding a scarf tight around your neck, shivering against the cold. The sky is a dismal shade of gray, snowfall on the horizon.

Joel gets you in the house with a chuckle. He starts a fire, a luxury you little apartment doesn’t afford. You shiver in front of the hearth.

“Traded for this,” you say, pulling a thick book out of your coat and tossing it onto the coffee table.

“Oh good. I was looking for some light reading material,” Ellie quips from her spot on the couch.

“It’s a dictionary,” you explain, “so you’ll quit cheating at Boggle.”

“You're in trouble now,” Joel laughs.

“I don’t cheat. I just know more words than you guys,” she says.

“Dentment is not a word,” you reply.

“Neither is thoard,” Joel says.

“Sure it is. I’m about to thoard the two of you in this game,” she says.

This should be enough. A winter day by the fire. The simple joy of a board game. Laughter. This is practically a normal life.

But each time Joel’s eyes fall on you, there’s a pang in his chest. You’re just close enough that he could reach out and touch you but he won’t. He can’t.

When the sun sets, Ellie retreats to her room. Eventually, you fall asleep on the couch, wrapped up in a quilt as the fire dies down. You look even younger, curled up serenely. There’s no worry on your brow. Usually your face is in a perpetual frown even when you’re not in a mood.

The snow is already knee deep with no signs of slowing. There’s no sense in sending you back out there.

Joel scoops you up as gently as he can. He feels his age, back straining, but he doesn’t mind. He enjoys how you nestle your face into his chest as he mounts the stairs, warm and snug in his arms. A smile pulls at his lips.

He sets you down carefully on his bed and you whimper groggily at the loss of his touch. Your eyes crack open.

“Snowing pretty bad. Sleep here. I’ll be on the couch,” he whispers.

“Stay,” you murmur.

He hesitates. Carrying you to bed was already crossing a line. He’s not worried about keeping his hands to himself. He’s been able to control himself for this long. If he lays down next to you, feeling you warming his sheets, smelling the peppermint soap on your skin, he’ll be so far gone for you, there’ll be no coming back.

But denying you this simple request feels cruel. He imagines you waking up here all alone. You’re half asleep but what if you remember asking him to remain only to be abandoned again?

He gets into bed, still fully clothed and careful to stay on his side. His jaw is clenched so tightly his teeth hurt. You give a satisfied hum and sink back into sleep, your body melting into the mattress.

Joel watches you for a moment, fights the urge to put a kiss on your forehead. He crosses his arms and stares at the ceiling, beginning to tangle with the web of emotions that accompany you. Once it gets too confusing, he drifts off as well.

When you reach out for him in your sleep, he can’t deny you. Joel tries his hardest to pretend it doesn’t feel good, that this isn’t something he’s wanted to do. So he imagines the nightmares that come to you. Reminds himself that you wouldn’t have seen any of that shit if he hadn’t left you for dead. Now that you're in his arms, he’ll make sure nothing touches you ever again. The least he can do is hold you and make sure it goes no further.

You both find reasons that you should stay the night. Neither of you acknowledge it. Joel just hands you one of his t-shirts and busies himself as you slip out of your clothes and get under the covers. It’s all rather innocent, Joel does more than rub your back even though you sometimes feel his morning wood through his sweatpants. If he wants you, he doesn’t let himself have you. And he could.

It’s fine with you if cuddling is all this is. You don’t try to do anything more than that, unwilling to upset the unspoken agreement between you. You can be satisfied with a broad, firm chest to rest your back against. Sleep is better beside him, his heart beats guiding your own. The weight of his arm draped across you makes your body feel deliciously heavy.

After a while, though, it happens.

Joel’s having a nightmare. His murmurs and restless movements wake you. His mouth twitches and his brow is creased. You smooth circles into his shoulder until his eyes open. Even in the darkness you can see the despair in them.

He blinks, coming back to reality, remembering he’s not wherever his dreams took him. You brush your fingers through his hair, gazing at one another as his breaths even out. Normally, his age is obvious– the lines in his forehead, the sun spots on his cheek– yet right now he looks young. Like a boy that needs to sleep with a night light.

You’re not sure who initiates but you find each other in the dark. At first he’s not kissing you at all, his lips are just brushing your cheek or your nose. It’s sweet and gentle. You try to hold in a moan, worried that any noise might shatter this moment.

The kisses are timid as if you’re both waiting for someone to stop this. Joel lets out a shuddering breath against you. This is a bad idea, you’re both thinking it. After you kissed him the last time, he held you at arms length. When this blows up, you’ll lose him entirely. But you need to be closer to him.

You open your mouth to him, tangle your legs between his. His hand slides under your shirt, roaming your bare skin. You thought that snuggling under the blanket was enough but now you realize just how hungry you’ve been to be touched. Really touched. He needs it too. Joel leans into your hand on his jaw with a whimper.

You don’t open your eyes. You might be the one dreaming and you don’t want to wake up.

It’s quiet, just the sound of hot breaths and desperate kisses, the swish of the sheets as you shift your hips to meet his. You keep yourself from rocking against him, try to enjoy the feeling of him without crossing yet another line, but you’re aching. His shirt has ridden up so you feel the softness of his middle, the light hairs on his chest. Your fingers intertwine with his as his mouth trails down the column of your neck and. Joel buries his face there.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes.

You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for. This? Then? The years in between? None of it matters because you want to live in this moment forever.

You shush him, pull him back to your mouth. You’re ready to lose yourself, to forget, to ignore the storm of thoughts constantly plaguing your mind. This is all you want.

You peel off your clothing, helping him slide out of his sweatpants until there’s nothing between you. Joel’s skin is warm and soft against you and you realize you’ve never been this close to another soul.

When Joel settles over you and you feel him throbbing between his legs, you shiver with nervous anticipation. You expect him to say something, to warn you that this is a bad idea, to promise this won’t change anything. But his brown eyes look as confused with need as you feel. There’s no room for thinking or it will crush this fragile moment like glass.

You tilt your hips to allow him in, already slick from being so close to him.

Slowly, he enters you, kissing you all the while. He makes a choked sound, wincing as his body stills. The noise makes you clench around him.

Together you take a moment to get your bearings and you adjust to the fullness of him. Joel’s eyes are pressed shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Before he begins to move, his thumb finds your clit, grazing it lightly. After years of solitude and now months being just out of reach of him, the sensation makes you gasp sharply.

You’ve had sex a handful of times. They had been more about fulfilling a self destructive urge than a desire for pleasure. It’s never been like this.

You start to lose sense of everything but the feelings of your body. Your core tenses and your breaths go short and you start to forget that it’s Joel whose hips are stuttering into you. It’s as if this euphoria can erase some of those awful memories.

Soon you’re shattering beneath him, a crescendo that has you tugging on his hair and gasping for air. Joel grunts into your ear. He follows after you, hissing as he pulls out of you. He pulses into his hand, his release dripping from his fist onto your sweat damp skin. Then he collapses onto you. You run your fingers through his long curls and he kisses your forehead. There might be tears in your eyes– maybe his too. It’s too dark to be sure– but when his breath evens out, it still sounds ragged against you.

Eventually he gets out of bed and leaves the room and, in that moment, you can feel everything hanging over your head again– what you’ve just done, the horrors of the world. Perhaps even more intense than before.

But Joel returns quickly. He flicks on the light on his bed side table and cleans you with a damp rag. His touch is gentle, reverent, and his dark eyes travel over your naked skin to yours. There’s a question in them, guilt, but you have no regrets. You smooth your hand out on the sheets beside you and he lays back on his pillow. He surrounds you with his massive arms and you fall asleep grateful that you don’t feel abandoned anymore.

You worry that it was just a one time thing, try to accept that it might never happen again. But the next time you share Joel’s bed, he’s pulling you into him, pressing kisses into your shoulder, nuzzling at the spot behind your ear. His hard length prods at the small of your back.

It starts like that every time. Intimate, sensual, quiet. It’s never tearing his clothes off or pushing you up against a wall. You just stay close, breath each other in, trail fingertips across skin. Neither of you ever speak above a whisper.

Joel barely talks at all except to ask, “That too much?” and “Feel good?”

You live for the moments when his hand skates over your hip, his dark eyes soft.

“Pretty,” he says almost to himself.

He’s such a beautiful man. Your fingers trace the smooth plane of his chest, dusted lightly with hair and a few stray freckles. Age has only improved him. The greys in his stubble catch the glow from the lamp on the nightstand. You study him with the same attention to detail you used in your youth. The cleft in his bottom lip, the dimples on his lower back, the scar on his temple. You’ve memorized it all.

Joel breaks open for you. He lets you see him vulnerable. He’ll fuck you with thrusts that shake loose deep emotions. Just as quickly, he’ll hold you together when it feels like you’re falling apart.

You lay with him after, sticky with the shared heat of your bodies but reluctant to roll away and break the connection.

Whatever this is, you don’t speak its name. There are too many questions and conflicts that it might not withstand. It exists only for you and him. A safe haven in the chaos, a bit of respite at the end of long years.

In his arms, you’re not his dead daughter’s best friend. He’s not the man that left you when you needed him most. You’re just two people that need to not be alone. Each time, it’s the same. The overwhelming bliss of Joel making love to you is second only to the understanding that he’s finally come back for you.

Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear from you. Comments and reblogs always appreciated.

#joel miller #tlou #joel miller fic #bfd!joel miller #jackson!joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic

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chrisevansonly · 1 year ago

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Hiya!

If you are comfortable with it could you do Oscar Piastri x pregnant reader?

I can just see him being so sweet and caring. Basically just a ball of mush 😂

Little Peanut 🥜

oscar piastri x pregnant!female reader

summary: that damn pregnancy pillow…

warnings: very fluffy and sweet

a/n: so i kinda got this idea and i hope it’s okay😭

Little Peanut, as Oscar would call the still growing baby in your stomach, was causing problems for him he wasn’t prepared for. Problems you weren’t aware of that could happen, and it left your poor husband miserable.

“It’s not fair!” he whined as you watched him from your spot on the bed

“Os…it won’t be like this forever baby”

“It feels like it!”

He had the cutest pout on his face, really he did look like a kicked puppy and it made your heart tug a little bit.

“Only 4 more months Oscar and you’ll be right back beside me, it’s not that long”

“Yes it is.”

What was causing his grumpiness, your beloved pregnancy pillow that was a gift from his mother Nicole. You absolutely adored it, sleeping with this pillow changed your life, but your husband was not happy at all about it.

“Come here…”

Oscar hesitated as you moved the pillow out of the way, even if you would need it to sleep you could tell he just needed a good cuddle and you weren’t going to deny the poor man of that.

He’d been cuddleless for too long.

“Really?”

“Mhm”

You watched the frown on his face turn into a shy smile as he made his way towards you, making a quick stop to press a kiss to your stomach, then settling down beside you and pulling your body into him gently.

The two of you lay quietly for a few minutes, Oscar’s hand trailing up and down your back soothingly, honestly that was almost enough for you to fall asleep, but there was that slight ache only your pillow could help: for now you’d stay quiet.

“Are you happy baby?”

“Yes thank you…”

Tilting your head back just enough you were able to kiss his cheek softly before smiling, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“Are you really sure you need that pillow…maybe-”

“Oscar?”

The room fell quiet before he sighed dramatically

“Peanut wins again…”

That pillow would be the death of him, but whatever little peanut wanted, little peanut would get.

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narcjsistx · 2 months ago

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𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 | OS

isagi yoichi x fem reader ; words: 1.2k (1262)

coming from this event, third day, 20/12

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: today is an important day, very important, maybe the most important of your boyfriend's life, the dream of a lifetime finally realized: the soccer world cup. last minutes, the ball ends up in the net thanks to him. the crowd tries to win the heart of the japanese boy, but he already has your heart that has always supported him

You had known Isagi since the Blue Lock years, very important years for him. Seeing the same boy who until a few years ago ran on the small fields of your father's structure running now on the World Cup field made you feel a sort of nostalgia, but a good one: seeing him now living his dream was a great gratification for you, who had followed him from day one

The score, for 89 minutes now, is 0-0. Someone needs to do something, and quickly

The ball passes between the teammates of the Japanese team, guys you all know actually, having also been in the Blue Lock. The ball passes between the legs of Reo, who passes to Kunigami who passes back to Chigiri, who runs with his usual speed along the opposing line, not letting the ball slip away. The Japanese crowd roars like never before, while the England fans try their hardest not to watch their dream crumble more and more as the ball goes towards the net. No one would have expected Japan not to suffer a single defeat this year, not once in all the groups in the last few months; but for you, it was not unexpected. The same boys who were now playing were the same ones who had sacrificed themselves in the Blue Lock, spending hours and hours in increasingly tiring situations

Isagi runs along the enemy side, escaping from the two defenders who have been trying to mark him since the beginning of the match, failing miserably. You clasp your hands in your lap as you tremble, because today is an important day for everyone and your boy has to win, he has to, otherwise you know he will never be completely happy. Since you've been together, you've known that his goal is to get here, and now that he's on this field, he has to give everyone the demonstration of everything he's given during his years of training. He has to prove to everyone, he has to prove to you above all, that he will win. You know very well that he is playing with this awareness, even though you have told him hundreds of times that for you he is number one and that he will always be

"When I arrive on the World Cup field I will have to shine for you. I will have to repay you for all the sacrifice and love you have given me in all this time"

"Yoichi, you know very well that you don't owe me anything. I love you and I always will, whether you set foot on that field or not. You will always be my number one champion"

"I know. But I have to prove it to you while I chase my dream"

Chigiri passes the ball to Bachira, always a few meters away from your boyfriend. The two of them have always collaborated, always proving to be one of the strongest duos. You are as close to Isagi as you are to Bachira, who actually played a fundamental role in your relationship, because it is thanks to him that Isagi had the courage to declare himself after the end of the holidays after the match against the U-20. An English defender tries to steal the ball, but it doesn't end up at his feet, but at Yoichi's. You gasp, clutching your hands as Isagi starts to run, run, and run again

The crowd explodes. Screams from all sides calling his name, while he skillfully reduces the distance between the ball and the net to less and less. You scream like a loser as everything seems to transform into the goal of your boyfriend's life

The ball is thrown with a precise hit

The object flies without obstacles in front

The goalkeeper can't catch it

The ball, with a sharp thump, ends up in the net

It's Goal. The stadium remains silent for a few seconds, while everyone seems to process the meaning of the gesture. Your eyes widen, and a few tears spontaneously start to fall without you noticing. You look at Isagi, who remains still, and for a few seconds he turns towards you. He moves his lips, and in the silence you almost seem to understand his lip movements

"Did you see? I did it. I proved it to you"

The crowd roars. Everyone seems to finally understand that Japan, after years of crisis, is finally world champion, and this is thanks to your boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, who scored the goal the team needed. Ego claps his hands, as Anri gets up from your side and starts running towards the field, while crying like a child. You remain petrified, trying to process what just happened while everything still seems unrealizable

Japan won. Isagi won

You wake up in reality when you feel Anri shaking your arm, while gesturing for you to come with her. She cries and laughs, and you see Isagi who has approached you, a few meters away from Anri, completely ignoring his teammates

You stand up, running towards Isagi, crashing into his arms as you finally start to cry on your own. You feel his muscles relax the moment you are in his arms, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he holds you close. You feel his comrades crashing into him, but he remains stable, holding you in his arms as they all surround him

"You did it! You won! I knew you could do it, but well, it's better now that it's actually a reality. You did it, Yoichi"

"I know. It's also thanks to you, you know"

"Shut up and give yourself credit for once, you idiot. But I love you, but it is not necessary to specify it"

"I'm giving it to myself. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have gotten to this level"

And so, with these words, you can read between the lines. You were the one who supported him right away, from the first day in there. You were the one who defended him in the worst moments. You were the one who held him in your arms when he was sick, mentally and physically. You were the one who loved him without him asking you

You were there for him, always. And he always did it for you, when you needed him

It's a job of equals, as everything should be: loving the other when the other doesn't love themselves and the opposite when the situation requires it. You didn't ask each other to live with each other's flaws, but you decided to stay because of the love you've felt for practically forever. You would do it again every chance you get, if you ever went back to the past, and you know he would do the same

The crowd is screaming your boyfriend's name, screaming because for the first time in years the Japanese finally have the last thing missing from their list. They are screaming the name of their savior who yes, hears them, but now can only see you in front of his eyes. He feels his teammates touching him, celebrating, but the touch that matters to him is only you in his arms after having reached his maximum level of perfection

Everyone is trying to win his heart, to have a place in the memories of the savior of Japan, but you, only you, occupy everything. And you are more than enough for him, for the striker

"Go celebrate, you deserve it"

"I'm already doing it like this. And I'm fine with it"

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix

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hoshifighting · 4 months ago

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tu me deixou lele pensando em threesome com aqls headcanons 🥹🥹 vo fazer em inglês

could u do a drabble of hoshi or kwan on a threesome with the reader and other girl... with a lot of voyeurism of the reader and the girl working on it while (member) watches :)

ty in advance!!! // bgd diva 😙

foursome with hoshi, seungkwan, and seungkwan's girlfriend

— synopsis: to boost the friendship between you, soonyoung, seungkwan and his girlfriend, you decide to try a foursome, but you and seungkwan's girlfriend end up getting too excited. your boyfriend and his best friend, as well.

— WC: 6.5k

WARNINGS: smut, foursome, voyeurism, fingering, oral, everyone fucks everyone almost so, female x female, male x male, female x male, multiple orgasms, masturbation, blowjob PUTARIA, dirty talk, throat fucking, hair pulling, one single slap, nasty sex, everyone!switch.

a/n: eu sei que vc pediu um ou outro anon, pra nao faltar um, eu fiz os dois E a namorada. espero que goste!! um beijooo <33

soonyoung always talked a big game about being down for anything, especially when it came to sex. “as long as you don’t shove anything up my ass,” he’d say, like it was some kinda life motto or whatever. but deep down? you knew the dude could be convinced of anything. just needed to catch him off guard.

so when you threw the idea out—just casually, mind you—about adding more people into the mix, you weren’t even sure he was listening. stared at you for a second, blinking slow like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. but then he hit you with this slow-ass, cautious “…yeah, sure,” like you were tryna trick him or some shit. you almost laughed, wondering if he thought you were testing his limits or if he was dead serious about his boundaries. either way, seungkwan was the one who got the ball rolling. well, seungkwan and his girlfriend.

you four always hung out anyway. regular double date vibes, no biggie. they’re the ones who introduced you to soonyoung in the first place. and now look at you, standing in a bedroom where everyone was naked except soonyoung, who had suddenly developed some random sense of modesty. soonyoung—mr. always down for anything—frozed up like a fucking deer in headlights.

“what the hell are you waiting for? everyone’s already naked,” you laughed, trying to catch his eye as he sat all sulky in the corner, fully clothed, while the rest of you had already gotten way past the point of no return.

seungkwan was lying back, already laughing his ass off, while his girlfriend was sitting there next to you with a smirk. “soonyoung, seriously?” she teased. “this is the guy who couldn’t stop talking about how much of a freak he is?”

“i am!” soonyoung shot back, looking almost offended.

you all had met up at seungkwan’s place, chillin' like usual. drinks, music, some low lighting that set the mood without making it awkward. then seungkwan’s girlfriend, all confidence, had started kissing her boyfriend, hands already roamin', like she couldn’t wait to get shit started. and you’d been there with soonyoung, waiting for that same energy.

dude looked like he’d never seen people naked before, which was a joke ‘cause y’all were basically already used to each other. you and seungkwan's girl had giggled when you caught him standing there, sulking like some innocent kid, arms crossed over his chest like he wasn’t ready to strip down in front of y’all. meanwhile, the rest of the room was butt-naked already, clothes scattered all over the floor like they didn’t matter anymore.

he side-eyed seungkwan, who was grinning like a damn idiot from the bed. “don’t look at me like that, man,” seungkwan chuckled.

he looked at you, embarrassed, then glanced over at seungkwan and his girl, who were already lost in their own world, not even paying attention anymore. that’s when he finally sighed, letting his shoulders relax. “fine, whatever, but don’t look at me like that, okay?”

“like what?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning as you helped pull his shirt off.

“like you’re judging me, fuck.”

you shook your head, leaning in closer, whispering in his ear. “i’m not judging. trust me, i’m kinda into how nervous you are right now.”

he shot you a look, like he wasn’t sure if you were messing with him or not, but you could tell that little spark was there again. “oh yeah? maybe you like it when i’m shy, huh?”

“maybe,” you teased, letting your fingers drag down his chest. “but i like it more when you stop overthinking and just go with it.”

he huffed out a laugh, finally letting you undress him the rest of the way.

“and you’re cute when you’re shy, but let’s not make this a thing. we got company, babe.”

you pulled soonyoung by the waist, kissing him deep right there in the corner, your hands slid down his back, pulling him close, while his hands found their way up to your chest, fingers clumsy but confident, groping you like he’d been wanting to for way too long. you bit down on his lip, not too hard but just enough to make him gasp a little, the sound getting lost in your giggle.

“damn, you’re so shy, but you’re touching me like that?” you teased, breathy, lips brushing against his, feeling his chest heave against yours. he didn’t respond, just grunted, all the blush in his cheeks starting to fade as he got more into it. you loved how easy it was to switch him up.

seungkwan and his girlfriend were already on the bed, tangled up in each other, but you could feel their eyes on you. didn’t even matter—let them watch.

“fuck,” soonyoung muttered, his breath hot on your neck now as he moved lower, his lips trailing down your throat. you could feel him hard against your thigh, his hips grinding into you as you tugged at his waist, making sure he knew you wanted him now.

“you gonna fuck me or just stand there lookin’ cute?” you whispered, not even waiting for his response before you guided him down to the bed too. you could feel his breath hitch when your hand wrapped around his cock, giving him a little squeeze.

he groaned, “oh, you’re—fuck—such a tease,” but he wasn’t complaining, not one bit.

you barely had time to register seungkwan’s girlfriend moving behind you, the sound of her low giggles filling the room. you didn’t even realize how close she was until her hands brushed your skin, soft, close to tentative like she was waiting for a signal. and when you glanced back at her, she just gave you this look, like she was daring you to do something about it.

before you knew it, you were on all fours, soonyoung’s hands firm on your hips as he lined himself up behind you. you arched your back, feeling the head of his cock playing with your folds, and you heard the low grunt he made when he finally slid into you, savoring every inch. you let out a moan, gripping the sheets, pushing back against him, already craving more.

meanwhile, seungkwan’s girlfriend had done the same, and when you looked up, there she was—on all fours, just like you—her wide eyes meeting yours with this naughty glint. seungkwan was right behind her, hands gripping her waist, pulling her back onto him with a rhythm that was just a little too rough to be anything but hot. the two of you locked eyes, and suddenly everything got... too hot.

“enjoyin’ the view?” she teased.

“oh, you have no idea,” you shot back, the words coming out in between shaky breaths as soonyoung’s thrusts started to pick up pace behind you. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper, each thrust making you moan on your arm.

but then her eyes lingered on you a little too long, like she was seeing you in a different light. her hand shot out, fingers brushing your cheek softly. the gesture was so gentle it caught you off guard. and then she was moving in, her lips ghosting over yours before you even had a chance to react. the kiss was soft at first, just a brush of lips, but then it deepened, tongues tangling together as the heat between you flared. you kissed her back, harder, fingers tangling in her hair as the two of you got lost in each other for a second, both completely forgetting about the boys behind you.

soonyoung, for his part, stilled, his cock still buried deep inside you but no longer moving, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you could hear the sharp inhale he took, his eyes were wide, pupils blown out as he watched you make out with seungkwan’s girl, his grip on your hips loosening as he let out a shaky breath.

“holy fuck…” he whispered, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear him, but you could feel the way he twitched inside you, like the sight of you two had sent him into a whole different headspace.

seungkwan had stopped too, his hands frozen on his girl’s hips, staring at the two of you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “uh… i mean, shit… y’all gonna keep that up, or…?” seungkwan’s gaze flickered between you and his girlfriend, his lips curving up in a little grin like he’d just figured out the punchline to a joke. “hey, soonyoung,” he said, voice low, but with that playful tone you knew too well. “you think we should, uh… give them some time?”

soonyoung glanced at you, then at the girl, his lips parting like he was about to respond but got caught up in the sight of your bodies pressed together. “yeah,” he breathed out, sliding off you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made him bite his lip. “yeah, let’s… let’s let ‘em do their thing.”

seungkwan chuckled softly, sliding out of his girlfriend just as easily, both of them retreating to the headboard like they were in on some kind of secret. the boys leaned back, eyes locked on you and her like it was the best show they’d ever seen. neither of them said anything for a second, just watching like they were trying to memorize every detail.

as soon as soonyoung was out of the way, you turned back to seungkwan’s girlfriend, and that kiss—the one that had started off soft—came back with a vengeance. this time, it was hungry, her lips crashing into yours, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer, her body shifting beneath you like she needed you just as much as you needed her.

her tangerine lipgloss was sticky on your tongue—sweet, citrusy—like something seungkwan would’ve definitely picked for her, and you could almost taste the laughter behind it. when her hands left your neck, sliding down to your chest, squeezing your tits with a firm, greedy grip. the sudden pressure made you moan into her mouth, loud and unashamed, the sound vibrating between you as you broke the kiss, panting.

without even thinking, you flipped her onto her back, her hair spilling out across the sheets like a halo, her wide eyes looking up at you like she was the prey. “you good, princess?” you whispered, voice all sultry. she didn’t answer with words—just nodded, biting her lip all horny.

you grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, pinning them there with one hand while the other roamed down her body, fingers grazing over the soft skin of her stomach before dipping lower, tracing the curve of her waist. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the valley between her breasts, you could feel her body tremble under you, her back arching as your lips trailed lower, teasing her.

when you took one of her nipples into your mouth, she moaned whiny. her hips bucked up against yours, and you could feel the slickness between her thighs, her body already desperate for you. you held her wrists tighter, keeping her in place as you sucked on her nipple, swirling your tongue around it just to hear her gasp again. her skin was so soft, so warm, and the taste of her lipgloss still lingered on your tongue, making everything feel sweeter.

behind you, seungkwan hummed, clearly entertained by the whole thing. “damn… soonyoung, is she always this… dominant with you in bed?”

soonyoung didn’t miss a beat. “fuck yeah,” he said, full of pride. “you should see how she handles me. this? this is nothin’.”

“no shit?” seungkwan laughed throaty, and you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“nah, for real,” soonyoung continued, leaning his head back against the headboard, his voice dropping even lower. “she’ll have me beggin’ sometimes. makes me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

you couldn’t help but smirk at that, your lips still on the girls nipple. you glanced up at her, and she gave you a sly smile, clearly loving the idea of you having that kind of power over soonyoung. you dipped lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, your hand still holding her wrists above her head, keeping her pinned beneath you.

you didn’t even notice at first—too caught up in the moment—but the sound of the boys’ breathing had changed. it was heavier, more labored, and when you finally glanced to the side, there they were: both of them, hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking themselves slowly as they watched you. their eyes were glued to the way you were worshipping seungkwan’s girl, their gazes dark and intense, like they were lost in the sight of you.

“look at ‘em,” the girl whispered, her voice soft, almost like she didn’t want to break the spell. “they can’t keep their eyes off you.”

you smirked, your hand sliding down her body, fingers brushing between her thighs, teasing her. “let ‘em watch,” you whispered back, “i don’t mind putting on a show.”

her head fell back, when your fingers teased her wet folds, her lips parting as your fingers slid inside her, slowly, then faster as she bucked her hips against your hand. the boys groaned in unison beside you, their strokes speeding up as they watched you work her over, their eyes glazed over with thirst. soonyoung’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, while seungkwan’s hand moved quicker, his knuckles turning pale from the grip.

“fuck… you’re so—god, you’re good,” she moaned, her body arching up off the bed as your fingers curled inside her. you didn’t let up, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking gently on the skin there as you felt her walls clench around your fingers. she was close, so close, you knew it, you had the same signs.

the boys were silent now, their hands moving faster, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. you didn’t even have to look at them to know they were both on the edge, watching you push seungkwan’s girl to hers.

seungkwan was the first to break the silence, his voice breathless, almost shaking. “she likes when—”

before he could finish, his girlfriend cut him off, her voice a little slurred from how close she was, her hips still twitching beneath you. “no, no, no, baby, let her do her thing!” she said, her words coming out in a rush. “i’m cummin’.”

you smirked, pulling your fingers out of her just as she was wobbly on the edge. “ah-ah,” you tutted, “you’re gonna talk to him properly.”

her head fell back, lips parting in a whine as she squirmed beneath you, clearly frustrated that you stopped. you turned to seungkwan, locking eyes with him, and his expression was priceless—wide-eyed, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. like you were doing things to his girl he didn’t even know were possible. like he didn't even know she was submissive like this.

“what? you okay, seungkwan?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. he blinked, still staring at you, not even noticing how his hand was working his cock faster, almost in a daze.

but the girl beneath you wasn’t having it. she let out a long, desperate whine, her hips jerking up, practically begging for more. you grinned, grabbing her arm and flipping her onto her chest, her ass lifting into the air as her cheek pressed against the sheets. “since you wanna act up…” you muttered, one hand gripping the back of her neck firmly, pinning her in place. the other hand went straight for her ass, giving it a sharp slap that echoed in the room.

“fuck!” she moaned, loud, her body jolting forward from the impact, but her eyes—her eyes went straight to seungkwan, like she wanted him to see her like this, all messy and desperate for you.

“tell him you’re sorry,” you demanded firmly..

“so—soRRYY!” she cried out, the word breaking halfway as your fingers slid back inside her, deep and relentless. her pussy was so wet, clenching around your fingers instantly, her hips rolling back against you, desperate for more. the way her body responded to your touch was almost sinful, and it made your head spin with just how good she looked like this—helpless, but still wanting more.

soonyoung, who had been mostly quiet up until now, let out a soft groan, his hand gripping his cock harder as he watched. “babe, go easy on her,” he mumbled, his voice strained, like he could barely handle what he was seeing.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “easy?” you smirked, glancing back at soonyoung. “she’s enjoying it.” your fingers thrust deep into her again, and she let out a loud, keening moan, her body trembling. “pussy so tight around my fingers. aren’t you, baby? are you enjoying it, hmm?”

her moans were breathy, needy, and she nodded furiously, smiling through the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets tighter. “yes! fuck, yes, i am!”

you laughed, pressing your thumb to her clit as your fingers continued to pump in and out of her, “yeah?” you said, “then tell ‘em how good you feel, baby. come on. let ‘em know how much you like it.”

her breath came out in short, desperate gasps as she struggled to form words, her hips pushing back to meet every thrust of your fingers. “i—i feel so good,” she moaned, her voice high-pitched and shaky. “oh my god, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”

seungkwan’s eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly open in disbelief as his hand sped up on his cock, stroking himself faster, matching the rhythm of your fingers fucking into his girlfriend. body melting from how turned on he was.

soonyoung, on the other hand, was a little more vocal, his eyes narrowed in focus as he watched you dominate her. you smirked, pressing down harder on her clit, and her moan turned into a high-pitched cry, her body convulsing under you as her orgasm built up again. “you love it when to be slut out huh??” you murmured.

she nodded, her moans growing louder, further desperate. “yes, yes, i love it,” she whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets.

“then you better cum for me,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear as you curled your fingers inside her, the pads of your fingers pressed hard against her g'spot, as you shake your singers side to side inside her. “right now.”

her whole body seized up, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she came hard, her pussy clenching around your fingers as she bucked her hips, riding out her orgasm. her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

you slowed down, easing her through it, but you didn’t stop completely, your fingers still moving inside her as she moaned softly, her body still jerky beneath you. “that’s a good girl,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as she slowly came down from her high.

you sat up, feeling like the fucking queen of this whole scene as you brushed your hair back, grinning to yourself as you looked down at her. she was completely fucked out—eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling, her lips parted in that post-orgasm fog. you couldn’t help but smile at how absolutely fucked out she looked, and you wore that pride on your face like a badge of honor.

seungkwan shifted up, a gleam in his eye, one you hadn’t seen before. he leaned in, “hey, baby girl,” he said, his eyes darting from you to his girlfriend. “eat her out. hm? she was so good for you, right?”

she blinked, almost like she couldn’t believe what he was saying, but then that grin—fuck, that grin spread across her face like this was the best idea she’d heard all night. she waited for you to move off of her, that cheeky smile still plastered across her face as she slid off the bed, kneeling behind you on the floor, her eyes fixed on your ass like it was her next fucking meal—yea, it was actually...

you raised your eyebrows, smirking, but when her hands gripped your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart, that cocky confidence flickered. you tried to glance back at her over your shoulder, curious, but the second her tongue slid up your slit, all the way from your clit to your dripping hole, your body jolted like it had been electrocuted. she didn’t waste any time either—her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth like she was starved for it, and you couldn’t hold back the loud moan that tore from your throat.

your knees buckled, and before you could stop yourself, your face dropped into the sheets, ass still high in the air, giving her all the space she needed. her mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling around your clit like she was trying to drive you insane, and for a second, you almost forgot about everything else in the room—about seungkwan, about soonyoung. Ii was just her, making you feel like you were about to cum in seconds..

and then—wham—a sharp tug at your hair snapped you out of it. you didn’t even need to think twice; you knew that pull. soonyoung. that rough, rough yank that had you straightening up immediately, no questions asked. but when you finally raised your head, blinking through the steam, you were met with seungkwan’s cock right in front of you, flushed pink and leaking precum.

“what the…” you muttered, confusion flickering across your face for a second before you realized what was happening. soonyoung was behind seungkwan, his hand still gripping your hair, but his other hand was wrapped around seungkwan’s waist, pulling him closer, guiding him right toward your mouth. seungkwan looked like he was on the edge of losing it, his eyes locked on yours, his breath coming out in shaky little puffs.

“suck it,” soonyoung’s voice came out as a command, the same tone that always made your body respond on instinct. his fingers tightened in your hair, not painful, but definitely not gentle, making your thighs clench together, the girl immediately pulling them apart to slurp you up.

you swallowed hard, your eyes flicking from seungkwan’s cock to his face, and then back again. his tip was so red, so needy, his length a bit longer than soonyoung's, but your boyfriend is thicker. you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide out, flicking it across his tip as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

he groaned, loud, his hand immediately flying to the back of your head, but before he could guide you any further, soonyoung took over, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled your head closer, pressing your lips fully against seungkwan’s cock. “that’s it, baby,” soonyoung murmured behind you, his voice low and satisfied. “open wide for him.”

you did. yyur mouth stretched around seungkwan’s cock as you took him in, your tongue swirling around his shaft as he let out a shaky groan, his hips jerking forward slightly. you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out around his cock, especially with his girlfriend still between your legs, knew how to flick your clit faster than any sex toy.

“fuck—she’s so good,” seungkwan muttered, his voice tight, his hand pressing against the back of your head as he gently rocked his hips forward, fucking into your mouth. jis cock twitched on your tongue, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, his taste salty and slightly bitter but not unpleasant.

each time she licked over your clit, she would switch it up, teasing little flicks one second and then dragging her whole tongue over you the next, keeping you right on the edge, making your hips grind back against her face. you could feel your thighs trembling, the pressure building up inside you again, threatening to spill over at any second.

soonyoung’s voice cut through your haze, that teasing lilt making your stomach flip. “look at her, seungkwan. she’s falling apart just from your cock and a little tongue action. think she’s gonna last much longer?”

seungkwan groaned again, his hips stuttering as he looked down at you. “fuck… no, she’s—she’s close, isn’t she?”

you couldn’t even respond—soonyoung controlling your movements, seungkwan filling your mouth, and that girl’s tongue between your legs, you felt like you were going to explode, like your body couldn’t take any more, but at the same time, you didn’t want it to stop.

“you close, baby?” soonyoung’s voice was soft, almost mocking, and you could hear the smile in his voice. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, or better, he knew exactly that you were about to cum.

you moaned around seungkwan’s cock, the vibration making him hiss, his hips jerking forward again. the moan turned into a gasp as she sucked your clit into her mouth again, hard, and your body tensed, your thighs trembling as you felt the orgasm rip through you. you couldn’t stop the way your body reacted, your hips grinding back against her face, your moans muffled around seungkwan’s cock as you came, hard, your whole body shaking.

seungkwan groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as he held your head in place, thrusting shallowly into you, clearly on the edge himself. “fuck, fuck, i’m—”

the second soonyoung’s hand gripped the back of your head, the other wrapping around seungkwan’s cock, pumping him in those slow, calculated strokes—shit, you weren’t prepared for that. seungkwan’s gasp filled the air, startled at first, but he didn’t stop him. no, he didn’t even think about stopping him. instead, his whole body went soft, like he just melted into it, his head falling back onto your boyfriend’s shoulder like he’d been waiting for this his whole life.

and fuck—you couldn’t look away. you tried, you tried to focus on what was happening behind you, but your brain couldn’t process the overload of sensations and the filthy sight right in front of you. soonyoung’s fist was wrapped around seungkwan’s cock, working him expertly, while seungkwan, who usually had the most composure, was falling apart, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath.

you clenched around nothing, your thighs squeezing together as the girl behind you just kept going, her mouth on your clit, her tongue relentless, sucking and swirling until you were gasping, almost sobbing from the overstimulation. fuck, you were so sensitive it hurt, but in the best possible way, the way that had your whole body trembling, begging for release again even though you’d just come undone moments ago.

your eyes locked on soonyoung—your boyfriend—his lips curved into that smirk. he saw it. he fucking saw the way you were staring at him, completely star-struck, not even bothering to hide how turned on you were by him giving his best friend a handjob like it was nothing. “you like this?” he rasped, his eyes flicking to yours. “look at you, baby. fuck, you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”

before you could even answer, seungkwan’s hand flew back, tangling in soonyoung’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him grunt, while his other hand gripped your boyfriend’s forearm, almost like he needed to tie up himself to something. “soonyoung—fuck, soonyoung…” he moaned, his voice cracking at the end, so desperate it made your stomach twist in knots.

that was it. officially your end. the sight of seungkwan, all fucked out, moaning your boyfriend’s name, and the girl still working your pussy like she knew this was her one shot, she knew this was a rare occasion, so she had to devour you while she could—it was too much. your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body jerking forward, your face buried in the sheets as you came again, hard. “fuck—fuck!” you cried out, your hips rolling back against her mouth, her tongue lapping at your clit like she was trying to suck the soul right out of you. she moaned against you, drinking up every drop of your orgasm, and you could feel her smile against your pussy, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

you barely had time to recover before you heard seungkwan again, his voice high and breathless. “soonyoung, please—i’m—i’m so close—” his hand gripped soonyoung’s wrist, his hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more. your eyes flicked up just in time to see soonyoung’s other hand reach up, his fingers brushing over one of seungkwan’s nipples, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

the reaction was immediate. seungkwan’s whole body went rigid, his eyes flying open as he gasped, and then he was coming, his cock twitching in soonyoung’s hand as he spilled all over your chest in thick, hot ropes. you watched in awe as he groaned, his cum painting your skin as he rode out his orgasm.

“fuck…” seungkwan panted, his chest heaving, his body slumping against soonyoung’s, completely spent. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, still trying to catch your breath as you glanced down at the mess he’d made on your chest. soonyoung let out a low chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “told you she was good,” he murmured to seungkwan, smirking.

seungkwan could barely form words at this point, just nodding weakly as his body slumped further into your boyfriend’s embrace. “yeah…” he mumbled“she’s… she’s fucking incredible.”

you looked over at the girl who was still on her knees behind you, her lips shiny with your slick. “and her,” you added with a smirk, reaching back to pat her cheek playfully. “she’s so good.”

she laughed, a little breathless but proud, licking her lips as she finally sat back on her heels. soonyoung chuckled, leaning back on the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around seungkwan’s waist as they both caught their breath.

“soonyoungie...” seungkwan called.

“hm?”

“how about you? you didn't.. um—”

“oh! no, don't worry about it kwannie.” your boyfriend brushed off, but you know that his erection was painfully hard.

seungkwan didn’t hesitate, getting on his knees like he was determined to prove something, but the second his lips wrapped around soonyoung’s cock, the room practically stopped breathing.

the girl behind you sucking in a breath too as she watched.

soonyoung’s loud moan broke through the silence, his head tipping back against the headboard, eyes rolling shut. fuck, you’d never seen him react like this, his whole body going tense, his knuckles pallid from how hard he was gripping the sheets.

it wasn’t perfect—not at all—but fuck, the way seungkwan was trying made his heart race. his lips were messy, sliding over soonyoung’s length with more spit than skill, but there was something so hot about how eager he was, how he didn’t even hesitate once he made his decision.

you felt your body tense, your hands gripping the girl’s thighs for support, and she squeezed back, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “holy shit... are you seeing this?” her fingers suddenly slid down, spreading your legs even wider. you moaned softly, feeling her slip two fingers into your already soaked pussy, your own cum making it easier for her to push in deep. you nearly passed out from the overstimulation, your back arching against her chest.

seungkwan moaned around soonyoung’s cock, trying his best to suck him off properly. you could see the strain in his expression, like he was concentrating so hard, probably mimicking the way his girlfriend usually gave him head but not quite nailing it. still, he was trying, swirling his tongue over the tip and letting out little moans every time he bobbed his head down a little too deep.

soonyoung’s eyes flew open, locking onto you. he looked wrecked, but there was shock in his eyes too, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. his lips parted, his breath coming out in ragged pants, and his hands fisted into the sheets. “oh, fuck—fuck,” he gasped, his hips jerking a little, like he couldn’t control himself.

“shit, kwan,” soonyoung groaned, his voice rough, low, and so sexy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as seungkwan worked his cock. his whole body was trembling, and you could tell he was trying to hold back, not wanting to buck into seungkwan’s mouth too hard.

you leaned your head back, your lips parting in pleasure as the girl’s fingers sped up inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. “oh my god,” you whimpered, your hand flying to grab her wrist, trying to steady yourself as she fucked you harder with her fingers.

soonyoung looked like he was in pure heaven, his head rolling back as seungkwan’s mouth got sloppier, the wet sounds filling the room. “shit, kwan—baby,— wait! not baby, um.. you’re—fuck, you’re—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, his hips jerking up again.

seungkwan popped off his cock, his lips shiny and swollen, a string of spit connecting his mouth to soonyoung’s length. “am i doing good?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes wide, like he needed reassurance.

soonyoung’s laugh was almost breathless, his head falling back onto the pillow. “fuck—yeah, you’re doing more than good,” he panted, his hand reaching out to cup the back of seungkwan’s head, guiding him back down again. “just—just keep going, like that. just like that.”

seungkwan immediately went back to it, this time a little more confident, taking soonyoung deeper into his mouth. his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his tongue flicking against the underside, and you could tell he was really trying now. soonyoung groaned, loud and desperate, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tighter as he fought to keep control. his hips jerked again, and this time, seungkwan didn’t even flinch, just took it like he was getting used to the rhythm.

you couldn’t help but moan at the sight, feeling your own arousal build up again. the girl behind you grinned, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “you like watching him get sucked off by my man?”

“fuck—yes,” you gasped, not even caring how wrecked you sounded. “it’s so—god, it’s so fucking hot…”

she chuckled, her fingers sliding out of you making a wet spurt spill from you, only to push the fingers back in, harder this time, making you whimper. “you’re dripping all over me,” she teased, her thumb brushing your puffy clit lightly, making you tense up and des-tense. “so wet, baby.”

soonyoung’s voice cut through the haze, his moans turning into a desperate whine. “fuck—kwan, i’m gonna—i’m gonna fucking cum—”

“shit, i wanna see that,” you muttered, your eyes glued to them. seungkwan’s hand had slipped down to stroke the base of soonyoung’s cock, his mouth working the tip, sloppy and messy, but so fucking eager it didn’t even matter. soonyoung’s hips stuttered, his breath coming in short gasps.

“kwan—fuck—” soonyoung’s whole body tensed, and then he was coming, hard, his hips jerking up as his cock pulsed in seungkwan’s mouth. “fuck—baby, fuck—” he groaned, his head thrown back, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tight as he rode out his orgasm.

seungkwan pulled off just in time, watching as soonyoung’s cum spilled out, some of it hitting his lips, some of it dripping down soonyoung’s cock. he licked his lips, looking dazed and a little proud, like he couldn’t believe he’d just done that.

soonyoung wiped the last bit of cum from the corner of seungkwan's mouth, his fingers brushing over his lips before he grabbed seungkwan by the hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. it was messy, a little clumsy, it was hot. their mouths collided in desperation, seungkwan’s hands gripping soonyoung’s waist, pulling him closer while soonyoung’s fingers threaded through his hair, keeping him in place. their teeth clashed for a second, but neither seemed to care.

you couldn’t help but moan, feeling your body heat up all over again as you watched them kiss, and from behind you, seungkwan’s girl let out a breathy sound, echoing your reaction. both boys paused, their lips still so close, eyes flickering to you and the girl on the bed. their smiles mirrored each other, soft but undeniably mischievous.

soonyoung whispered something against seungkwan’s lips, so quiet you almost missed it, “you were really fucking good, kwannie.”

seungkwan smiled, his eyes half-lidded, looking up at soonyoung like he was in a dream. “thanks,” he muttered back, voice a little shy now despite the boldness of everything that had just happened.

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later, after everyone was cleaned up, dressed, and feeling like they’d just shared the wildest secret, you and soonyoung found yourselves at the front door of seungkwan’s place, waving goodbye to the couple. seungkwan and his girlfriend stood in the doorframe, still glowing from the high of the night, their arms wrapped around each other as they hugged.

“text us when you get home safe, yeah?” seungkwan’s girlfriend said, her voice light but still laced with care. her hair was a little messy, but she looked happier than ever, her lips still shiny from the tangerine lip gloss she’d worn earlier.

“we will!”

you pulled your jean jacket tighter around you, snuggling into it for comfort as soonyoung threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. the chill of the night was nothing compared to the warmth radiating from his body. the two of you didn’t speak for a moment, just walking in comfortable silence, your steps falling in sync as you left the building behind.

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual. “didn’t know i’d enjoy watching you like that,” he murmured with a little smirk. there was still a playful glint in his eyes, but his tone had softened, like he wasn’t trying to tease you this time—just… admitting something.

you laughed, a breathy sound escaping your lips as you glanced up at him. “you mean watching me take control? or watching seungkwan suck your dick?”

he grinned, his nose scrunching up a bit as he thought about it. “both, actually.”

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, his voice softening a little as he looked down at you. “you okay, though? like… really?” there was a hint of concern in his voice, and you knew he was just checking in, making sure you were really good with everything.

you nodded, smiling up at him. “yeah. i’m good. i mean, it was kinda crazy, but… i’m really good.”

he smiled back, his hand sliding down to rub small circles on your back. “good. ‘cause i don’t want you feeling weird or anything after all that. it was…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “honestly, it was fun. but if you’re not cool with it—”

“soonyoung,” you interrupted, reaching up to tug on his jacket lightly, making him stop in his tracks. “i’m fine. really. like you said, it was fun.” you grinned, pulling him closer. “and a little weird. but fun.”

he relaxed then, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “good,” he murmured against your hair. “i love you, you know that?”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace. “i know. i love you too.”

there was something so solid about the way he held you, like the two of you had been through crazier shit before and would probably go through it again, but at the end of the day, it was always just the two of you. always.

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, his face lit up in the dim glow of the streetlights. “so… what now? home? or are we grabbing food? ‘cause i’m starving,” you asked, your voice teasing as you raised an eyebrow.

soonyoung laughed, his hand sliding down to hold yours as you started walking again. “food. definitely food. no way we’re going home after that without something greasy.”

“mm, burgers?” you suggested, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“burgers, fries, milkshakes. the whole deal.” his grin was wide, and you could feel the excitement bubbling up again, like you hadn’t just spent the night doing something most people would never even think about. but that was soonyoung—always down for whatever, always keeping things light.

“perfect,” you agreed, feeling your stomach rumble at the thought. and as you walked down the quiet street, hand in hand.

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tf-kinky · 5 months ago

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"Fuck you losers! Not so big anymore are ya fucks!"

Noah had enough of his big brothers picking on him all the time, so he decided to take care of them. He turned them into a sock each, Reece on the right foot, Vince on the left foot!

"Look at you cunts! Already leaving damp footprints on the floor! Already had your husbands lick loads of those up before turning them into these pair of white Nikes, gonna wear em losers everyday with you both on as well, all four of you in permanent purgatory! Oh by the way you two gonna be my cumrags as well, and don't forget I have that hyperspermia condition gonna literally drench you two and your husbands in pints of cum every time I rub one out!

Noah puts his brothers husbands on and heads out for a run.

Reece is in such pain and has a genuine fear of feet. He finds feet beyond vile and terrifying. He can't believe this is his life now, and also feels terrible for his husband Luke.

Vince the other sock is also in extreme pain, each type pure agony. Like someone is jumping off a trampoline onto his balls non stop. He also is scared for his husband Kurt, but both Vince and Reece have to accept this is their dark future now.

Noah meanwhile has had a constant hard on since he turned them all into these things. Noah os very happy to be the only child in his family now.

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #tf #transformation #permanent tf #permanent transformation #brothers #socks transformation #socks tf #sock transformation #sock tf #shoes transformation #shoes tf #shoe transformation #shoe tf #clothing transformation #clothing tf

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deepperplexity · 2 months ago

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Prompt 24: Christmas Party [OS]

Pairing: Snape x GN!Muggle!Reader

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: Snape lives AU, set many, many years after the Second Wizarding War and life has been kind to Severus at last — with you by his side.

A/N: It’s Christmas Eve darlings! Merry Christmas! 😍🎄✨ We’re in full swing with the celebrations and with the in-laws visiting it’s quite nice. For those who don’t know me, my husband is from Hong Kong and so we have quite different cultures, language barriers (no shared language despite having many languages between us) etc in our family but we always end up having such a great time 🥰

I wish you all the best holiday and I hope next year will be amazing! Let’s end this year’s Rickmas with some Old-Happy-Snape 😍❤

Tags/TW’s: Fluff, Cuteness, Snape Lives, Old Snape, Love, Kissing, Hugging, Comfort, Happiness, Domestic Fluff, HAPPY SNAPE, COMFORT READ

Word Count: 1.1k

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Christmas Party

There was little to do for him. You always sorted everything needed, with a smile so bright and a warmth so strong he would never have enough of it. Each year, as if it were a magical law, you turned into an energetic ball of joy with a need to decorate every surface of the little house he had come to feel at home in — a feeling he never expected to experience. It had been years of this warmth now, years of having a bright home and that odd feeling in his gut that came with complete relaxation.

It was all you, of course. It had nothing to do with the cosy kitchen where your favourite mug and his stood side by side next to the kettle. It had little to do with the fireplace of natural stone dressed in garlands and two stockings with his and your name hand-stitched into the white fabric in the living room. There was nothing special about the bedroom with the hand-sewn quilt of fabrics procured during all your travels around the world. Not even the cute covered porch with the hanging swing big enough for two to sit and watch the marvellous sunsets during chilly spring evenings had anything to do with it.

It was you. Just you. He could live in a shack at the edge of the world and you’d make it wonderful, he was certain of it. You were magical. A muggle, sure, but more magical than any spell or incantation could ever hope to be.

“Severus! Where are you, love?” you called and he could not help but smile as he put down his book and got out of the comfortable chair of worn-out leather. “The study,” he said, his voice carrying through the house despite it not being loud. You poked your head in with that bright smile and those warm eyes. “Cheeky, love. Come on, they’ll all arrive soon.” “On my way,” he said while you disappeared, your quick steps sounding out through the house while he moved a bit slower.

He stretched out his back, two pops going off before he rolled his shoulders once. He was no spring boy anymore, and time had not been kind to his body — but you seemed to love it as much today as you had all those years ago. That was all that mattered.

He drew a deep breath, not fearing what was to come as he had done for the first decade by your side. Now he knew better. He was better. Again, it was all your handiwork. So, as he walked through the narrow hallway from one end of the house to the other he found his steps to be light and the warmth of the house felt comfortable rather than stifling as it had done all those years ago when life had been dark and he had been broken.

“Can you get the ice chocolate and the fudge from the fridge?” you asked as he entered the kitchen. “The red or green bowls?” he asked as he grabbed the sweets. You looked over your shoulder at him, a little flour on your nose and the amazing smile had gone even wider. “The red ones, I think the green ones for the gingerbread and candy canes.” He nodded. “Certainly. You know best, sweetheart.” You giggled. “Again.” He harrumphed but obliged. “Sweetheart." “Onnnne more time?” you asked, your eyes warming as you’d stopped whisking whatever was in the bowl before you. “Sweetheart,” he said, not wavering in his gaze hooked to yours. “I love you.” You smiled softly all of a sudden and his heart stuttered.

He sat the sweets down, walking up to you. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you close before whispering into your ear. “I love you beyond all things.” “Sev.” “Mmh, my sweetheart…” he murmured before kissing your cheek that was all warm against his lips. “You’re a wonder, each year—” The doorbell rang and interrupted him. “They’re here!” you called out and he chuckled as you scrambled out of the apron, revealing how perfectly dressed you were in greens and silver. He grabbed your wrist before you bolted. “Flour,” he said before brushing it off your nose.

You leaned up and kissed him quickly with all the love in the world shining in your eyes. Then you nearly ran to the door while he walked slowly out of the kitchen just as jolly voices rang through the house in a cacophony of wishes for Happy Holidays and Merry Christmases. It made him smile hearing his in-laws and friends be so happy to enter his home for a Christmas party. Never had he imagined he’d ever have anything the likes of his current life. But, with you, he had all the things he’d thought impossible — despite the differences and difficulties the two of you had gone through at first it had all been worth it.

He chuckled to himself as he entered the hallway. You were in full swing with gathering everyone's coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. You were more of a clothing pile on legs at that moment than a human. He drew out his wand and flicked it, lifting the burden from you and hanging it all up. “Oh, thank you, love,” you said with a chuckle as he nodded. “Now, can we all gather in the living room for some toddy and sweets that would be great,” you said loudly while the general noise of twelve people in the tiny hallway made it quite hard to hear.

Everyone greeted him warmly, happily, before moving through the house and into the soon-to-be packed living room while you brought up the rear end. “This will be wonderful, love,” you said, giving him a quick hug and kiss. “You make everything wonderful,” he said before releasing you. You blew a raspberry. “Sev, love, you make me who I am,” you said — something you had told him several times but it would probably be the one thing he would never fully understand.

“Then I shall keep doing whatever it is I am doing, sweetheart,” he murmured before stealing another quick kiss before the both of you moved to the living room and all the happy guests who wished to spend Christmas Eve with the two of you every year. I am blessed, he thought and you stopped just beyond the threshold — forcing him to do the same. “You deserve this, Sev.” He glanced down at you. “What?” “You think you’re blessed, but you’ve done all the work to get here. You deserve this, so, smile and enjoy it with me?”

That you knew him so well only added to the warmth. He leaned forward, kissing your temple gently. “Every day, sweetheart. Every. single. day, he murmured with that low tone you seemed to adore so much. And, indeed, your eyes warmed further and there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be than right there in the chaos of a loud Christmas party with you by his side...

The end of Rickmas 2024... Thank you for this year, darlings!

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A/N: HE DESERVES ALL THE HAPPINESS! 😭👏🎄✨❤

Merry Christmas darlings! I hope you've had a wonderful time this December and that you're all warm on the inside with this last fic of Rickmas 2024 ❤❤❤

I can barely wrap my head around having been able to post every day for Rickmas this year without missing a single day, and it's ended up at a total 69k word count in the end - holy moly 👀😅

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selfship-confession-box · 1 month ago

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Heyo! The mods have agreed to compile a introduction post for all of our followers to get to know us a little bit :)

Artemisia: HI I’m your resident sapphic self shipper :3 I’m a newer mod here, they/them/fae/faer. My f/o’s are Daniela Dimitrescu from RE8 and her AU in Resident Lover, and my other love Jett from Valorant, I’m non sharing for both ^^. I’m a Hellenic pagan and also a reality shifter! Nice to meet yall :)

⭐️: Halloooo :-] i am the mod that started this account, and i go by Oscar, Star, or Boombox ^_^!! my main f/os are Liam Plecak from hfjone (nonsharing), Painkiller from objectified(selective), and Accountant Jim from blocktales(selective) :3 i also kin boombox from phighting and am robotkin !! my pronouns are it/he/xe/they/star.

🍊⚙️: Oh sweet science, it's my turn, uhm. Nigel, he/core (resident delusional attachment/irl, if we're. claiming "resident" titles. uhm.) Main f/o and love of my life is Stirling... uh... Portal... Revolution... the metal orb... yeah... nonsharing. I refer to myself almost exclusively with terms relating to my canon counterpart (also metal ball...) Yup. I'm the extra chatty one. Uh, sorry to anyone who reads the tags, ha.

♦️: Hihihi! You guys can call me Crimson or Atlas {although I do have other names} and I use he/they/it + whatever other neos you want to throw at me for pronouns! Most of my f/os tend to be OCs of mine, but I do have some from various not-made-by-me media. {I’m very open to sharing} I’m vaguely on the auto-spectrum and maaaaybeee also fictionkin but I haven’t fully figured that out yet. Have a good day everyone !! :}

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grlsbstshot · 2 months ago

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MAKE HER MINE

Pairing (Original Characters): Nasir Holmes (Lucky Daye) x Toni St. Cirie (Beyoncé Knowles-Carter)

One Shot Synopsis:

model-turned-actress-turned-hotshot publicist, toni st. cirie, puts her career first over any man. but what happens when actor, nasir holmes, enters her life hoping to become her next beau?

Warnings: smut (18+), usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), oral (female receiving), foot play – if we missed anything, let us know!

Co-writer: @bornysterdays

Word Count: 4.3k // Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: The following characters are original creations.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

nasir holmes didn't know how he did it, but he landed a meeting with the toni st. cirie. yes, the supermodel turned successful actress turned public relations powerhouse, toni st. cirie. the blonde bombshell's career was admirable and inspiring, but nasir wasn't interested in any of that. he wanted to get to know toni on a personal level. the man had the biggest crush on her, but he was playing way out of his league.

someone like toni st. cirie was in the major leagues, while he spent his time in the minors. nasir holmes' acting career had just begun. he starred in a few blockbuster hits with smaller roles, came from the holmes family dynasty, and had a recurring spot on the hit show, messy, but that was it. that wasn't enough to impress someone like toni st. cirie.

nasir considered himself a good actor, but he already knew that winning toni st. cirie over would be the hardest audition in his life. everything he's read or heard about her said she was hard to impress, so all of his tricks needed to come out today especially because he worked so hard at meeting toni. he tried reaching out at award shows, but she was always busy with her clientele. he tried getting her number from mutual friends, but they were not risking their relationship with toni. hell, he even tried to use her email from her website, and that failed.

this was his last chance to steal toni’s heart and he planned it like a true heist. he called her company and let them know he was looking for a new publicist (he was not). nasir told them he only wanted a meeting with toni. it couldn’t be one of the publicists that worked for her. it had to be toni. any other man would have given up after the nos he’s heard, but not him. he was persistent. he didn’t give up until he got what he wanted, and that was her sitting across from him.

his friends told him he was crazy. insane even. all of this for one woman? but it wasn’t just any woman. it was toni fucking st. cirie. he took a sip from his wine glass as he waited for her. nasir never got nervous, but now? he was on edge. his leg bounced harder than the ball in a game of jacks as he waited for her.

he organized the meeting at fleming's. it was intimate but not intimidating. it was fancy but not too much. he wore a tan polo shirt with a few buttons open, a pair of black slacks, and some black dress shoes. his outfit was just enough.

nasir had been watching the door for so long that he started to get nervous she wouldn't show. but when she finally did, it felt like his heart stopped. he saw her photos, and watched her from a distance, but nothing could prepare him for seeing her up close. she was much more beautiful, and she had a glow that looked like the sun reflected off of her. he was in fucking trouble.

he stood up, holding his hand out. "hey toni?" he said, like he hadn't google-searched everything about this woman. "i'm nasir. nice to meet you."

the only reason why toni took the meeting with nasir was because she knew his name. she knew his family legacy and she knew it'd be good to have him as a client. but nasir refused to meet with anyone but her. it irritated her enough to want to pass on reaching out to him, but toni was a businesswoman. she knew she couldn't pass up a good opportunity just because she was in her feelings. so she cancelled an afternoon full of appointments, pushed lunch with her niece, imani st. cirie, back to dinner, and made room for nasir holmes.

"you're a very persistent man, mr. holmes." she said softly. the blonde tendrils of hair she left curled against her cheeks flagging through her vision. she shook nasir's hand before pulling back to brush the hair behind her ear.

"i have to be if i want the best, ms. cirie." he said, returning to his seat in front of her. she watched as he adjusted his clothing once he was seated.

"i don't usually handle clients personally anymore." she informed him before she even sat down. there were a few people she managed things for but they were close to her. imani was damn near her own child -- of course she was hands-on with her career. but mostly everyone else? they went to the top-notch team she'd managed to pull together for her law firm. "but you insisted. so i'm here. let's talk nasir."

"i'm glad you decided to take this meeting. so let's start there. it's really an honor to meet you. you know i actually ran into you a few years ago. i think it was at an award show. i don't think you knew who i was though." he said, toni shook her head at his statement.

"you're nasir holmes. been in a lot of movies, a member of one of the most talented dynasties in this town. i know who you are. i probably was just busy." she shrugged, narrowing her gaze at nasir. toni considered herself capable of reading people. it was how she succeeded in the industry that refused to take her seriously. she couldn't get a read on nasir.

he seemed to be a fan of hers, but she had long stopped acting. the occasional appearance wasn't much to gain fans over. she sighed softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "why were you so insistent on having me for this meeting? we have great agents at malecon. i'm too busy to personally guide a lot of careers -- is that why you requested the meeting? you want me personally?"

"yes, i want you personally." he answered before clearing his throat. "i know you're busy but i'm an easygoing client. you won't be stressing about me too much."

"if you were easygoing, you would have picked one of the many agents that work at malecon instead of insisting on this meeting." toni spoke softly, almost politely. she wasn't busying that nasir would be an easygoing client. she couldn't find any real scandal in his life. either, he wasn't too much trouble or his current team hid shit pretty well. if that was true, why was he trying to switch to her? her instincts didn't really fail her, and toni knew there was more to the story. it was on the tip of her tongue to deny her. she didn't llet herself be manipulated or pushed into doing things that weren't best for her...but he seemed so damn earnest. "i handle five clients personally, mr. holmes. two of which have been with me for over a decade. if i choose to take you on, you have to understand that i will not be available to you twenty four/seven." toni wouldn't have made the speech if she hadn't already decided to take him on. this may be a mistake but she was going to see it through. "tell me five things you want from your career."

there was a pause in the conversation. she stared at the man blankly. it seemed like he was searching for his next words. "i want an oscar, an emmy, to inspire people that look like me, to do a story that's never been told and a date with toni st. cirie."

she looked at him as if a second head emerged from his neck. "i'm sorry, what?"

"i want to take you out on a date." "i don't date my clients." "i'm not trying to be your client. i want to date you." "date me? please don't waste my time, mr. holmes. i don't have time for games." “i am not a man that plays games. i am serious. i want you.”

toni started to grab her things. she pulled away from the table and stood to her feet. the woman took one last glance at nasir. "call me when you want to talk about your career. not this foolishness." she said firmly before strutting away from the table.

it was days later, but the meeting with nasir had been threaded into her mind, and she had been trying to unravel it. she searched his name on google, researching all she could about him. she even searched through her contacts to find out more about him. she didn't understand why but she was curious. he was the first man to stump her in a long time.

as she talked to her best friend, anaïs jourdain, she tried to make sense of it all. "the nerve of him," she shook her head. toni shut her laptop, deciding her research was finished for the day. "did you know that he's only thirty-six?"

"okay, so nine years?" "he probably just wants to tell his friends that he got to fuck toni st. cirie." "but didn't you say he mentioned you in some interview a while ago or something?" toni sighed, "okay, that means nothing. it just means he's been waiting to fuck me for a very long time. did you know he used to be married to? to some instagram model? my shit doesn't sit that high anymore." "so what!? you were married three times before. that means nothing."

she rolled her eyes so hard, she was sure that anaïs could see it through the phone. toni hated even thinking about her past marriages. all of them ended in failure and on the front page. maybe that's why nasir was interested in her. maybe he thought she was an easy lay. "just give him a chance," her friend woke her out of her trance. "what's the worst that could happen?"

the meeting made everything worse for nasir. he only wanted her more. throughout these past few days, all he could think about was her. he thought about the way her curls flooded her face. he thought about the way those hazel eyes gazed at him. he thought about the way she said his name. he even thought about the way she walked away from him.

he was swamped in thoughts of her. thoughts of toni drowned every one of his other thoughts. he hadn't even noticed he was overdoing his set of curls at his home gym until he heard his trainer and friend yell, "hey, man! enough." tariq carter scolded. "where yo' mind at, bruh?"

"shit, my bad man," he said. nasir carefully bent his knees and placed his weights on the ground. "remember how i told you i had a meeting with toni? well, that's what i was thinking about."

tariq took the towel on his broad shoulders and wiped his forehead. "she turned you down didn't she? i told you that shit wasn't gone work. i heard she a tough one to crack."

nasir chest heaved in and out as he tried to restore his heart to a normal pace. it wasn't racing like it was when he got around toni, but it was close to it. he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to wipe his damp forehead. "yeah, i know. i know. i'm not giving up though."

"you not giving up?" his friend looked at him with a confused expression. "hell nah, man. i'm not stopping until she mine." tariq chuckled, shaking his head. "you got too much dip on ya chip. nigga, she turned down a date with an oil tycoon. and that nigga got money longer than the state of texas. you really think you got a chance?"

"okay, but that nigga ain't me. toni gone be mine one day, watch."

it took some convincing. nasir practically begged the blonde beauty over the phone for another meeting with her. once again, nasir convinced her that it was career-related, but it wasn't. she was a force in the pr field. hell, he probably needed a publicist like her, but didn't want that. he wanted to be her man.

he sat at the table across from her, trying not to stare too hard. she was beautiful. all of her facial features glowed over the candlelight. her hazel eyes became more prominent. he noticed the small moles that decorated her face. she was like an art piece that he couldn't look away from.

"thanks for meeting with me again, ms. toni. it's such a pleasure to see you again in the flesh." he said. his throat felt dry, maybe because of how sweaty his palms were. he sipped his water and pretended that this woman didn't make him nervous. "would you consider this a first date? candlelight dinner at a dimly lit restaurant sounds like a date to me."

"no. not at all. my first dates are much more private than this, mr. holmes." noted. she liked her privacy. the gears in his brain were already turning on what could be a perfect first date for her. "why are we here, mr. holmes? are you signing with malecon or just trying to seduce me? you can't have both. you're my client or you're a suitor."

he tried not to get distracted by how his name rolled off of her tongue. it was enough to make his heart shudder, but he focused on her words instead. "i thought it was obvious, ms. st. cirie. but let me make myself clear. i'm not interested in being one of your clients. i know you're great at what you do, but i want something more than that. i want the opportunity to get to know you and see what becomes of it." there was no turning back now. all of his cards were on the table. either she could choose to play or she could move on.

if this was anyone else, toni would have left the table. she would have made sure he never had the ability to contact her again and she would have moved on with her life. but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. she put the truth out there -- and he picked personal. he seemed confident and sure of what he wanted. so toni resolved to give him one shot.

"fine." she stood from her seat, pushing the chair back before she sidestepped it and dragged it around the table to sit closer to nasir. "next time, mr. holmes -- be this direct and clear. i like men who know what they want. i have shit to do and i don't like to waste my time." she settled the chair closer to his before retaking her seat and brushing her hair over her shoulder.

she was close enough to smell his cologne. he smelled of flowers and woods. she liked it. "best believe i tried to get in contact with you, but you're a busy woman." he said, licking his lips. her eyes fell there. "if we on a personal basis, i need you to call me by my first name."

"okay, nasir. you can have one date. but only if you're a good kisser." toni said, eyeing him. she was testing him. toni prided herself on being an intelligent woman. she was also notoriously untrusting when it came to people. she made them pass tests and bend over backward to prove themselves to her. it was her old childhood battle wounds that made her that way. testing nasir was natural to her. she offered exactly what he wanted on a silver platter and waited to see what he would do.

"i can show you better than i can tell you." he smirked, looking at her lips for a moment. nasir cradled her face in his hands and leaned forward. closing his eyes, he pressed a brief kiss to her lips. his lips lingered for a moment before pulling away.

most men would have groped her or stuck their tongue down her throat. they would have taken that one shot to devour as much of her as they could because the odds were...that this was their only chance. but nas surprised her. he showed restraint and patience...as well as the fact that he was confident he'd get another date. damn it. he passed. toni blinked at him in surprise, her hand briefly lifting to press to her own lips. he managed to surprise her.

"where are you taking me?" toni asked him softly, still trying to figure him the hell out.

"it'll be a surprise. you'll know sooner than later." he said before their eyes met. "can i ask you something though? what do you like to do?"

toni smirked, her intent devious, but unable to stop herself from thinking he was cute. "i thought you knew everything there was to know about me." she didn't know if nasir was actually serious about her but he worked his ass off for the time -- and seemed very determined to prove himself. so she'd let him. what was the worst that could happen?

"i know what you tell your interviewers and what you post on instagram, but that's not much."

"i like quiet. i like peace and calm. i don't want big and flashy -- i can do that for myself. something intimate and...from the heart. no fancy jet for dinners in milan or something. just...buy me flowers. make me dinner. take me to see something close to your heart. simple stuff."

"alright, i got you. it'll be the most uneventful eventful date you've ever had." he said, smiling at her.

"i'm actually looking forward to it." toni said honestly, grinning back at him. her gaze lingered on his tongue as he licked his lips. whoa, boy. she had to pull herself together or she was in trouble. "i'm going to count this as a first date anyway since you made me move two meetings for this. i thought i was getting a new client. not a new lover."

"nah," he shook his head. "remember this ain't a first date. plus, you special. i gotta plan some shit out for you."

toni quirked a brow, surprised that he contradicted her. she thought for a minute that nas was going to be wrapped around her finger. he had worked hard enough for her attention -- and seemed to have a crush on her. still, toni liked that he was insistent on having his way. good. she didn't want a man she could run over. "alright then. i won't count it. but don't make me wait too long. i kind of find you charming."

a week later, their schedules hadn't aligned for a date yet. but he called her everyday just to hear her voice. the conversations could be long or short, depending on their schedules. he didn't mind. he just wanted to learn something new about her. A few days ago, he learned her birthday was coming up, and she had no plans. nasir wanted to do something special for her.

he ordered dozens of roses to be delivered at her house. he didn't know if she would have time for him today, but he wanted her to know that he was thinking about her. as he sat on the couch, he dialed her number, just to see if she received his flowers and wish her a happy birthday.

he didn't expect her to answer after two rings but she did. "i love them." she said, skipping over formalities. "you didn't have to do this."

he smiled, listening to her voice. "i know i didn't have to. i wanted to. happy birthday, ms. st. cirie."

"thank you. what are you doing today?" "nothing. my schedule is free for the rest of the day." "come over. i'll text you the address."

"alright, i'm there. give me an hour."

nasir was surprised she invited him over to her house. the hardest part about her invitation was finding something to wear. he didn't know if he wanted to go casual or formal, so he went with the in-between. a pair of khaki slacks with a brown collared button-down and tan dunks. the second hardest part was fighting through l.a. traffic to get there.

after going through security, he gazed through his windshield with amazement. her house was just like he expected it to be. grand and elegant. it definitely looked better than his penthouse in the downtown los angeles area.

he got out of his black mercedes benz g-class suv, grabbing the bottle of 1999 sauvignon he brought. he closed the door behind and walked to the front door nervously. he never met a woman that had him nervous like this. he knocked a few times, waiting for her to answer it.

she opened her door with a smile. "you look very handsome, nasir." she said, beating him to speak.

"thank you. you look very beautiful," he said, gazing at her outfit. it was a pink dress that complimented her curves better than he did. nasir pulled her in for a brief hug, familiarizing himself with the same scent he smelled last week. he hoped when he left that her essence trailed him. he kissed her cheek before pulling away.

toni stepped aside, allowing him to step into her house. he looked around the house, nodding his head. he was impressed. toni had good taste, but that shouldn't be surprising. he held up the bottle of wine. "i was saving this for a special occasion, but what's more special than your birthday?" he grinned.

toni took the bottle from his hands and started walking towards the kitchen. nasir followed behind her. his nose was instantly hit with the smell of seafood and sausages. his eyes followed the scent, spotting a big silver pot on her stove. then he noticed the steam. "thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

"stop telling me what i don't have to do, toni. i did it because i wanted to. are you cooking?" he asked, squinting his eyes. this woman was different. he didn't know too many people who chose to spend their birthday alone and cook for it as well.

"yes, you came just in time. i missed home, so i made gumbo. i got our plates sitting at the table waiting on us." she said as she placed the bottle of wine in her fridge.

they sat and ate gumbo. nasir raved about how good it was throughout the meal. then they had a glass of some of the wine he bought. now, they were cuddling on her couch with their second glass, watching an old western. toni fully intended to spend her birthday alone.

it's what she normally did. she preferred the isolation to people making a fuss over how old she got. she preferred to work than to think about her three failed marriages and no children. she had nothing to show besides a business. but she wanted more...even if it was hard to admit to herself. it was why nasir was here. he was interested in getting to know her so he had to see her as more than just a fantasy.

so far, she didn't have any regrets about inviting him over. she was actually glad she did. her head rested on her shoulder, and his hand sat comfortably on her thigh. he kissed her forehead, looking down at her. "you know, i still owe you one more birthday present. i gotta get your permission though."

"oh yeah?" her brow quirked. she had a feeling about where this was going. they were still getting to know each other, but it was her birthday, and the warmth of his hand against her thigh encouraged her to say yes to whatever proposal he had. "what is that?"

"let me eat you out.." nasir said, his voice only slightly above a whisper. it sent a rumble to her core. she couldn't say no now.

"well what are you waiting for?" it was like her voice ignited the fire inside of him. he sat his glass on the coffee table in front of them before grabbing hers and doing the same. he slipped his arm around her, before he got on his knees in front of her.

she wasn't used to a man wanting to cater to her like this. she liked it. nasir pulled her to a sitting position, causing her to let out an audible gasp. he pushed the coffee table back to give himself more space. grabbing her foot, he kissed her big toe then her second toe and continued until he was at her pinky toe. then he brought her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it hard. she let out a low hiss.

he did the same with her other foot. he was taking his time. part of her was screaming at her to rush him, but the other half wanted to see what he would do next. she let that half win. nasir kissed a trail to her core. her thongs were already drenched, and she was starting to grow impatient. it was nice feeling his lips all over her body, but she needed them on her pussy and he was playing. "stop teasing --" her voice caught in her throat after she felt the flick of his tongue against her core. her underwear was pushed to the side, and now she was at his mercy.

his tongue rolled against her wet lips, causing her to moan lowly. he murmured against her box, "mm, why you ain't tell me this pussy taste that good? open them legs wider for me." now, she was doing as he commanded. she opened her legs wider for him. his tongue dragged to the bottom of her slit, then back to the top, collecting her arousal before bringing it to her clit. toni hissed, grabbing his head for support.

he parted her lips with his two fingers before placing his hot mouth against her clit. his tongue flicked and circled around her bub like he already knew what would make her hot. she thought she would be able to control herself, but once his inserted two digits inside of her, she became a mess. "f-fuck, nas," she hissed.

her body rutted against his fingers, causing them to push deeper inside of her. she moaned loudly as he stroked her walls, and his tongue lapped away at her clit. the sounds of her wetness, his slurping and her moans all competed to be the loudest in the room. as her eyes squeezed shut, his tongue transported her to a different universe. she wished she could go back in time to notice him at whatever award show he saw her at so she could experience this sooner.

he alternated between sucking, licking, and kissing her clit as his fingers worked to find her g-spot. toni felt the familiar tightness in her stomach. "don't stop i'm about to--" nasir sucked her bud harder and stroked her faster until she came all over his fingers.

her hips jerked against him as he stroked her until her legs stopped shaking. he licked her slit dry. nasir kissed her clit and slowly removed his fingers from inside of her. he licked them clean. as she came down and her breathing steadied, she started to think that maybe she could keep him around.

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heartilywrites · 8 months ago

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< back to tlok's masterlist

ONE SHOTS ; sfw — nsfw

⸻ Give in to Me

resume: where you are stubborn and Korra is tired of that.

fluff ; comfort ; gn!reader. . .|

⸻ Ready? Take 3!

resume: Korra had been wanting to tell you how she felt for quite some time now.

fluff ; comfort ; bit of angst ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ The Way You Love

resume: where Korra seem to love having her hands on you.

fluff ; domestic ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Mine

resume: where Korra finds herself wondering about you.

comfort ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Standing Next to You

resume: where you, a Triple Threat Triad member, meet the avatar on her first day at the city... and she tries to take you down.

comfort ; long os ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Guide to Love

resume: where Korra has a girlfriend and she loves to read.

comfort ; domestic ; fluff ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Loved You First

resume: where you are Varrick's newest actress

comfort ; a bit of angst ; fluff ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Lover is a Day

resume: Korra thinks is time to make the big step in the relationship.

comfort ; fluff ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Everything I Didn’t Say

resume: where your overprotectiveness for Korra takes a dark turn.

angst ; comfort ; fluff ; gore explaining situations (blood and wounds) ; dysfunctional/abusive family descriptions; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Like it's Magnetic

resume: an arrest for destruction of property couldn't get you anywhere, right?

fluff ; comfort ; long os ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Make it Better

resume: where Korra gives you a visit after three years of being away.

fluff ; a bit of angst ; nsfw ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Bad Habit

resume: Korra wants to assure you from bad thoughts.

fluff ; bit of angst ; self-doubt ; slight of self-harm (r bites her nails) ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ A Glimpse of Us

resume: where the spirits gave you the best gift you could ask for.

fluff ; domestic ; pregnancy fic! ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Summer Nights

resume: just another normal night with your girlfriend.

fluff ; domestic ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Love Me Back

resume: just a couple of really close best friends, right?

fluff ; a bit of angst ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Until I Found You

resume: the happiest day of your life finally arrived.

fluff ; comfort; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Heavenly

resume: your girlfriend wants to take care of you.

fluff ; nsfw ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Our Love is Dahlia

resume: where you found hope in the avatar.

fluff ; comfort ; fem!reader...|

⸻ Mercy

resume: where you will always look out for your girlfriend.

angst ; comfort ; fem!reader...|

⸻ Who is it?

resume: where you have to face reality now.

fluff ; a bit of angst ; fem!reader...|

⸻ Icy Heart

resume: where Korra wins over and over in one night.

fluff ; nsfw ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ Bon Appétit

resume: a hungry Korra came back home to you.

nsfw ; fem!reader. . .|

SERIES ; finished — ongoing

⸻ To be loved and to be in love

resume: where a love story goes all the way back to the playground.

two parts series ; fluff ; angst ; fem!reader. . .|

⸻ The Night We Met

resume: where a single ball changed your life.

two parts series ; fluff ; bit of angst ; fem!reader. . .|

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marvelmusing · 2 years ago

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A Courtship of Shadows

Part Two

Pairing: Fae!Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Once again, Aleksander finds you at the edge of a ballroom and he finds himself more and more interested by you with every passing moment.

Warnings [18+]: mildly suggestive context (touching and Aleksander’s thoughts).

Word Count: 3K

My Masterlist • Part One

“That’s the third person she’s turned down.”

“There is no need to provide me with a running commentary, Fedoyr,” Aleksander remarks drily, swallowing down a mouthful of bitter wine as he keeps his gaze fixed purposefully away from whatever suitor had asked to dance with you.

If Aleksander’s theory is correct, and you have Fae blood in you, the strangeness people had observed during your childhood is slowly shifting into an allure that the humans don’t quite understand, but they act upon it nonetheless.

When he does risk a glance in your direction he observes the restlessness in your eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to realise you are bored. He can’t help but think of you attending one of his own balls at the Grand Palace in Os Alta. He wonders whether you would find more enjoyment among his court.

Aleksander finds you intriguing.

Ever since you had admitted that your mother thought you were a changeling child, he’s been entertaining the possibility that you might be Fae.

He knows you have been contemplating what he told you, about the possibility of two humans conceiving a Fae child. Though Aleksander doesn’t believe that was the case for you. He suspects that your father was Fae, or at least had some Fae blood in him.

He finds himself wondering about how you know so much about the Fae - especially the rules and tricks his kind use against humans. Perhaps your father had taught you, before he died.

As his mind wanders, he imagines what your Fae form might look like. Whether you would have thick curled horns like Zoya, or delicate pointed ears like himself. Whether your teeth would sharpen, or if your eyes might change colour.

Living in the human realm for your entire life, you have been deprived of the magic that lingers in the soil of Aleksander’s kingdom. The same magic that provides Fae food with its luxurious taste that drives humans to addiction, as well as connecting every Fae to the making at the heart of the world.

Whilst you seem healthy enough, he can’t stop himself from thinking of the toll such a disconnect from the Fae might have taken on you.

Without thinking, he moves towards you, leaving Ivan and Fedyor at the side of the room. The crowd parts for him easily, lords and ladies averting their eyes as he passes them. A few people stare openly, watching as he walks across the ballroom.

He’s wearing one of his most formal keftas, black with shimmering silver threads woven amongst the dark embroidery. This morning Genya had tailored his features to appear more human-like, but the nobles around him still recognise Aleksander as something not quite normal.

Before he can reach you, someone stops at your side. Whilst the man doesn’t turn to address you, Aleksander can see your mouth moving as you take a sip of your wine. There’s a minute wrinkle to your nose as you swallow the dark liquid and it appears you’re as fond of the royal vintage as Aleksander is.

He might stand out amongst the humans, but Aleksander has always been rather gifted at blending into the shadows. As a result, he finds it easy enough to stroll lightly around the table you’re standing in front of and lean casually against a marble pillar nearby. The perfect spot to overhear your conversation under the guise of watching the crowd of dancers gathered in the ballroom.

“I assume you have something for me,” you say quietly to the man beside you.

“Not much, the usual trivial gossip, childish whispering really.”

“Dimitri, I’ve been dealing with the rumour mill for years. Whatever you’re trying to protect me from, I assure you, I can handle it.”

The man - Dimitri - sighs quietly and the two of you are silent for a long moment.

“They think you’re involved with Lord Kirigan.”

Aleksander hones in on the conversation immediately at the sound of the name he’s been using among the human court, to seem approachable without surrendering his true name.

“Involved?” you repeat.

“That you’re warming his bed,” Dimitri elaborates.

“Oh.”

Genya has a particular talent for collecting gossip and Aleksander had been made aware of these rumours only yesterday. He’s impressed that you seem to have your own system in place to remain informed of the rumours involving yourself.

“You rarely address him during social functions aside from basic pleasantries,” Dimitri explains. “They think you’re hiding something.”

“And yet if I spend any amount of time with him, then they will all think I’m conspiring with the Fae,” you remark with a humourless edge to your tone.

“Well, you can’t blame them, given the rumours about your…”

There’s a sharpness in your eyes that has Dimitri’s words faltering and a shiver runs down Aleksander’s spine at the sight of you looking so commanding with a mere glance. The thought passes through his mind before he can stop it, you would make a formidable Queen.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

Dimitri looks down sheepishly for a moment.

“I think you already know the rest. Kirigan accepted Rathbone’s invitation to Lichen Manor, though no one knows if he’s planning to join in on the hunting season.”

“Not on Rathbone’s land, but he might accept someone else’s invitation.” Aleksander is intrigued by your causally confident answer, and luckily Dimitri seems equally curious for an explanation which you promptly provide. “Rathbone usually hunts deer on his land, and Kirigan won’t kill a deer, they’re practically sacred in East Ravka.”

The nobles in this country always refer to Aleksander’s kingdom as the Fae Kingdom, refusing to acknowledge the historic connection between the two lands. To them, the human kingdom is the true Ravka. It’s clear you don’t share their views.

He’s once again surprised that you know about Fae customs. Aleksander’s grandfather had created the first white stag many centuries ago, and since then his family has safeguarded the species.

In the springtime, small white fawns can often be seen wobbling about the grounds of the Grand Palace as they take their first steps and Aleksander briefly wonders if you would like to see the deer for yourself one day.

“I heard someone mention he intends to visit Hawthorne House while in the country.”

Aleksander knows that Hawthorne is your childhood home, the family estate that your cousin will inherit when he is of age.

“Mother will be pleased,” you remark.

“Apparently she invited him.”

“She’s most likely looking for an excuse to host a ball.”

“You didn’t know?”

A small sigh shifts at your shoulders.

“No. We haven’t spoken for several weeks.”

“Will you be spending your summer at Hawthorne?”

“I suppose. It’s what I usually do, though if Mother is planning a ball I might make myself scarce.”

There’s a small hum of acknowledgement from your informant.

“Speaking of, I’d better move on.”

“Thank you, Dimitri.”

He nods politely and steps away from you without a word.

Aleksander watches your expression change now that you are alone; exhaustion and worry touches your features as you pour another glass of wine.

He decides to step out of the shadows, moving around the table and through a handful of people, to appear at your side.

“Your highness,” you greet him with a polite bow.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smile as he inclines his head in acknowledgement.

“Good evening, my lady. How are you enjoying the festivities?”

He watches your expression falter slightly, that intelligent glimmer sparkling in your eyes as you attempt to work your way around his question. He knows you aren’t enjoying yourself but you won’t admit it. However, the Fae consider it impolite to lie, especially to someone in the nobility, or royalty like Aleksander.

“Your pianist is very talented.”

He smiles with a nod of appreciation before he glances over at Marie as she sits at the piano placed in the centre of the king’s musicians, her fingers moving delicately over the ivory.

The quickest way to appease Aleksander is to compliment his people, and you appear to have noticed this. It both infuriates and enamours him. To feel so seen by a stranger is unnerving, but Aleksander can see an equal amount of you.

He watches as you take a sip of your wine, and once again you appear to be as unimpressed by the taste as he was earlier.

His thoughts move to the small basket that sits on a side table in the guest rooms he has been occupying whilst staying at the human palace. The basket which is filled with Fae food, in case of an emergency or a bout of homesickness from one of the younger Faefolk in Aleksander’s entourage.

Now he imagines taking a luscious red apple, cutting a slice with his knife and holding the portion of fruit to your lips. The juice shimmering on your lips and the gleam in your eyes as you take a bite. The way your lashes might flutter as the pleasure sweeps through you. After all, you may have some Fae in you, but you’re still human. For now.

He wonders how you might sound afterwards, whether your words would wracked with need or perhaps a dreamy sigh, as you thank him. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of you offering such power to him.

Aleksander clears his throat, attempting to discard the distracting nature of his thoughts of you. Unfortunately, the noise attracts your attention prompting you to eye him expectantly and he finds himself at a loss for words.

“I was considering stepping out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air,” he says with a small nod towards the french doors on the far side of the ballroom. “Would you care to join me?”

Being seen alone with you would do little to dispel the rumours surrounding the two of you, however, Aleksander cannot find it in himself to care for the opinion of the human nobility. He knows you would face more scrutiny than he ever would for such a thing, but he hopes he can one day convince you of how little these people matter.

“I’d love to,” you say softly. The breath in Aleksander’s throat catches at the honesty in your words and his eyes remain locked on yours as he offers you his hand.

When you take his hand with a small smile, he finds himself wishing you weren’t wearing gloves tonight. However, the intricate white lace of your gloves does allow him to feel the warmth of your skin and it looks far better on you than the silk often favoured by the ladies of the human court.

Delicate frills encircle your wrists, allowing him to admire the bare skin of your forearms, glowing under the light of the ballroom as he leads you towards the terrace.

The cool evening air brings some clarity to Aleksander’s thoughts and he puts a respectful amount of distance between the two of you as he stands by your side in front of the stone wall that surrounds the terrace.

Aleksander has always felt more comfortable during the night and it seems you favour the stillness too, though he will admit that his assumption is based on how alluring you look in the moonlight.

Heavy black clouds gather ahead and Aleksander can taste rain in the air. A downpour is about to begin but he cannot find it in himself to draw you back into the light and heat of the ballroom, especially when you look so soothed by his quiet company - even as you engage in small talk with one another.

“I hear you’re planning a tour of East Ravka on your return to your kingdom,” you remark lightly.

He nods.

“As much as I intend to enjoy the summer here in West Ravka, I find myself longing to reacquaint myself with my country after such an absence.”

“It is a good thing for a king. To love your country and people so much.”

“As an expression of goodwill, I extended an invitation to your king though he regretfully cannot join me for the journey.”

“His health is of utmost importance at the moment,” you reply smoothly. Not a lie, though Aleksander can see that you want to soften the rejection. He knows why the human king does not wish to visit the Fae Kingdom, but he will accept your attempt at excusing your king’s superstition.

“Of course.”

He hesitates for a moment. He wants to study your reaction to what he is about to say.

“He informed me that I could extend my invitation to anyone else in his court.”

As expected, you turn your head to face him. In the distance, thunder rumbles lowly.

“Who do you plan to invite?” you ask quietly.

He steps closer, watching as your gaze flickers from his eyes down to his lips.

“There is only one person who I believe will appreciate my kingdom to the extent it deserves.”

He is close enough to smell your perfume and he is thoroughly tempted to duck his head down and trace his nose over the hollow of your throat where he knows the scent will be the strongest.

Then a raindrop falls on his head. Another falls on your face, tracing down your neck. Soon the rain is falling hurriedly and your lips part in surprise as the chill rises to your skin.

Aleksander relishes in the sweet scent of rain and he smiles at the refreshing sensation of rainwater soaking through his kefta. But he knows humans aren’t particularly fond of rain.

“Perhaps we should return inside?” he suggests.

He watches in awe as you shake your head, a wide smile illuminating your face.

Aleksander stares as you tilt your head back, providing him with an exquisite view of your neck, bared so beautifully, and his eyes roam over the deep neckline of your dress as droplets of rainwater roll down your exposed skin.

Saints, he should look away.

He wants to ruin you.

As your eyes flutter open, still heavy-lidded to protect yourself from the rain, your gaze meets his and Aleksander is certain his heart stops as you smile at him. He steps closer, his gaze acting as his hands wish to, scrambling over your form as the fabric of your dress clings even closer to your skin.

Something in your own eyes darkens and Aleksander wants to devour your lips with a heated kiss and consume each and every moan he can wring from you. Instead, he traces his knuckles faintly over your cheek, following the path of a droplet as it runs down to your neck.

His touch lingers against your collarbone, swiping his thumb over the water collected there by your chest. He can see the rapid movement of your breathing as your eyes remain fixed on him and the heat of your gaze warms his entire body, flooding down to the hardness growing beneath his trousers.

He wants to take your hand and press it against the bulge there. He wants to see your lace-clad fingers roam over him.

When he smooths his fingers down the length of your bodice, ignoring the swell of your breasts in favour of tracing a path down to your stomach, he sees you gasp silently. Lips parted, you stare wide eyed, and Aleksander wonders whether you have ever laid with someone.

Fae do not wait for marriage and many engage in revelries that would cause a permanent scandal in the human realm. He wonders how flustered you would be, if you saw how brazenly the members of Aleksander’s court touch one another in public.

A smirk curls at the corner of Aleksander’s mouth as he observes your sudden fixation on his lips. Surely you wouldn’t object to indulging in a kiss? Not when you look so willing.

Just as Aleksander begins to lean in, you step backwards.

“You’re right. We should return to the ballroom.”

He nods, though he doesn’t make an effort to move yet.

“Not in this state. Might I suggest the door to the left?”

He nods in the direction of the door which will lead to a hopefully deserted hallway. Returning to the ballroom together, soaked through, will only lead to more rumours and Aleksander doesn’t want you to feel ashamed by what has just occurred between the two of you.

He smiles softly when you nod in agreement and he follows you through the doorway and into the quiet hallway. Sounds from the ballroom are muffled but Aleksander can hear a waltz playing and people dancing to the tune.

He watches as you remove your gloves, attempting to wring out the poor scraps of fabric. A shiver shakes your body and Aleksander notices the goosebumps on your skin as a few stray raindrops linger there.

Plucking out his handkerchief, he is pleased to find the fabric has remained dry enough to wipe the water from your face which he does so with a careful murmur,

“Here. Allow me.”

There is no response from you as he continues to dry your neck, sweeping over your collarbones and dipping down momentarily to your cleavage. Without the all-encompassing patter of the rain, he can hear how your breathing shifts. He takes mental notes of the areas that make you inhale sharply or sigh softly.

Once he is done, he hands you the handkerchief to dry any spots he may have missed.

“Keep it,” he insists softly.

The only form of thanks you offer him is a small nod of appreciation, but your lack of verbal thanks doesn’t vex him as it used to. Now, he wants to see how far he can push you before you thank him and is pleased every time you fail to fall into his trap because that alone means he must try harder at the next opportunity.

He takes your hand, now bare as he had wished for earlier in the evening, and lifts it to his lips before he gifts you with a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He selects his next words carefully, hoping to leave a lasting impression on you.

“I hope you have a pleasurable evening, little blossom.”

He smiles as you blink dazedly at him, inclining his head before he releases your hand and heads down the hallway towards his rooms to dry off.

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