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WIP Snip/Miscellaneous Monday
Thanks for the tag @thelettersfromnoone!!
Figuring out the Prim plotline in The Odds universe is driving me up a wallâŠ
âI am content with my life at present. I see no need to change.â
âHave you ever considered that I am a source of your present contentment? You can not convince me you come to Victorâs Village primarily for my uncleâs wit and wine. Will these things satisfy you when I am married and gone? And Haymitch is not so old. He may choose to marry yet. He would not have so much time for you with a wife to please.â
Heâd been frowning, but at the mention of Haymitchâs marriage prospects he laughs, âand what poor young woman have you selected for that duty?â
âNot a young woman, but a widow would suit. The elder Mrs. Hawthorne is rather handsome, donât you think? With the raising of three sons she could easily manage him.â
âSheâd never have him.â
âPerhaps not,â Prim assents, but the upturn of her lips suggests she believes otherwise.
#self indulgence at its finest#Emma!Prim#itâs not Emma exactly#in that âPrim would âknow her own heartâ#but she would also enjoy matchmaking#I still canât decide what to call Peetaâs oldest brother#the odds#thg fanfiction concept
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have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3 | ao3
Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.
In fact, the only reason he hadnât yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.
Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it â said sheâd spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.
She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didnât enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.
And the bragging rights were so that Robin â with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of â could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steveâs love life.
So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or⊠lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low andâŠ. Where was he going with this?
The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.
So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.
Besides, she was right about one thing. They werenât in Hawkins anymore â and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.
Still, that didnât make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steveâs foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.
7 oâclock, Harveyâs Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.
This was his Friday night plans.
His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so patheâ
âHi.â
Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.
Steveâs head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch andâ woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.
Holy shit, this dude was hot.
Heâs got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shouldersâ long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.
He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.
âOhâ hi.â Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.
God, couldnât Robin have given him a better warning than just âheâs probably your typeâ? Couldnât she have warned him that this dude was âdo-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?â What the fuck Robin?
The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him outâ which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.
Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?
âBeen waiting long?â The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.
He mustâve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve canât help but be slightly endeared by that fact.
The man grins again, âPromise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.â
Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his dateâs sincerity.
âNot too long,â Steve admits, smiling to ease Danielâs apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.
âWell, thatâs good,â Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. âYou didnât order anything?â
âI thought I should wait,â Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.
Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. âAw, youâre sweet.â
Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steveâs face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.
âYou know,â Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. âChrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.â
He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steveâs body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Danielâs attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt whenâ
âCan I get you two started with anything?â
The waitress interrupts. Sheâs poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.
âCan I get a chocolate milkshake please?â He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Danielâs gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.
âWhat? Not a milkshake man?â
Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. âNothing against milkshakes just⊠for dinner?â
Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. âThis man has never had the delight of a Harveyâs milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!â
Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.
âDid you just order for me?â
âDid you just diss milkshakes?â
Steve scoffs, but even then he canât stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He canât believe it but heâs genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Danielâs shin lightly.
âI did not diss milkshakes,â Steve argues, his smile widening at how Danielâs eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.
âUh huh,â Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steveâs insistence. âJust wait, okay? Youâll be changing your tune soon enough. Harveyâs milkshakes are class. Iâve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.â
Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Danielâs boot nudge against his leg gentlyâ and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and heâs fucking loving it.
âYou know,â Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. âYouâre not quite what I expected, Daniel.â
Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.
âWait, you think my name is Daniel?â
Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, itâs become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if heâs not Daniel, who is he?
Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. Itâs a man dressed like Steve â on the preppy side with hair that mustâve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steveâs booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.
âHey, are you Eddie?â He asks confidently, ignoring Steveâs presence on the other side of the booth.
The man â Eddie â freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly whatâs happenedâ a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.
Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.
Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. âAh sorry man, I think youâve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.â
Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.
The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.
Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.
"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"
His date âwell, his new dateâ has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.
"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."
Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.
"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."
Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshakeâ and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.
Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.
"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."
#what..... is this????#i haven't really written modern au for them#and i wrote it in about 2 hours so hopefully its like. not terrible#wahoo !#i luv a little meet cute#meet cute#steddie#ruby writes steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie blurb#ummmm i haven't posted in literal eons ive forgotten all my tags oh well#enjoy ?
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To the victor go the spoils
minotaur!Ari Levinson x female reader
summary: It was supposed to be your small wish coming true. You didn't think that it was merely a cog in a wicked set-up that catered to someone else's desire.
warnings: minotaur!Ari; dark!Ari; monsterfucking, but no bestiality; heavy dub-con; power imbalance; size kink; breeding kink; belly bulge/cumflation; unprotected sex; dirty talk; talk of forced piercing; housewife kink;
word count: 4.8k
Authorâs Note: Another installment in the Scaretale universe. Special shout out to @stargazingfangirl18 who may be the biggest minotaur!Ari hoe out there đđ€
Huffing out a breath, you tried to keep up with Natashaâs long strides. She wasnât tall, but somehow her lean legs were taking twice the distance yours did. It also appeared she was in a hurry, though not out of fear, but rather excitement.
You wondered, if it was the fight she dragged you to that got her all hyper and potentially aroused. As you learned over the months of meeting and befriending the fae, Natasha got turned on by a lot of things, often kinky things.Â
Watching a bloody fight wasnât your type of entertainment. But since it was a part of Natashaâs grand plan, you relented and went with her. And to your own surprise, you found yourself experiencing more than just disgust and fear.Â
Your preferences mightâve been of the softer, sweeter kind, but there was still a pulsing part of your body that reacted to the sight of strong, half-naked men viciously fighting one another.Â
Well, monsters, not men. Still, your core tightened with a wild sort of interest.Â
Which at least would make the second part of Natashaâs scheme more bearable.Â
Because your friend decided to help you make a certain man jealous and she was adamant that having you flirt with one of the fighters would be the perfect way to do it. Especially since the man you were kinda pinning after was your ex. Your breakup wasnât some disaster, more like him being honest about not feeling for you anything other than sympathy after the four dates you went on. But you still liked him and wanted him.
Though perhaps that was because he seemed to be the embodiment of what you dreamed you perfect partner to be.
Smart, polite, well dressed, with steady income and his own apartment. A solid guy.Â
Many would call him boring, but you saw it as reliable.Â
The only wild part about him was his passion for watching fights. He never showed any aggression of his own, didnât even mention wanting to try boxing, or some other fighting style. He simply enjoyed the show of strength and brutality, as if it was a round of cricket.Â
He wouldnât miss the fight of the year - of the decade even, as some said. The champion of champions who was supposed to be retired has agreed to enter the ring for the last time.Â
Ari Levinson.Â
A minotaur.
The minotaur. The most famous, even if you werenât a sports fan, his name reached your ears in some way.Â
Sitting there at the arena, watching his fight, you had to agree he was impressive. In the way he moved. In his sheer strength. In the way he looked, too. Though that realization came with a thrilling shock.
Still, after the fight ended - with Levinson winning without difficulty - your thoughts returned to Paul. You caught a glimpse of him in the audience, but then he disappeared in the masses. Natashaâs plan was based on her certainty that he was going to be present at the celebration for the victor that was being held at the Scaretale club.
A club known mostly for its matchmaking between monsters and humans, but not limited to it.
The celebration was for invited guests only, meaning also guests who spend half of their yearly paycheck to be granted close proximity to the victor. Paul, for all his reasonable approach to life, would splurge on this one passion.Â
Your blessing was Natasha, who got both of you personal invites. Said she knew someone on the inside. Convenient. You didnât question it, since it gave you an opportunity to find yourself close to Paul and catch his attention.
Natasha, who showed incredible ease in wrapping men (both monster and human) around her finger, was convinced that however posed and boring a man is, his hindbrain will always salivate for the juicy bite in another manâs grasp. Especially in someoneâs admirable grasp.Â
She intended to get you close to Ari Levinson himself. Simply introducing you, but making sure that Paul saw the close proximity between the two of you.Â
Honestly, a part of you thought it was the most ridiculous idea, but there was a part of you that wanted to be reckless and follow that wild plan in hope of gaining your greatest desire.Â
Which is why you dared to wear a sweet, but rather short sundress that flowed high around your thighs, giving a teasing glimpse.Â
Entering the Scaretale was like stepping into a completely different dimension.Â
Natasha didnât seem to feel any change, but you nearly stopped in your tracks. Outside there was chaos of life, people moving around, noises filling the air. Here you were engulfed in a vacuum of tranquility.Â
Seductive half-shadows speared by drops of light and jewel tones mixed with velvet black. Various monsters and a small congregation of people were mingling around. But their conversations seemed quieter, carrying a hush of flirtation and excitement.Â
You spotted Paul among one group to the side; with a drink in his hand he was nodding along as two bearded men talked. His gaze kept shifting towards the center of the place where a large, oval bar took stage.Â
There, standing next to only one man, was the man of the hour. The minotaur.Â
You noticed that despite it being a special event for the rich VIPs, no one actually dared to come anywhere close to the fighter. They were given a privilege of being so very close to him, maybe even meet his gaze and nod his way, but not necessarily the honor of being allowed closer.Â
Which meant that you and Natasha, striding right across the room and toward the bar, were drawing attention.
Paulâs attention, too, undoubtedly.Â
As you neared, the minotaur and the man beside him looked your way. There was such intensity in the blue of Levinsonâs eyes that your gaze dropped down instantly. The man next to him was easier to look at, with his relaxed posture, leaning against the bar, and an amused smirk dancing on his beautifully carved lips.
Next to the minotaur, he appeared shorter. Leaner, too. Though that wasnât a surprise, since Levinson was so damn huge.
He was a beast in the ring, but up close even more so.Â
The calm, falsely homey-like feeling that greeted you first (which called so directly to the white picket fence desires of simple, happy domestic life), crumbled with the crackling intensity of the power and heat pulsating off the minotaur.Â
You kept your polite distance, yet still could feel his warmth brushing against your bare arms.Â
âNat.â The other man smiled; the way his mouth curved was both enticing and sinister at the same time.Â
âCuz,â she snickered and leaned forward to brush his cheek with a kiss. Then she turned to the minotaur, boldly extending her hand - âMr Levinson.â
Ari gruffed a short greeting, enclosing her delicate hand in his massive one. Your gaze dropped to their connected hands, transfixed. His fingers were so big and long. Two of yours would make one of his.Â
There was still bloodied tape wrapped around his knuckles, reminding you of the swift, fast punches he threw in the ring.Â
Your gaze traveled up his forearm, taking in the golden coloring of hair covering his bronze skin and protruding veins curving around muscles. Further up, his bicep flexed in an impressive, wide sculpt. Round shoulder began the path to the wide chest - oh, so wide.Â
And so bare. Shiny with sweat, with which he seemed completely unbothered.Â
Forcing yourself to not follow the path of darkening hair on his chest descending into a thick trail leading down, you looked up. to his face Sturdy jaw was lined with a soft looking, thick beard. His cheeks were peppered with freckles. Noble, long nose was crowned with a pure gold septum ring. His hair came past his jawline, strands of dark blonde and bronze, curling slightly at the ends.Â
High above the line of his ears, long, massive horns protruded. Curved wide, in bronze color shading into cream and then turning black at the very sharp ends.Â
âThis is the friend you mentioned?â He asked, his question still directed at Natasha, but his attention switched to you fully.
His gaze caught yours and you couldnât look away. The air around you seemed to charge with stifling intensity, as if your instincts were rattling in growing fear of the monster in front of you snapping you in half.Â
He could do that, you saw him in the ring; not to mention the sheer size difference between the two of you.Â
âShe is.â Natashaâs voice resounded more melodic than you've ever heard before. She nudged you.Â
Swallowing nervously, you almost curtsied as you introduced yourself.Â
Both Natasha and her supposed cousin chuckled, noticing your reaction. Ari didnât smirk, but his head tilted slightly as he studied you. You felt frozen on the spot when he reached a single digit and drew it down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.Â
Then his gaze slowly dragged down your form. Heat erupted beneath your skin - partly out of embarrassment, partly because the minotaurâs attention was plucking at certain, deep strings in your core.Â
That display undoubtedly drew many peopleâs attention, but somehow you were unable to think of Paul at the moment, whether he was watching you, or not. You were more focused on regulating your breath and not making any weird sounds.
Ariâs eyes returned to your face, the almost hostile darkness in them receding into unexpected calm and warmth.Â
âI accept the payment. Weâre even.â He said to the other two, without taking his eyes off of you.Â
His fingers circled your wrist. You felt his touch like a searing brand, but you didnât dare to yank your arm out of his grip. Or maybe it wasnât just fear of repercussion, but rather the reaction of your body that slowed other instincts.Â
Suddenly, Ari moved. He simply turned around and strode toward the back of the club, dragging you with him.Â
âHey!â You gasped. âWait!â
You almost had to run to match his pace. You turned your head, looking at Natasha over your shoulder. Her eyes gleamed mischievously and she winked at you.
Was this part of the plan? Was Paul supposed to see you go with the minotaur and feel a surge of jealousy?Â
You didnât get any answers from your friend, nor any sort of reassurance, before darkness engulfed you. Levinson dragged you into some sort of corridor, on the far right. It seemed to spiral down for a moment. At the end of it, the darkness finally dispersed. Drops of light hung in the air, casting a soft glow and revealing a double door.Â
When Ari got the both of you inside, the door disappeared, leaving you in a large, open space, but with no visible way out.Â
âWha- whatâs going on?â You asked, wetting your lips.Â
Ari let go of your hand. Where he touched you, you felt a faint pulsing. At first you thought it to be pain, from how firm he held you, but there was nothing unpleasant about it.Â
âJust want to take a shower before we travel.âÂ
It struck you, how casually he said it. That gruff, scary, unapproachable beast suddenly sounded almost carefree. When he peered at you over his shoulder, there was playfulness in his eyes. And it matched his next words.
âYou can help, Poppy.âÂ
You frowned. Unless all the fights have damaged his brain, he learned your name just minutes ago. Then you realized he was referring to the pattern on your dress. Pretty, red poppy flowers on a pristine white fabric.Â
âThatâs a nice accent, too,â he added. âRed enticing the bull.âÂ
You stared. Simply stared. Not only, because you had no words to counter his teasing assumption, but because he fucking dropped his boxer shorts down.Â
You couldnât help it, your eyes swept down from his broad back to the sculpted ass and thick, hairy thighs. Hair on his legs was so thick it gave semblance of softest fur, all in tones of golden bronze. His hooves, in contrast, were black as the tips of his horns.Â
âIâm not helping you!â You squeaked, feeling embarrassment scorching your face. âAnd can you please cover yourself?â
When Ari turned back to you, your gaze dropped down, but you quickly forced yourself to look away.Â
He cut the distance between you in two powerful strides, the stomp of his hooves making your heart thud. He loomed over you; his shadow forming a scary reflection on the light, marble walls.Â
A large hand cupped your chin, forcing you to turn and look up at him.Â
âIâm not covering the sight youâll be seeing daily, Poppy. Better get used to it.â Previous glimpse of playfulness drained from his voice. âAnd you will be helping me, washing me thoroughly and devoted, little wife.âÂ
The ground seemed to part beneath your feet and a cold, dreadful abyss waited for you to fall into it. There wasnât a single thread of potential joke to hang on to. Just the unyielding grip of the minotaur, keeping you afloat, while at the same time being the one dragging you into doom.Â
âThatâs why youâre here,â he added, with a huff.Â
âNo,â you tried to shake your head, but his hold on you didnât allow much movement. âMy friend wanted to help me make one man jealous and-â
âAnd Iâm sure he was jealous when he saw me scoop my bride up.â Ari shrugged. âDeal has been fulfilled.â
âDeal?â Your throat parched when Ariâs other hand slipped onto your waist. He curved his arm around you, bringing you closer to his sturdy, hot body.Â
Your breasts pressed against his broad chest and an outline of something big and hardening nestled against your belly. Something awoke in your core, tingling with need.
âYour friend is a fae. A dark fae.â He explained. âYou wanted that man to be jealous and she guaranteed that. She didnât promise you a happy ending with him. Ransom, however, promised me a wife. That was my price.âÂ
You gasped, a muffled No tumbling from your lips.Â
You couldnât, wouldnât believe your friend tricked and used you like that. Natasha was upfront about being a fae, though she never revealed she was a dark one. Still, you trusted her. Until the flash of her sinister amusement when Ari dragged you away reflected in your memory. There was something cold about it.Â
Another gasp followed, this one more helpless, as Ari lifted you slightly off the floor. His arm around your body tightened as he easily picked you the few inches up. The hand holding your chin eased. He traced the back of his fingers along your jaw then down your neck.Â
âI was done with fighting. Had enough of them already and the riches I gained over the years are enough to last me and two next generations. But I was lacking something. Those generations, you see.â His fingers curled around the front of your neck. âSo when Ransom tried to talk me into one more fight, I asked for a different payment. I wanted a wife.âÂ
âBut I donât want that!â You squirmed in his arms, bracing your small hands on his shoulders. No matter how much of your own strength you put into it, those attempts were comical and pathetic against the minotaur.Â
âYou donât want to build a life with a faithful partner?â Ari quirked a brow, taking a step back and carrying you with him.Â
âLook me in the eye, Poppy, and tell me you arenât a girl who dreams of marriage. Of stability and domestic bliss.â
âNot with you!â You protested, helplessly kicking your feet. The monster wasnât the slightest bothered by the few kicks into his muscled legs.Â
âTough, because I want it with you.â Ari growled.
His fingers around your throat tightened, at the same time his hold on your body readjusted your position. It made you rub against the growing hardness of his cock. The feeling of it twitching against your warm, soft body, made your pussy clench.
He moved across the spacious room - it wasnât an apartment, but more like an expensive, impractical hotel room, with the resting area flowing openly to the bedroom, with an open rainfall shower right in the middle of it.Â
Past the shower, on the left side, propped against the marble tiled wall, stood a three-winged mirror in a golden frame.Â
Ari eased you down to your feet, then turned you around. He held you on his arms, giving merely a foolish hope of freedom.Â
What was worse, the arm banded around your ribcage elevated your breasts. Your stiffened nipples were visible through the fabric of your dress. Your clenched thighs still protected the evidence of your bodyâs response, but you couldnât deny the heat pooling low in your belly and marking your underwear with slick as you looked at your reflection.
You were so small compared to him. The mirror was tall, but Ari had to bend his knees to fit his face in the reflection.Â
In your sweet dress, your human body so fragile and helpless, you looked like an abducted sacrifice for the brutal monster behind you.Â
Something about that picture sent a jolt of thrill down your spine.Â
âYouâre a sweet thing, arenât you, Poppy?â Ariâs warm breath tickled your ear. âA good girl who dreams of a loving husband to take care of her. Iâll be that. Just a bit rougher around the edges,â he chuckled.Â
One of his arms loosened, his hand trailing slowly along the swell of your belly, then down toward your hip.Â
âWith a bigger cock than any meek human man,â he rocked his hips against you, pressing the monstrous hardness into your ass.
âOh gods!â You moaned.
A surge of heat flushed you as embarrassment for the involuntary reaction settled in. While you were mortified, Ariâs eyes sparked.Â
âYou like that idea, my little Poppy.â He didnât ask, he stated.Â
You shook your head, but tightened your lips in fear of releasing another humiliating sound.Â
Ari started bunching the fabric of your dress up, inch by inch, slowly rolling it up. Then his hoove kicked your feet apart and a thick, hairy thigh pressed between your legs.Â
His hand slid down, cupping your pussy boldly. Your body jerked, but it resulted in more delicious pressure against your folds. Ari held his palm in place, only crooking his middle finger and dragging it right over your clit. Your knees buckled, a shiver rolling through your body.
âIt may scare you, but your body is eager to ride the bull.â Ariâs low laugh was followed by a lewd lick of his tongue along your cheek.Â
âIf youâre a good girl, Iâll let you.â He rubbed your nub harder. âBut for the most part, Iâll do the riding.â
He snarled with hunger, gripping the pink cotton of your panties and tearing them away in one move. Thick, calloused fingers swept between your delicate folds, finding you shamefully wet.Â
âIâll take you hard. Split your tight pussy on my cock. Fuck you while you scream your release. Fuck you while you scream that itâs too much. Iâll defile you. Fill you.âÂ
His fingers were roughly moving from your swelling clit to your opening. The more he touched, the more he talked about the dirty things he planned on doing, the more wetness he drew out. The more your mouth parted, letting out tiny mewls and gasps.
âIâll ruin you and youâll let me.â He circled your clit again, faster. âYou will let me do whatever I want and youâll love everything and beg for more.âÂ
Suddenly, he stopped. Leaving your pussy throbbing and unsatisfied.
He gripped the neckline of your dress and yanked, ripping the fabric and spilling your breasts out. Fingers wet with your juices traced the areola of your nipples, pads gently brushing hardened peaks.Â
âSo pretty and sensitive,â Ari hummed, tweaking one of your buds between his thumb and index finger. âThey will look even more beautiful when we have them pierced.â
âFuck!â You jerked in his arms, but it was less of a weak protest and more a surprisingly violent reaction to the filthy hot image.Â
âLike the idea, huh?â Ari chuckled, pinching your abused nipple. The sting of pain went straight to your core. âI can have a chain to go along with them, tug on it like on a leash and have you obediently bend for me.âÂ
Your slick was slowly dripping down your thigh and if Ari continued the filthy vocal torment, youâd be leaving wet spots on the floor in no time.Â
âYou donât have to worry, though,â he added in a softer tone, but his words were no less dirty, ânipple piercings usually donât interfere with breastfeeding.â
Your glazed over gaze, which was focused on the reflection of his hands defiling your body, snapped up to Ariâs. He looked pleased, amused even, with your reaction to his implication. The spark of shock in your eyes combined with the way a shiny, thick string of slick was swaying between your thighs.Â
âOh yes, Poppy,â he crooned, dipping his fingers in your wetness again. âIâm going to breed you. Fill that sweet pussy with my cum over and over again, until we fill our house with a gaggle of babes.âÂ
The No forming somewhere in the back of your head died out as blazing pleasure seared you when Ari thrust two of his big fingers inside of you.
You screamed, clenching your eyes shut. The stretch of it felt almost brutal, but for your body it was the exact stimulation it needed to humiliate you further and push you right over the edge.Â
Your walls pulsed around intrusion bigger than most of your toys. Usually you had to work yourself up for much longer, before you used some of the larger things, but apparently being abducted and having a massive minotaur promise to ruin you was better than any foreplay.Â
Ariâs triumphant laughter cracked with a groan of pleasure as your walls kept fluttering around his fingers, driving him mad with temptation of feeling that on his bare cock. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, careless of your squirming and increasing cries.Â
âGotta open you up, little one,â he curled his fingers, driving his pads over the spongy trigger that catapulted you to the brink of another orgasm.Â
âI want to stretch your cunt and break your will, not damage my eager breeder.âÂ
âIâm not- Iâm not your bre-â You mumbled, yet your hips kept rolling down, matching the rough tempo of his fingers.
Ariâs other hand clasped around your throat, clenching in warning, but not cutting off your airways. Despite him not holding you tightly, you didnât bolt away. You stayed in place, watching in the mirror how the minotaurâs fingers disappeared in your pussy; how your slick glistened on your thighs.Â
âLook at yourself,â Ari snapped. âYouâre leaking all over my hand, eagerly fucking yourself on my fingers. Youâre going to have the same dumb, devoted look on your face when I spill deep inside of you.â
It was the way his fingers tormented you, it had to be, not the promise of knocking you up that tipped you right over the edge.Â
âThatâs it, Poppy.â He squeezed your throat. âWatch yourself cum from the mere idea of being bred.â
And you did, your glassy eyes staring at the reflection of a panting woman in a ripped dress. Toes barely touching the floor, held up by thick fingers stuck deep in your dripping cunt and a hand curled around the front of your neck.Â
You were a puppet in the monsterâs hands.Â
You were whatever he wanted you to be. A Poppy. A wife. A breeder.Â
When Ari withdrew his fingers from your sopping core, the loud squelching sound evoked a new wave of embarrassment. But you had no time to dwell on the humiliation as he tore the rest of your dress away and forced you to bend over.Â
Your arms stretched forward, hands braced on the mirror as you bent at the waist. Ari twisted one hand in your hair, propping your hips up with the other. He still needed to bend his knees to line up his cock with your entrance.Â
âCanât wait to see you stretched and swollen,â Ari groaned, easing the bulbous tip of his massive dick into you. Your walls resisted, your tight channel not used to the minotaurâs size.Â
Your lips parted on a stretched, pained moan. You didnât think it would fit. At the same time, you felt as if your suffering would be worse, if he didnât continue.Â
âFirst from the overflow of my cum,â Ari kept pushing in, slow, but mindless of your keening. âThen as my seed takes root and you grow me a calf.âÂ
Eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool wetting your bottom lip, as Ariâs cock sank in. The stretch felt endless, the sense of being so so full an overwhelming madness. Your body fell forward, elbows bending as your face pressed into the mirror. Your ragged breath left a foggy stain, your wet lips smudging the surface.Â
There was a long minute of lull - tense silence filled with your and Ariâs heavy breathing.Â
A short, merciful pause to let your body savor the feeling of being impaled and full.Â
Then, like a soap bubble, it burst.Â
Ari fucked you the way he promised, riding you hard. Your body floated there pliant, taking each brutal thrust and dripping for him. Your vision became hazy, but every few thrusts it cleared out and you caught the sight of your reflection. The big monster behind you: dark and sweaty, groaning and huffing as he took you; and your body so spent and boneless, but still vibrating with each sensation.Â
He pulled you back to him, wrapping an arm across your torso to hold you upright. It felt as if you sunk further down onto his dick. The angle causing your toes to curl and eliciting your cry.Â
Ari growled at you to hold onto his horns. When you did, your body arched, chest pushing forward. In the mirror, your reflection displayed a most lewd painting.Â
You watched the massive cock ease out of your small body, only to quickly stuff it full again.Â
When his groans turned into wild huffing, his hands clenching on your body as his hips sped up, you came for the third time. Less loud this time, but your walls cinched tightly. Your head fell onto Ariâs shoulder as you stared blankly at the ceiling, riding out the aftershocks.Â
Ari followed soon after, coming with a roar and driving deep into you.Â
Your consciousness felt cloudy, floating apart from your body. But it was the physical plane that pulled your mind back into the present, drawing your focus to the spreading warmth and heaviness.
Low in your belly.Â
You felt Ariâs cock throbbing inside of you; your walls clung to him desperately milking each drop of his cum. Spent that was flowing and flowing, filling your cunt and womb. Your insides bloated with it, stretching to accommodate the flood of seed.Â
Even in the mirror you could see the more prominent swell of your belly.Â
Ariâs gaze was focused on that, as well. One of his hands palmed the faint bulge, his fingers spreading wide and covering most of your belly.Â
It was so obscene.
A helpless human female taken and broken by the minotaur, dripping on his massive cock, her belly inflated with his cum. Â
And the dark glint in Ariâs eyes as he stared at your reflection promised more of it in your future. Like that, as well in other positions. With your belly finally swollen with his baby, your breasts heavy with milk, shiny gold piercings adorning your nipples.Â
You let out a tiny moan at the image your own mind provided, your pussy fluttering around the monsterâs still twitching cock.
Ari hummed in response, a deep-chested sound that felt like a soothing vibration against your back. He moved after a longer moment; walking under the ceiling shower, while carrying you still impaled on his dick. He eased you down gently, groaning in displeasure as his cock slipped out of your wet heat.Â
Your legs felt too weak to hold you up, but Ariâs strong hands supported you. You buried your face in his chest as you felt the gush of fluids dripping out of your gaping hole. There was so much of it, you feared leaking for hours to come.
âDonât worry, Poppy,â Ari started the warm water, âIâll fill you plenty and often. And one day it will take. Then again. And again.âÂ
A strained, hoarse sound left your lips. Yet you leaned into Ariâs embrace, sighing in contentment as he lathered your body with soap.Â
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summary: as much as y/n appreciates anthony's matchmaking efforts, it's hard to accept them when he's the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one
a/n: 4.4k of pure angst/fluff and, yes, smut
Promenading was probably one of the most pointless endeavours the ton insisted on participating in. Miss Y/N Moore loved going on walks around the city. But when she was surrounded by the ton and their watching eyes and gossiping mouths, it was hard to enjoy anything.
"Stop glowering," her mother hissed, elbowing her in the side. "Smile."
Y/N sighed. But she raised her chin and smiled politely as they walked past the Featherington family.
There was only one reason why her mother had forced her out of the house: the Earl of Newburgh.
He'd been courting Y/N since the second week of the season. They'd danced together at almost every ball, gone to museum visits together and he'd had dinner at her house. Twice.
They were practically engaged in the eyes of the ton.
Yet Y/N wasn't happy. She liked the earl, there was nothing wrong with him. He was a lovely man. But there was no spark between them. Their relationship just felt like a good friendship.
She had never confessed it to her mother, however. If she did, Y/N was certain her mother would swoon.
"I do not see the earl anywhere," her mother muttered, rising up on to her tiptoes.
Y/N tugged on her arm and forced her back down. "He might not be here yet, mama."
"He did invite you to promenade with him, yes?"
"Yes -"
"Then why is he not here?"
Y/N kept quiet. Sometimes, when her mother got annoyed, she talked to herself, grumbling about anything and everything. It was easier to let her talk aloud and not acknowledge anything - otherwise they'd end up in a fight and Y/N knew how they always ended.
As her mother kept rattling on, Y/N gazed across the crowd gathered down by the lake. There were awnings pitched up along the edge of the clearing, providing shade to the families sitting under them. It was a beautiful day and the lake had numerous boats upon it, gently gliding over the water.
Y/N's roving gaze moved past and then came back to an awning nearest the lake. It, and the carriage, were both light blue. The carriage door boasted the Bridgerton family crest and Y/N's heart stuttered.
It was as if he knew she was looking.
Viscount Anthony Bridgerton looked up. He was sat on a blanket, his youngest sister Hyacinth sat by him, tucked into his side. They were making a daisy chain together. It snaked down Anthony's legs, growing longer as Hyacinth added to it.
It was as if the world stopped for a moment, blurring everything out except Anthony.
"Y/N, darling!"
Y/N jumped slightly. She turned and saw the Earl of Newburgh walking towards her, her mother practically hanging off his arm.
"I found him!"
Y/N tried not to cringe. She kept her composure and smiled at the earl, curtseying as he approached. "My Lord."
"Would you care to promenade with me, Miss Moore?" He asked, smiling at her as he offered her his arm.
"I would love to," she replied, threading her arm through his.
Her mother giggled. Giggled. Y/N tried not to sigh but her composure must've slipped as the Earl patted her hand sympathetically.
They walked down the grass, past the families and toward the water. Y/N could feel guilt eating at her every time she glanced at the earl. She didn't want to inconvience him or hurt his feelings. But she also didn't want to trap him in a marriage that was one sided.
"Miss Moore -"
"My lord -"
They both stopped abruptly, hearing the other speak. The earl laughed, shaking his head.
"Please, go first, Miss Moore."
Y/N sighed. "My lord, I apologise but I... I would rather we remain friends than take this any further. I value you and our friendship," she added quickly, "but I just do not feel any..."
"Spark?"
Y/N smiled and nodded. "I know I am running out of time," she said quietly. "And any other woman would accept your suit and gladly become a countess. But I yearn for a love match, as foolish as that might seem. I want what so many of the ton have and I am not quite ready to give up on that idea yet."
"I do not think you should either," the earl replied. He took her hand in his. "We all deserve a chance at true love, Miss Moore. I can only hope you find it."
"As do I, my lord." She curtseyed. "I hope to see you around."
It was as if her mother knew what had just happened. As the earl walked away, Y/N turned, glancing over at her. She could see the fury on her face even from this far away. Y/N swallowed as she began to walk back to her mother, bracing herself for the fallout.
"Miss Moore!"
She stilled. The voice as achingly familiar. She could smell him and it filled her with a weird warmth.
Y/N turned. Anthony Bridgerton was standing there, hands clasped behind his back, wearing a dark blue jacket.
"Lord Bridgerton," Y/N said, curtseying.
Anthony smiled. "I was Anthony last week," he said, moving closer.
"My mother is watching," Y/N replied softly. She risked a glance over her shoulder. "I just ended things with the Earl of Newburgh."
"Why?"
Y/N turned back to face him. She shrugged. "There was no spark."
Anthony nodded once. He glanced over her shoulder. "Well, would you like to come out onto the lake with me?" He asked, extending his hand out. "To escape your mother for a moment?"
Y/N looked at his bare hand. Slowly, she placed her own bare hand in his, letting him guide her hand to the crook of his elbow. She could feel the warmth of his body even through the dark blue wool of his jacket.
They began to walk towards the dock set up on the edge of the lake. The sun emerged from behind the clouds, sparkling off the water for a moment before disappearing again.
Anthony held her hand as she stepped into the boat. He kept her steady as it rocked, not letting go until she did. Y/N sat down on the chair built into the boat. Anthony sat down opposite her, grabbing the oars.
One of the workers untied them from the dock and gave them a gentle push out onto the lake. Anthony began to row, the oars splashing in and out of the water. Y/N sighed, relaxing back against the cushions, grateful to have escaped her mother's wrath for a moment.
Anthony was quiet for a while. He rowed them away from the dock, weaving through the other boats on the lake.
"What made you deny the earl?" Anthony asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.
Y/N exhaled softly, letting her hand trail through the water. "There was no spark," she replied. "I felt nothing but friendship towards him."
"What is it you look for?"
"A love match," Y/N replied, taking her hand out the water and shaking the droplets off. "Despite how foolish it may seem, I yearn for a love match. One that matches the stories I read when I was younger. Whilst I know it will probably never happen, younger me isn't quite ready to give up on the idea yet."
"I do not think it foolish," Anthony said softly. He slowed the oars, holding them loosely in his hands. "Nor do I think you should give up on it."
Y/N found his gaze. The intensity of it almost took her breath away.
"I must admit, however, that I do not think the earl would have made a good match."
His words snatched her out of her dream. Y/N stared at him, affronted.
"Whatever does that mean?" She asked.
"Well, he lives in Scotland -"
"Do you have some personal vendetta against Scotland?"
"Other than the bagpies and the tartan and the constant rain?"
"Anthony, have you ever been to Scotland in your life?"
"Colin has."
Y/N sighed. "Your brother does not count." She paused. "Is Scotland the only reason?"
"Oh, I have a whole list."
"Oh for goodness sake."
Y/N knew Anthony had a soft spot for her. They'd been friends since she'd come out two years previously. He'd been a desired match despite his whining about not wanting a wife. Her mother had forced them to dance together numerous times and soon a friendship had formed.
Even if that friendship sometimes comprised of a very judgy viscount who seemed to make who Y/N was courting his business.
"Anthony, when will you realise that you cannot control who I court?" Y/N asked softly.
Anthony began rowing them back to the dock. "I do not claim to try to."
"But you do."
"If you want me to stop, you need only ask."
"Anthony, that's not what..." Y/N sighed heavily. "I do not get a lot of choice in this world, please stop trying to control the one thing I do get to choose."
"I was not aware I was," Anthony replied, brow furrowing.
Y/N didn't want to say it. But she knew she had to.
"Well, you are," she replied gently. "I appreciate the concern but... I do not have long left to find my true love. And you, Viscount Bridgerton, are not helping things."
She knew it was a low blow. All Anthony wanted to do was protect her. But he kept scaring off countless suitors - sometimes before Y/N could even speak to them. It was a miracle the earl had managed to bypass Anthony at all.
The boat hit the dock. Y/N looked at Anthony and could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. He cleared his throat and stood up, pulling his jacket down.
Anthony climbed out the boat and crouched down, tying the rope back to the dock. He said nothing. Y/N hated the silence. She'd upset him, she knew that.
But she could not allow him to keep matchmaking for her when the only one she wanted was him. It hurt to see him try to marry her off to another man. All she wanted to do was be with him.
She'd denied it for months. The feelings that had begun to blossom inside her. They had become uncontrollable now, taking over her entire being whenever she saw him.
She was in love with Anthony Bridgerton.
The man who was against love, against marriage, against happy ever afters. He had made his intentions clear and Y/N knew he was not going to back down on them for her.
Her heart belonged to him and he didn't even know it.
Anthony held out his hand to her. "Miss Moore."
"Lord Bridgerton." She placed her hand in his.
Y/N stepped out of the boat and onto the dock. As she did so, she glanced down at their hands, fingers still holding on to one another.
Neither one of them wanted to let go. Even as the seconds ticked by. Anthony ran his thumb along her knuckles, hovering over the ring she wore on her middle finger.
Then, as if struck by lighting, they pulled apart. Y/N and Anthony both took a step back together, not realising another couple were directly behind them.
There was a yelp of surprise. It was a tangle of limbs and ropes and suddenly, Y/N found herself hitting the water. For a moment, she was blinded, but then she found her way upright and surfaced.
She turned her head, catching the splash as Anthony awkwardly surfaced from the depths of the lake, arms wheeling. The other man they'd knocked into the water was glowering at them but Y/N didn't care.
In fact, she was finding the entire situation highly amusing.
A crowd had gathered at the edge of the dock, her mother among them. Anthony was angrily shedding his jacket and cravat, slinging them into the water.
Y/N made the mistake of looking over.
His white shirt was near see through thanks to the water. It clung to his torso, highlighting the muscles and giving her a near clear view of everything.
Her cheeks began to burn and Y/N turned away quickly.
"Anthony, are you okay?"
Y/N looked up at the dock. Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony's sister, was stood at the edge, looking down at them, his brother Benedict next to them.
Benedict looked as amused as Y/N did at the whole situation.
"No," he grunted. "This idiot decided to tie his boat where there was no space!"
"You walked into me, my lord!"
Y/N rolled her eyes as the two man began to bicker. She half swam, half waded away back to the dock. The crowd moved back as she put her hands on the edge and pushed herself up onto it, gratefully accepting Benedict's help as he pulled her back onto dry land.
She knew she looked a mess. Her dress was covered in grime from the lake and there was a stray twig stuck in her hair. Yet she didn't seem to care.
Y/N shook her head, pulling the twig out. She looked up as Benedict straightened, giving her a smile. He held out his hand and pulled her to her feet
Y/N watched as Benedict crouched back down and offered a hand to his brother. Anthony slapped it aside, glowering at Benedict as he laughed at his brother's misfortune.
Anthony clambered back up onto the dock and snatched a towel from one of the workers hovering hesitantly nearby. He marched off, giving Y/N a tilt of the head as he passed by.
Y/N watched him leave. A shiver danced through her body and she wrapped her arms around herself. A warm jacket landed around her shoulders.
"So you have a reason to come by," Benedict whispered in her ear as he stepped back.
Y/N smiled up at him, pulling the jacket tight around her.
She knocked on the front door of Bridgerton house, Benedict's freshly laundered jacket in her hand. It wasn't long before the butler opened the door and ushered her inside, taking her calling card.
Y/N waited in the foyer for a moment, admiring the paintings and the walls. Then, the butler appeared again and guided her up the stairs to the drawing room.
"Y/N!"
She'd barely taken one step inside the room before Hyacinth came barreling at her, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"Hyacinth," Violet admonished, hurrying over. "Please do not ambush Miss Moore."
Hyacinth beamed up at Y/N before skipping away, back to her marbles.
"Miss Moore - Y/N," Violet corrected, seeing Y/N open her mouth to do so, "what do we owe the pleasure?"
Y/N held up the jacket. "I believe this is your son's." She paused. "The artistic one."
Violet chuckled, taking the jacket from Y/N. "Thank you," she replied. "I do apologise for what -"
"Oh, it was not anyone's fault," Y/N said, shrugging. "A funny accident was all it was."
Violet sighed. "I wish Anthony saw it that way. He is still rather angry at being pushed into the lake."
Y/N knew that, whilst he probably was angry at that, it wasn't the only thing. Yet, she did not say so aloud.
"I apologise for the lack of people here," Violet continued. "All of them are out. Bar Anthony, he's in his office."
"Not to worry, I only came to drop the jacket off," Y/N replied. She paused, hesitating to ask her next question.
"What is it, Y/N?" Violet asked, her mother's instinct isntantly reading the heistation on Y/N's face.
"I may have said some things to your son that upset him," she admitted softly. "I should not have done so but..." She sighed. "I cannot explain it myself, to be honest."
Violet nodded, eyes full of understanding. "You do not need to. Your relationship with Anthony is a special one. I do hope that this does not ruin it." Violet smiled. "I always think it best to be honest with someone, Y/N. Even if it's scary. It almost always helps things."
Y/N nodded. "Thank you."
As she turned to go, Violet called her name, halting her.
"His office is behind the stairs," Violet said.
Y/N smiled at the older woman. She turned and made her way down the stairs. As she got to the bottom, she turned to the right instead of heading for the front door.
It was easy to spot Anthony's office. The door was slightly ajar and she could see his jacket, abandoned on a chair by the fireplace.
Y/N knocked gently on the door.
"Just a moment, Hy," Anthony called.
Y/N stepped in, peering round the door, holding on to the edge. "Should I be flattered that you assumed I was Hyacinth?"
Anthony looked up sharply, his quill scratching along the parchment in one, thick, ink heavy line. "Miss Moore."
"I believe it was Y/N the other day," she replied, throwing his own words back at him, hoping to lighten the tension.
It didn't work.
"Why are you here?" Anthony asked, gripping his quill tightly.
"I came to return Benedict's jacket," she replied.
His reaction was obvious, despite how hard he tried to hide it. His shoulders slumped and his demeanour changed.
"Ah," Anthony replied, turning back to his papers. "Did you get lost?"
"I came to see you as well," Y/N replied. She was still hiding behind the door. "But only if you'll hear me out."
"I might."
"And if you stop being so rude."
At that, Anthony looked up again. He stood up, pushing back his chair. "What do you want, Y/N?" He asked, walking over to a cabinet and opening the doors.
"To apologise for what I said," Y/N replied, edging further into the room. "I was stressed amongst many other things and I took it out on you. Of course I value your opinion and I appreciate your assistance."
"You did not seem to the other day."
"Well, I was having conflicting feelings."
Anthony scoffed. Y/N watched him pour out a glass of whiskey and drink it in one.
Y/N sighed softly. She walked further into the room, pushing the door shut behind her. "The truth is, Anthony, that... as much as I appreciate your matchmaking skills and your assistance with this whole thing I..." Y/N trailed off.
She could still change her mind. She could still lie to him, claim innocence.
But she didn't want to.
Now was her chance to tell him. To let it all out. It would hurt. The denial would sting. But she would get over it. And then maybe, she could find another match.
"I cannot have the man I love trying to marry me off to other men when the only one I want is him."
Anthony's glass clinked against the bottle he was holding. He went very still, frozen mid-pour. Y/N let the confession settle, the silence grow. She moved closer to him, the heels of her shoes against the wooden floor the loudest sound she'd ever heard.
"I canât get you out of my head," she admitted softly. "You haunt my dreams at night and in the day. I find myself searching for you where ever I go, yearning just to hear your voice, to feel your hand in mine⊠your lips against my skin.
"You torment my very being. Whenever I see you, whenever I hear you thereâs a spark inside me that demands to be let out. A spark that doesnât exist with anyone but you, Anthony."
Anthony set the bottle down and turned to face her. Y/N didn't know how she expected him to react but the tears brimming in his eyes was not high on the list.
"I know that this might not be what you wish to happen," she added quickly, stepping even closer, "and if that is the case, I will walk away right now and forget this ever happened." She paused, breathing deeply. "But I think there is something, deep down inside, that yearns for this too."
That god awful silence fell again. The clock chimed from the mantle place, indicating that it was inching close to six o'clock. Anthony stared at her. Y/N stared at him. She let her fingers grip her skirt tightly.
"I will admit," Anthony said softly, his voice hoarse, "that I have felt something too. For a long time I have denied it." He swallowed. "I loved my father deeply and his loss aches even today. I fear to love anyone else as much or to allow anyone to love me as much because I do not wish to inflict that ache on anyone else.
"But what I have discovered since meeting you, Y/N Moore, is that the ache means that the love was so great, it cannot be put into words. We know what happens in the end, yet we love anyway. It has taken me a long time to accept that. To accept that falling in love will only mean more pain, more heart ache. But for you, I am willing to accept that. For you, I am willing to love again."
Y/N couldn't breathe. At some point during Anthony's confession, her breath had been stolen away by his words.
Here they were, baring their open and broken souls to one another. It shouldn't have felt this good. It shouldn't have brought her the relief it was.
Anthony stepped closer. Y/N followed his gaze, never breaking away. He lowered his lips to hers. It was slow and delicate yet the desire was there, the need for more was there. He pressed hard, pushing her lips apart slightly, wanting even more.
Then, they broke apart. Anthony took a step back. Y/N looked at him, breathing heavily. Anthony looked at her, his dark eyes burning into her soul.
There was a moment of stillness. A moment of calm.
Then Anthony surged forward, as did Y/N. They collide. His hands wrapped around her waist as he captured her lips again. They were desperate to devour one another, to know each others bodies, to feel one another after denying their feelings for so long.
Anthony lifted Y/N up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never once breaking their kiss. He walked back and sat her on the desk, knocking over trinkets and piles of papers. His hands were frantic, desperately undoing the hooks at the back of her dress as she undid his waistcoat.
Desire coursed through them. The need to hold one another overwhelming them both. Y/N's dress fell down from her shoulders and ended up on the floor, forgotten.
As Anthony stepped back, Y/N jumped off the desk and pulled Anthony forward by his cravat. She smiled, licking her swollen lips as she pushed him down until he was kneeling in front of her.
Anthony chuckled, his hands reaching up and pulling down her stockings from around her thighs. Her drawers followed next. Anthony's hands danced over her hips and upper thighs as he guided the material down.
Y/N's hands caressed his face and combed through his hair with her fingers as he undressed her and Anthony tried not to moan in delight. He paused as her hands came around his throat, undoing the cravat and then drifting down to his shirt.
Teasingly, Y/N pulled the edge up, letting her nail lightly drag across his skin. A tremor went through his body, desire flaring between his legs. The shirt landed on the floor next to her dress.
Anthony paused, looking at her. âI will stop if you want me to,â he said softly.
"Please donât.â
Anthony realised just how much he liked her begging.
Y/N lowered herself to her knees, looking Anthony in the eye. He recognised the look in her eyes and he slowly lowered himself down to the floor, the rug brushing his bare back.
She knelt over him, fingers dancing over his chest. Her hands moved down, brushing between his legs. He nearly came undone there and then. Y/N undid his trousers, sliding the fabric down his legs until they were both exposed.
Y/N lowered herself onto him, a sweetness growing between her legs as she did so. She yearned to reach down and relieve it. Instead, she straightened up, resting on top of Anthony. He tilted his head back, a groan burning in his throat. He let her warm to him, to his touch, and then he arched up slightly, encouraging her movements. Y/N moved with him, their limbs becoming one, entangling with the other.
Anthony reached the horizon of his desire, feeling it's release all over. Y/N rested a hand on his chest, breathing hard. She leant down, kissing his lips, the space behind his ear, his collarbone. She brushed her hand along the side of his face, taking in every mole, every detail.
Anthony took her face in his hands. He gently guided her up, until they were both kneeling again. Then, he pushed her backwards, letting her lower herself onto the floor. Y/N laid on the rug, looking up at Anthony, her eyes caught in his gaze. He knelt over her, his knees either side of her waist, his knee brushing her bare skin.
He smirked as slowly lowered himself downward, caressing every part of her body as he went. His hands ran over her covered breasts, hovering for a moment, before moving down to her stomach. He paused at her thighs and then, when he heard her whimper, went down further, to the sweet spot that yearned to be touched.
Y/N splayed her hands out against the rug as the sweetness between her thighs was eased by hands that knew exactly what to do and a tongue that knew just where to touch.
She didn't even hear the noises she made, so absorbed in the feeling of Anthony's fingers inside her. Her hips bucked up and he pushed them back to the floor, resting his other hand against her abdomen.
Needing something to grasp onto, Y/N reached for his hand. Anthony found it and gripped it tightly, riding with her as each surge of breath came in quick succession.
Y/N arched up, her head tilted back, exposing her throat, as she crested the wave of her release. Anthony finished off as she fell back against the rug, her skin glowing with sweat.
He laid down next to her, his hand coming to lie against her chest. He could feel her heart beating through the corset she still wore.
Neither one spoke - they didnât need to. Y/N closed her eyes and turned her head, nestling into Anthonyâs neck and breathing in deeply. His cologne was stronger there, evidently where heâd rolled it on that morning. Anthonyâs thumb rubbed back and forth along her back.
In stark contrast from the hunger and desire that had gripped them moments earlier, they were both settled now. Anthonyâs kiss was soft on her cheek, his hands gentle as he caressed her bare skin. Y/N found herself drawing circles on his bare back, following imaginary lines along the divot of his spine.
She sighed softly and relaxed further into his embrace, closing her eyes as she listened to Anthonyâs heart beating in time with hers.
She awoke hours later. The candles had burnt down and the sky was dark outside the window. She was still in Anthonyâs embrace, his hand lazily flung across her stomach, fingers on her thigh. She turned her head to look at him and he blinked at her sleepily, his hair mussed.
âI suspect I might have to marry you now,â Anthony whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
âI suspect you might, Lord Bridgertonâ Y/N replied, smiling back. She brushed her hand through his hair. âLuckily for you, Iâm all yours.â
âLucky for me indeed,â Anthony murmured, pressing his lips to hers once more. Slowly. Deliberately.
For they had all the time in the world now.
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Meet the Parents
Jack Hughes x fem!reader
summary: reader is nervous to meet jackâs parents
notes: got the itch to write again, and this request has been sitting in my inbox for awhile. this was very fun to write, and iâm learning i absolutely LOVE writing jack! the ending is kinda weird bc i didnât really know how to end it, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! happy reading!! đ«¶đŒ
request: jack bringing his gf to meet the rest of his family and they all quickly adore her, but can tell sheâs really important to jack and he really just loves her but she is also super close to Luke and that makes ellen very happy!! just something sweet have fun!!!
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âDarling, chill out. Everythingâs going to be fine. Iâm telling you, they already love you,â Jack brings a hand over to calm your bouncing knee.
You worry that Jack made a reservation at the wrong restaurant, seeing as the two of you have been sitting in the half circle booth for fifteen minutes already, and thereâs no trace of the rest of the Hughes clan to be seen.
Jackâs parents had flown into Jersey yesterday, wanting to be there when the Devils play the Canucks tomorrow so they can see all of their children on the same ice once again.
Quinn and Luke were joining you for dinner tonight, too, but you had no fears about either of them being in attendance. If anything, the fact that both of them will be here calms your nerves a little more.
Luke was actually the reason you had met Jack in the first place. The small cafĂ© you worked at being one of Lukeâs favorite spots to come and decompress after practice or before big games. He would come in and sit at the same table in the back of the small dining room, ordering an iced green tea and a grilled ham and swiss every time.
You went to take your break one day, going to sit at your favorite secluded corner booth, only to find the space already taken by none other than your curly-headed regular.
He offered for you to sit, claiming his table had been taken when he came in, but he was about to take off anyways. You insisted he stayed and you share the booth, then spent your entire break chatting with the hockey player, as you had learned, and a friendship was quickly formed.
He started sitting in your booth instead of his table, causing you to spend most of your breaks talking to your new friend. The conversations during breaks and between rushes became him inviting you to games and outings with his teammates.
He had introduced you to Jack the first time you agreed to meet up with him at a sports bar down the road after a shift, and you were instantly drawn to the middle Hughes brother.
The more games you went to and the more you made appearances during post-game celebrations, the closer you became to Jack, until the two of you made the jump from friends to dating.
Luke had admitted that he knew from that first time he sat with you on your break, you were perfect for his brother. He orchestrated the whole thing, from inviting you out to bringing Jack along to a few of his âzenâ lunches before games after your first introduction to his older brother.
You were thankful Luke had decided to play matchmaker for his brother all those months ago. You couldnât imagine your life without Jack in it, now. You had found your person, and gained two brothers out of it at the same time.
And even though you had been with Jack for quite some time, the opportunity to meet his parents had never presented until now. You had met Quinn only two months into your relationship, taking a trip to Vancouver with the two devils players to celebrate Quinnâs becoming captain of the Canucks.
Jim and Ellen hadnât been able to make it then, flying out a few weeks after the three of you made your visit. Jack and Luke had invited you to spend the week with their family at their lake house this summer, but it was the same week you had flown home for your grandfatherâs birthday party.
There were a couple more missed opportunities between now and then, but now is the time that youâre faced with the infamous task of meeting the parents.
You keep trying to tell yourself that they canât be that scary, considering how quickly you were accepted by all three children they raised. But that seed of doubt keeps digging its roots in your mind, causing you to become a ball of anxious energy all day.
You had shown up and proceeded to clean Jackâs entire apartment at seven oâclock this morning, after cleaning yours last night, because you couldnât sleep. You color-coded his t-shirts in his closet and re-organized all of Lukeâs drawers in his room. Luke had joked that they should take you to a family reunion and maybe youâd start detailing their cars, next. The comment earned him a swift smack to the head from Jack.
Your boyfriend, on the other hand, begged you to stop, and take a breather with him. He took you to a salon to get your nails re-done, the scrubbing you did to your shower last night ruining your current manicure. He also took you to the local animal shelter, remembering how you babbled about a statistic stating that petting a cat for ten minutes can reduce a personâs stress by 50%.
He brought you back to his apartment with plenty of time to get ready, and sat in the bathroom with you the entire time you showered so he could listen to you list your worries about this evening and reassure you everything would be fine. He claimed he wanted to learn and help when you sat down in front of the vanity he had bought and placed in his room for you, eager to help you apply the various creams and powders to your face. He tried to curl a few strands of your hair for you, causing you to break into a fit of giggles when he got the iron so tangled in your hair it stayed without either of you holding on to it.
His actions did ease your anxiety, being so focused on Jack and your love for him to leave any room for the familiar bubble of nervousness in your belly. But the second you stepped foot in the restaurant, it all became real again.
âJack, are you sure this is the right place? Why arenât they here yet? Do you think they forgot?â you place your hand on top of the one he just placed on your knee, looking over at him with wide, worried eyes.
âYes, this is the right place. Theyâre just running a bit behind. Dad isnât always the best judge of traffic. He thinks he can beat the GPS every time,â he chuckles, leaning in to place a kiss to your temple.
You close your eyes and lean into his kiss, allowing yourself to get lost in Jack and the comfort he never fails to bring you.
He removes his lips from your temple, lowering his head slightly to speak quietly into your ear.
âI promise, you have nothing to worry about. Mom is so excited to meet you, and Dad always asks about how your classes are going when I talk to him on the phone,â he starts, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. âPlus, if for some reason they decide they donât like you, which is literally impossible, by the way, itâs not going to change the way I feel about you.â
He places a kiss to your cheek, your eyes still closed listening to his words. You let out a breath you had been holding, letting yourself fully sag into his side. He starts to speak softly once more as you lay your head fully on his shoulder.
âThey will never change how much I love you, Y/N. Youâre it for me. Iâll live the rest of my life in familial exile if I have to. Youâre the only thing that matters to me, understand?â
âNow, donât be so dramatic, Jack, Iâm a catch. Surely if I can survive all the puck bunnies I can survive your mom and dad,â you joke, his words giving you a small boost of confidence. âPlus, they raised you, how scary can they really be?â
You lift your head off of his shoulder and pinch his cheek, poking fun at the fact the internet claims Jack isnât very threatening.
âHeyyy,â he draws the word out, feigning offense. âI can be scary. I am a big scary hockey player after all,â he pouts bringing his forehead to rest against yours.
You bring your hand up to pat his cheek. âYeah, sure, keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.â
You giggle as Jack growls at you and brings his hands to tickle your sides, causing you to yelp and try to squirm away from him in the large booth.
Neither of you notice the hostess escorting the rest of the Hughes family towards your booth.
âAlright, get a room you two, geez. And donât make it mine this time,â you hear Lukeâs voice ring out, referencing the time Jackâs sheets were being washed so the two of you decided to nap in Lukeâs room.
You snap to attention, separating yourself from Jack fully.
You look up to see his entire family standing there, looking at you. Jack rolls his eyes at his brother, quickly scooting out of the booth to greet his parents.
âWe take a nap in your room one time and you never let us forget it. We even slept on top of your comforter, for crying out loud!â Jack ruffles Lukeâs curls as he walks past him.
You wiggle your way out of the booth to greet his family, taking a few deep breaths for good measure.
You find yourself in front of Quinn first, walking into his open arms for one of your favorite Quinn bear hugs.
âHow are you, squirt?â he asks, squeezing you tight.
âQuinnifer, Iâm only two years younger than you,â you squeeze him back, hearing him chuckle at your own nickname for the defenseman. Â
âYeah, so youâre forever and affectionately known as squirt,â he says matter of factly, pulling back from the hug but keeping his hands on your upper arms as you roll your eyes at him.
âSo, you doing okay? Any meltdowns yet? Jack told me you were nervous,â Quinn questions you, ducking slightly so he can look into your eyes.
âWell, Jackâs t-shirts are color coded and Lukeâs drawers are now sorted in order of how he gets dressed, so if thatâs what you call okay, then yeah, Iâm doing great,â you reveal, giving Quinn a sheepish smile.
âI thought Jack said you were nervous? Sounds like a typical Thursday night for you,â he teases back, letting his hands drop.
âHa-Ha, very funny, Quinnifer,â you deadpan.
Quinn laughs at you. âSeriously, you have nothing to worry about. I donât know if Jack told you already, but they ask about you all the time. I think Momâs over the moon that Rowdy finally has someone to keep him in check. They love you already.â Quinn tells you with the most sincerity youâve ever heard from him.
You reach out and squeeze his shoulder, a silent thank you for the reassurance.
âYeah, I think Momâs already got the wedding colors picked out,â Luke approaches the two of you.
âShut up, Moose. Youâre just mad Jack snagged her when you were too dumb to,â Quinn elbows Luke in the ribs as he stands next to his oldest brother.
âQuinn, thatâs literally the most disgusting thing youâve ever said to me,â Luke hunches over, rubbing his abdomen.
âGee, thanks Luke. Glad to know how repulsive you think I am,â you throw your arms up slightly, playfully scoffing.
âDonât get me wrong, Y/N, youâre a catch and all, but my God, thatâs like someone telling me I should make a move on my sister,â Luke makes a gagging noise, emphasizing his point.
âDonât worry, Lukey, I feel the same way about it. Youâre the annoying little brother I never wanted and didnât haveâŠuntil now,â you dig back, earning your own eye roll from the tallest Hughes.
You look over to see Jack conversing with his parents when he catches your eye, waving you over.
âWell, here goes nothing, I guess,â you whisper out before walking the few feet to your left where Jack stands with his parents.
You walk into the open arm Jack has held out for you, his arm slipping around your waist, his thumb lightly rubbing up and down to let you know heâs right there with you.
âMom, Dad, this is Y/N,â Jack introduces you as you place your own hand over his on your waist, grounding yourself to him.
Youâre so focused on trying to smile without looking like youâre in pain that you donât see the look Jack gives you.
Ellen, however, does. Jack told her how nervous you were for tonight, begging her to not ask you too many questions and to let you do the talking, no matter how well intended her questions are.
She sees the way her son looks at you, never having seen such an expression of love on his face before. She notices how tightly youâre gripping his hand, and the slight motion of his thumb.
She knew she liked you before this moment, Jackâs constant talking about you making her feel like sheâs already met you before. But witnessing your moment with Jack before the two of you were aware they had arrived, seeing how comfortable you are with her son, and how much joy was on his face every time he looked at you, was enough to sell her even further.
You reach your hand out for a handshake, trying to discreetly wipe your hand on the fabric of your dress.
âHi, Itâs so nice to finally meet you two. Iâm so sorry we havenât been able to meet before now. Jackâs told me so much about you,â you say to both of them, but reaching your hand out towards Ellen first.
Ellen takes your hand. âOh, honey, weâre not a hand shaking family. You see how Quinn is, weâre huggers,â she pulls you forward, wrapping you in what you can only described as a motherly hug.
She squeezes you tightly before letting go, giving you a wide smile.
You turn to Jim, his arms already open and inviting.
You give him a quick hug, now knowing where Quinn gets his bear hugging tendencies from.
The six of you make your way into the large booth, you and Jack taking your spot in the middle of the booth with his parents sitting to his left and Quinn and Luke sitting to your right.
Jackâs hand makes its way to your leg immediately. Throughout the meal heâs never not touching you. Whether itâs his hand on your leg, his arm around your shoulders, or his hand resting in yours on the table, he always lets you know heâs right there with you.
Ellen and Jim ask you about your school work and what your plans are after you graduate. They ask you about your family and where youâre from, but they mostly let you set the pace of the conversation, which youâre thankful for.
The food comes and goes, and the anxiety you felt earlier melts away the longer you converse with the family.
Once the plates are cleared and dessert is ordered, the topic of hockey finally makes its way into the conversation of the night. Youâre thankful, the spotlight finally being taken off of you for a few minutes.
âSo, Quinny, hope youâre ready to get your ass beat tomorrow, because Luke and I wonât be taking it easy on you out there, Cap,â Jack changes the subject when thereâs a lull in the discussion of how you ended up in New Jersey, giving you a squeeze and a quick wink, being able to tell you were getting a little talked out.
âOh, I wouldnât expect you to. Then itâd be too easy, considering weâre going to shut you out anyways,â Quinn teases back.
âI donât know, Huggy, I think that C added a bit too much weight to your jersey, youâre looking slower and slower every time I see you. Or maybe itâs just that old age catching up with you,â Luke chimes in.
âIâm twenty-four you idiot. Iâm still one of the youngest guys on my team,â Quinn rolls his eyes. You notice a lot of eye rolling among the three brothers when theyâre together.
âI donât know, I heard that twenty-four in hockey years is basically like youâre fifty in normal people years,â Jim adds, smirking over at Jack.
âOh, yeah? So youâre saying you could out skate me if we were to get on the ice right now, huh, Dad?â Quinn challenges his father.
âSure I could. Who do you think you got all of your talent from, hmm?â
All three of the boys respond in unison. âMom.â
The table erupts in laughter.
âAlright boys, enough. Before you talk your father into doing something that could get him hurt,â Ellen speaks through the laughter, looking up at her husband while resting her head on his shoulder for just a moment.
You watch the two look at each other, seeing how much love they share.
You turn your head to look over at Jack, laughter still on his face. You canât help but smile up at him. You love him with everything you have in you, and finally meeting his entire family just solidified that for you. Being able to spend time with the wonderful people that raised him makes you love him that much more. You look around the table at his two brothers, still laughing with each other. You hope that one day you can have this with Jack. A family with nothing but love to give each other.
As youâre picturing your future with Jack, heâs looking over at you, thinking about how lucky he is that Luke happened to stumble into your cafĂ© on one of his first days in New Jersey. He thanks the universe for putting you in his path and for the fact that you, for some unknown reason, decided to love him out of all the people in this world.
Ellen once again observes the looks both you and Jack gave the other when the other wasnât paying attention. She feels a warmth settling in her chest when she looks at the two of you. She can see how much you mean to Jack, and how much he means to you. She sees how well you get along with Luke and Quinn, both of them talking about you nearly as much as Jack does. You fit in so well with their family; your humor, kindness, and capacity to love her boys making her feel like youâre simply an addition to their dynamic that she didnât know was missing until now.
Dessert comes and goes and the boys all argue over whoâs paying for dinner until Jim sneaks his card to the waiter while they were too busy yelling at one another.
You all exit the booth and make your way to the sidewalk in front of the building, chit chatting a little more while walking to the parking garage before parting ways.
Youâre walking with Quinn, Luke and Jim, listening to them bicker about tomorrowâs game. You notice Jack and Ellen fall behind, Ellen linking arms with her middle son as they walk.
âSo, what do you think?â Jack asks his mom, watching you push Luke lightly, wondering what he said to make your head fall back in laughter.
âJack, sheâs great. But you already knew that. Not that you need it, but my approval was given the second you called and said youâd met someone,â Ellen responds, following his gaze, watching you pull Jackâs jacket tighter around your shoulders.
âGod, I love her, Mom. More than I ever knew was possible,â Jack sighs out, letting his head fall onto the top of Ellenâs as they walk.
âI can see it, Jack. And I can see she loves you just as much,â Ellen starts, bringing her free hand up to pat Jackâs arm. âMy only advice? Donât let her go. Sheâs special, Jack. The way she gets along with your brothers, and the way they love her like sheâs been part of this family for years, thatâs rare.â
Ellen blinks back tears, just overwhelmed with happiness that Jack found someone thatâs able to love him as much as she knows he deserves to be loved.
âI know, Mom. Trust me, I know. I donât ever plan on letting her go. In fact,â Jack pauses, pulling back from his mom as you round the corner into the garage with his dad and brothers, âI bought this about two months ago. Not gonna give it to her just yet, but I couldnât stand it any longer. Had to go ahead and buy her one,â he pulls out a small velvet box, popping it open and showing his mom the ring he picked out for you.
âOh, Jack,â Ellen coos as she takes the box from his hand, looking at the princess cut diamond sitting on top of the gold band.
Her eyes fill with tears for the millionth time this evening when she looks up at Jack, finally letting them spill over. She keeps looking down at the ring and then back up at Jack while the tears stream down her cheeks.
Jack feels his own eyes sting at his motherâs reaction, knowing theyâre happy tears.
âJack, Iâm so proud of you. And so happy for you,â Ellen sniffles through the tears. âSheâs going to love it, honey. JustâŠlet me know before you do it, yeah? And donât forget her parents, you gotta let them know, too.â She wipes her eyes, closing the box and handing him back the ring.
âAlready taken care of. Asked them when I bought it. Told me theyâd love nothing more, but to just let them know when itâs happening. And to send them lots of pictures,â Jack chuckles, placing the box back in his pocket but not taking his hand off of it.
âOh, yes, I want lots of pictures too. Donât want to miss a second of the moment I finally get a girl!â Ellen exclaims, throwing her hands out in excitement.
âDonât worry, I plan on flying everyone out when I do it. Know itâd mean the world to her to have everyone here to celebrate afterwards. Got it all planned out and everything,â Jack tells his mom, pulling her in for a hug.
Ellen squeezes him as hard as she can, letting every ounce of pride and love she has in her body flow into Jack through her hug.
âOh, and just in case you get too far ahead and start planning the wedding before I propose,â Jack breaks the silence, knowing how excited Ellen can get, âLuke already called dibs on being the flower girl.â
Ellen bursts into laughter so loud it alerts you and the rest of her family that they were no longer behind you.
You back track just a little to find Jack and Ellen walking towards you while hugging each other and laughing.
âWhereâd you guys go? I thought you were right behind us?â you asked, noticing the puffy nature of Ellenâs eyes but choosing not to overstep and comment on it.
âOh, honey, we were. And always will be. Right here behind you, whenever you need us,â Ellen says as Jack comes up beside you and tugs you into his side.
Her sentimental comment confuses you, but you catch Jack smiling down at you out of the corner of your eye, any confusion forgotten the second your eyes met his.
âAlright, I better catch up with the rest of my crew. You boys need your rest tonight, you have a big game tomorrow,â Ellen points at Jack.
She makes her way over to you, Jack letting go of you in order to let his mother pull you into a hug.
âY/N, it was so lovely to finally meet you. Iâll see you at the game tomorrow, okay?â She pulls back, bringing her hands to rest on your cheeks. âWelcome to the family, dear,â she tells you, pulling you in for yet another hug.
She meets her sonâs gaze behind you as she squeezes you, a knowing look shared between the two.
You squeezed her back, willing yourself not to cry as you digest the words you wish you could go back and tell yourself this morning, so you could let her know it would all be okay, and to leave Jackâs closet alone.
She finally pulls back, walking over and giving Jack a kiss on the cheek before giving the two of you a small wave before disappearing around the corner, following her husband and two other sons.
You turn to look at Jack, tears in your eyes.
âDoes that mean she liked me? Or was she just being nice?â you ask him, wanting to make sure you really did make a good impression on his family.
âDarling, she meant it, trust me. Youâre one of us now. Have been from the start, really. The only thing youâre missing is the last name,â he assures you, earning a laugh as you shake your head and grab his hand, leading him in the direction of his parked car.
He watches as you walk in front of him, feeling the weight of the ring box in his pocket, finding no humor in the idea of you officially becoming a Hughes, knowing that day is coming sooner rather than later.
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ghostin' (one)
pairing na jaemin x y/n (fem)
word count 14.4k
genre smut, fluff, angst, situationship vibes, college au
synopsis after being brutally dumped by your ex hyunjin, youâre living a broken life, lost in the consumption of getting high and heartbreak. then you meet na jaemin, a one-night stand transforms into a bond. he becomes the catalyst for your healing. but can you genuinely break free from the attachment to your toxic ex? between newfound connection and lingering attachments, will you move on or hold on?
one | two | three | four
chapter warnings very broken, fragile, weak, intoxicated mc (not so much in the 1st chapter just wait lmao) cute friendship moments, girl moments, appearances from other '00 liners, explicit language, swearing, mention of drugs, smoking and alcohol, getting high, under the influence, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (f receiving) overuse of âbaby,â ass slapping, daddy kink, size kink and training, dirty talk, big cock jaemin, soft dom jaemin, groping, fingering, nipple sucking, a moment (the girls playing matchmaker) which teases all the other fics in the series which you can see about here, introverted, chill, emotionally intelligent, laid back, mysterious jaemin, jaemin with a darker side, a very sexy jaemin, black haired jaemin, jaemin who has no flaws
author note haerin is the protagonist (y/n) in my one shot mfal, which can be read here. sheâs a side character in this so i wanted to give her a name so avoid confusion for myself lmao. but you can still imagine haerin as mfal!y/n. also thereâs a lot of jeno and haerin in this chapter, a lot of friend moments, girl moments, jaemin only makes an appearance at the end. please stay patient and trust me!! the wait is worth it. he comes in at the perfect time :) i wanted to make this more friendship group based and explore the side characters compared to mfal, so :))) enjoy. also hana is heejin now from mfal! i changed her name, sorry about my bad planning, this is the second story that iâve ever written (mfal my first) so iâm still learning and making mistakes. hana is an og so i didnât wanna give her a popular idols name!! still need to change her name in mfal lol
part of neo heartbreaker series, same universe as mfal but can be read as a standalone. comment to be added to the tag list for future parts!! this is a 4 part series
âi know that it breaks your heart when i cry again, over him, i know that it breaks your heart when i cry again, instead of ghostinâ himâ
playlist ariana grande ghostin, prettymuch phases, ghosting txt,
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âJeno told me to show you this.â
You point your phone in Haerinâs face, eyes closed as she grips the device in her hands, mouth watering as she lets out a sigh, fighting her urges but she gives in, whining about Jenoâs âmonster cockâ and how much she loved and missed it, how she wanted to fuck herself dumb with it⊠something like that. You chose to drown her words out. Hana letâs out a sound of realisation from beside you, understanding why your eyes were closed. Itâs because you didnât want to see Jenoâs cock.
âWhy is he sending you that photo?â Hana asks, eyes puzzled.
âItâs because Haerin is ignoring all his texts and calls so he told me heâd make me my favourite dinner for a week if I shoved the photo of his cock in her face.â You explain, Hana giving you a knowing nod. Who would refuse that offer? Lee Jeno belonged on master chef.
âWell you can tell him he can shove his cock in his own mouth.â Haerin shakes her head furiously, words high pitched and spoken with anger. She sneaks a final glance and lets out one last whimper before handing you your phone back.
You nod, fingers typing away.
you - she basically said fuck you and that you can shove your own cock in your own mouth
jeno - bet my baby was moaning at the photo though. i know what sheâs like
jeno - needy slut tries to act like she doesnât want me when sheâs mad at me
jeno - when she wants me even more
you - seems like something you should text her!
jeno - bitch thatâs the point sheâs ignoring me
âI'm gonna kill Jeno." You look up from your phone, your gaze shifting to Hana as you share amused glances, spotting a very annoyed and pissed-off Haerin sitting opposite you both in the canteen. It's been a long day of back-to-back lectures, and Haerin has been frustrated throughout them all. Uncharacteristically, she hasn't been paying attention in class, even though she's easily the top student and smarter than every single one of her peers.
She swirls her noodles around with her chopsticks, more focused on her irritation than her meal. "Why did he leave so early this morning?" You question.
"You tell me." Haerin exclaims, her voice raising a few octaves as she shakes her head in frustration.
"Wait, why are you pissed off at him again?" Hana asks in confusion.
"It's Jeno."
âYeah I know, I asked why ââ
"He was about to go down on me, but then he got an 'important' phone call, said sorry and left." Haerin explains with a huff. "I say 'about,' but he was already inside of me! He had just put his cock into me and then left before he started fucking me!!!!" Anger seeps through Haerin as she recalls the incident.
You and Heejin share a look, raising your eyebrows and holding back a laugh. Haerin and her boyfriend, Jeno, have a lot of sex. They're intimate every day, and he practically lives with you three girls. You admire the fact that they're deeply in love, evident to everyone around (and sometimes heard), but you're also put off by how frequently they engage in sexual activities. You and your roommate Heejin have become too accustomed to walking into any room in the house and seeing Haerin getting her back blown out.
âI need him so fucking bad that Iâm genuinely kill the next person I see if theyâre not him. Iâm so fucking stressed right now and getting my back blown out by him is the only solution. I just need him to slap my pussy and my ass and spit in my mouth. I need him to choke me and I need his cum in my mouth or in me!!! Fuck I need his babies. I just need his cock shoved down my throat, I need him to wipe the drool from my cheeks after Iâve sucked him off, I need him to fuck my throat, I need him to tie my hair up for me and move the strands that get stuck in his mouth when Iâm sucking his cock.â
Hana lets out a loud laugh at how the chatter on the tables surrounding the three of you had silenced completely, obviously in reaction to Haerinâs loud and incredibly sexual words. She usually had no filter when it came to the desires she shared with her boyfriend.
Haerin cries out, scrolling through photos on her camera roll and you wish you wouldnât have glanced her way but youâre pretty sure you see Jenoâs cock grace her phone screen, (you also wish you didnât know what it looked like.) Your eyes widen in shock as she lets out the loudest and horniest moan youâve ever heard, she wasnât even trying to conceal it, clearly not caring about who hears. Her mouth waters at the photos she has of him saved on her phone.
Haerin continues complaining, staring down at her noodles with a scowl, gaze moving to her phone once again and rapidly scrolling through the photos. "We haven't had sex since like⊠last night!"
You huff, contemplating how Haerin, if in your shoes, would likely struggle. The memory of your last intimate encounter, five months ago, casts a shadow, and a momentary sadness clouds your features. Shaking off those feelings, you ignore Hanaâs observant gaze â she notices everything. How is she so observant? You disregard the look she's giving you, hoping she won't give it any more attention.
A sigh of relief escapes when Haerin continues to complain, Hanaâs attention shifting.
"I'm going crazy.â Haerin breathes heavily, her eyes widening. "I keep crossing my legs, but nothing feels like him."
Her voice and expression turn darker. "I wanted to cut his dick off, especially when he kissed me and said he'd make it up to me."
Your eyebrows raise. "That's quite sweet, though?" You've seen the way Jeno kisses Haerin. If you were ever kissed like that, you'd melt. You'd complain about nothing. The heavy feeling overtakes your heart once more when you remember that once upon a time, you were kissed like that.
"Isn't this the third time this week it's happened?" Hana questions.
Haerin nods immediately. "He keeps saying sorry, telling me he can't tell me where he goes off to, but I know where he's going and who he's seeing. He doesn't need to tell me to know."
"And I know you guys already have an idea. If you think about it, it's not difficult to figure out."
The three of you say "Jaemin" unanimously.
"I swear you said that the only time he'll leave you mid-sex is for one reason... it's Jaemin.â Hana mumbles. Her attention is more focused on taking Haerin's chopsticks from her hand, swirling around her noodles, and then feeding her. Irritation almost overtakes her at the sight of Haerin staring down at a plate of empty food.
"Has he fallen off the face of the earth?" You question, thinking about the last time you saw him. You didn't know Jaemin that well. All you knew was that he was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend, and he occasionally hung out with the group. But you don't think you've heard him mutter more than three words, ever. He was quiet and didnât like speaking, there was nothing wrong with that, you was like that too..
When you don't get an answer, you return to reality and find a choking Haerin, obviously struggling to eat her noodles. Hana swiftly hits her back and offers water to ease the situation. Once the scene simmers down, Haerin, with a few chesty coughs, explains, "Jeno's not telling me everything because he has this sworn secrecy not to air out his best friend's personal life and problems to his girlfriend. But from the small things I've seen and heard around, I hear that Yeeun dumped him â"
"I heard that Yeeun cheated on him and he's literally on his death bed, depressed and getting high all the time," Hana whispers.
"I heard that she left the country and he tried to follow her." Haerin whispers back. The two of them go back and forth on rumors and speculations, which you observe, choosing not to get involved. Instead, you lean back and watch with a grin. You were never too interested in partaking in gossiping and bitching; it wasn't your thing, but you don't deny that hearing it was always good.
The gossiping comes to an end when they realize they're getting nowhere. You and Hana both turn to Haerin with a sigh. "Why can't you just ask Jeno? He obviously knows."
Lee Jeno, the one who harasses you with cock photos, Haerin's boyfriend, Jaemin's other half, theyâve been connected and attached since they were kids. The bestest of friends. Brothers. If Jeno isn't with Haerin, he's with Jaemin. It's a bromance that's heartwarming and sweet â two guys who are platonic soulmates. He obviously knows what's happened with Jaemin.
Haerin shakes her head. "He's not telling me. He's told me little bits, but he's being so vague. I've asked so many times."
"I even did my really cute 'no no' and puppy eyes smiling look, but he didn't budge. You know how I can make him do anything once I call him 'no no,' but it didn't work this time, so whatever happened is pretty serious."
You look at her astonished. "Why? I thought you told each other everything."
"Yeah, we do. If it's concerning him, he'll never keep it a secret from me. But he's told me it's unfair to air out his best friend's business like that. Jaemin's obviously told him the entire Yeeun situation with secrecy, and I'm sure he'll be hurt if Jeno just tells his girlfriend everything he trusted him with. It sucks to open up and become vulnerable only for everything you've said in trusted privacy to be shared."
You both still look confused. Doesn't having a boyfriend mean the 'don't tell anyone' rule doesn't apply to him?
Even though Haerin is admittedly annoyed at Jeno, she'll always defend him. "Look, I see where he's coming from. Something's happened with Jaemin, and it's clearly Yeeun. I'm worried for him, and obviously Jeno is. That's why Jeno is always going over to him, even when heâs about to put his dick inside of me." She rolls her eyes, accepting the fact that Jeno would drop anything for his best friend.
âHey! You three come over right now!â
You and Hana turn around at Haerin's call, scanning the surroundings to spot Yangyang, Shotaro, and Xiaojun. The scared looks on their faces are evident even from a distance, a clear response to Haerin's tone and directness.
"We don't know anything." Yangyang quickly states as he takes a seat opposite you, anticipating Haerin's impending interrogation.
"You don't even know what Haerin's gonna ask you." Hana chuckles, playfully teasing the boys.
"I know we're about to get an interrogation.â Shotaro responds, the corners of his lips lifting as he grins sweetly at Hana, who ruffles his hair. Eric has now joined the table, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, and sits with you guys without a word. Come to think of it, that's what Eric wasâsomeone who just appeared from nowhere.
You watch with a laugh as he leans his head toward Hana, silently pleading for her to do the same to him and ruffle his hair. However, she just shakes her head and focuses her attention on Shotaro. You smirk, well aware of Eric's crush on Hana, a fact not hidden from anyone at the table.
Turning to your side, you find Xiaojun taking a seat beside you, his knees knocking against yours. He offers a soft smile and a greeting, followed with a series of caring questions. "Are you okay? Have you eaten? Did you sleep well?" His genuine concern warms your heart.
"I did. I'm doing okay, Xiaojun, really." You reassure him, hoping he believes your words. You glance briefly at Hana, who gives you a knowing look and wiggles her eyebrows, hinting at something you try to downplay. You roll your eyes nonetheless, dropping your head to his shoulder, yawning and letting your eyes flutter shut but the loudness will make it impossible to nap.
Haerin cuts through the air, your attention shifting to her. "If you guys know where Jeno is and you're not telling me, then I'm seriously gonna cut and boil each and every one of your dicks. Starting with my boyfriend."
The threat hangs in the air, but Shotaro, ever charming, sweetly questions. "Shouldn't you know where your boyfriend is?" Shotaro asks sweetly, his dimples on full display. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he adjusted the beanie on his head, the thick layer of sleepiness evident in his voice. His charming smile and undeniable cuteness make you coo, prompting you to pinch his cheeks gently. Confusion flickers in his eyes as he wonders why everyone always showers him with affection when he feels he hasn't done much. However, the collective looks of endearment directed at him from all corners of the table convey the unspoken truthâhe's effortlessly lovable, no effort required.
"We all fucking know where he is. He's with Jaemin, and he has been with him ever since Yeeun did her shit and fucked him over like the heartless and selfish bitch that â anyways â Why the fuck are you acting like you donât know where Jeno is, Haerin, donât you guys tell each other everything?â Yangyang asserts, frustration evident in your words.
Hanaâs eyes light up. "You boys know! You know what's happened with Jaemin."
"Yes, we do, and we're not telling you. It's no one's business. Plus, you guys clearly already know; Jeno told Haerin, which means she told you.â Yangyang responds.
"Jeno hasn't told me!!!! Oh my god, how many times do I need to tell you guys?" Haerin exclaims, her voice raising and whining due to reaching full frustration.
"I'd be kinda worried if I was in a relationship and he didn't tell me everythingâ"
Haerin is a testament to defending her boyfriend even when she wants to cut his dick off. âHe tells me everything that I need to know, everything that concerns me and him. There's no secrets with that stuff. He just doesn't air out other people's business to me. My boyfriend is honest and fair. Plus, I'd never tell him anything personal about you guys. There have been so many times you guys have confided in me about something personal and private and promised me not to tell anyone, and I haven't. And I would never. Telling my boyfriend my close friends personal life isn't something I'd be proud about; it's disrespectful and crossing boundaries. We both have a mutual agreement to that. There are standards and expectations in our relationship."
Xiaojun nods, laughing out loud. âIf you know why he's not telling you, then why are you bothering us and trying to get the information from us?"
"Because I'm not perfect and I'm a nosy bitch, okay? Happy???? Plus, if I heard it from you guys rather than Jeno than heâd have nothing to feel guilty about and it would satisfy my craving to know everyoneâs shit.â Haerin exclaims dramatically, truthfully revealing her nosy intentions. Suddenly, she groans and loudly slams her head on the table, shedding real tears when she realizes one of her nails from her set has broken off.
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Later that night, the comfort of your own house embraces you after a long day of classes. You and the girls gather on the sofa, indulging in your favorite rom-coms, creating an overall cozy evening.
Haerin, as usual, is talking about Jeno. You can't find it in you to get annoyed; she loves him, and sharing her happiness is second nature. She excitedly recounts the details of one of the many expensive getaways he took her on.
"We went skinny dipping," she begins, "He fucked me in every corner of the cabin we were staying in. The kitchen, the lake, on a blanket outside by the lake, against the wall of our room â we actually broke the bed and had to pay extra for it."
"Oh, and we did it in the bathroom and the shower a lot. I remember he was balls deep inside of me, he had made me cum for the sixth time in a row, and we were both close to falling down and fainting. He was fucking my cum back into me then he told me he wanted to marry me be the father to my children. We didnât use protection for that entire day and he kept trying to fuck a baby into me. Thank God I didnât get pregnant. He was quite high at that time and although I wasnât, I was on my 6th orgasm. We were literally ready to be parents at that time⊠thatâs what good sex does to you.â
You and Hana widen your eyes at Haerin. She always shares stories about their very intense and loving sex life, sometimes she even shows you videos and photos, you never look at them the same way after hearing it all â especially Jeno. He's a freak
âYou guys are⊠on another level.â Hana laughs.
"You guys are the cutest." You smile for Haerin, masking the twinge of loneliness and heartache you feel. It's selfish, but seeing your best friend so happily loved up hurts, even if you're genuinely happy for her.
Haerin notices your silence and sends a sweet smile your way, patting your head and asking if you're okay. You can tell she feels a twinge of guilt, especially when she offers her way of making you feel happier.
"Let's get you with someone!" she claps her hands excitedly, trying to play matchmaker.
"Nooo," your hands make a crossing motion, but she won't listen. Once her mind is set on something, it's set.
"Yes!" Hana claps happily, and you huff when you realize you're outnumbered.
Haerin starts listing potential bachelors. "First of all, there's Donghyuck â hot and he knows it. A bit of a lost cause, but he's fearless and obviously good in bed! You're the opposite of him â more sensible and mindful, you can guide him in the right direction, like me and Jeno!"
You shake your head at that idea immediately. "He's high 95% of the time. He isn't serious. Plus, I heard he's got his eyes on that girl. What's her name again? She's the older sister of Jieun, used to be popular but now sheâs the typical rebel. She's kinda rude.â
Hana offers her batch of men. "Okay, then... Yangyang! He's cute, he's â"
"He's gay," You laugh as you watch her realise it. âHeâs gay and I donât know if he knows it yet.â
Haerin's eyes light up when she thinks she's found the man. "Mark's cute! Smart, nerdy, apparently has a big cock and is really good in bed. Plus, he's sweet, emotionally mature, and just recently broke up with his girlfriend â"
"He's in love with his best friend.â You mutter. Mark and his best friend have been attached to the hip since birth, and they're also in love. They're both just oblivious idiots, but somehow everyone around them knows.
âThereâs Xiaojun, heâs boyfriend material and he definitely wants to fuck you.â Hana nods to you, rolling her eyes when you shake your head at her amazing idea.
âHeâs sweet but heâs such a fuckboy⊠he wants to fuck everyone.â You respond, truly not wanting to get involved with a player. You stray far away. He was one of your closest friends and you did trust him with your life but that was emotionally. You knew his sexual side was another side to him that you quite simply didnât want to get involved with. It was unexpected how much he rolled around in the sheets. Plus, he was one of your best friends!
Hana scratches her neck and whispers to Haerin, "This is hard."
Haerin grits her teeth in pure frustration. "There are so many guys at âNeo Culture Technologyâ but at the same time, they're all either gross or unavailable."
"Who's left?" Heejin questions.
"There's Shotaro â but apparently, he's got a thing for that really hot Wonbin guy. There's Eric â but he's in love with Hana. There's Sunwoo â but he's in love with me. And I can't think of anyone else. There's Jeno, but if you touch him, I'll kill you," Haerin starts giving the rebuttals herself.
"Eric is not in love with me.â Hana tuts, shaking her head in denial.
âYeah and Jenoâs not in love with me.â Haerin rolls her eyes dramatically, speaking in a sarcastic tone, trying to emphasise how naive and oblivious Hana was.
"Also, Sunwoo's stopped trying to chase after you. Jeno scared him away forever." Hana laughs, but you widen your eyes in slight fear, remembering the night when Jeno put an end to Sunwoo's dreams of having Haerin permanently.
Haerin however dreamily closes her eyes at the memory. "My man."
"Wait, there is someone else. Jeno gave me this idea, and I didn't get it then, but I do now. It's Jae â"
Speaking of the devil, the atmosphere shifts as Jeno casually strolls in, exuding a magnetic presence. His confident gait and tousled hair give him an effortlessly cool appearance. His eyes, a warm and inviting shade, immediately soften as he reaches Haerin.
Greeting everyone with a charming smile, he seamlessly moves toward Haerin. The room becomes a canvas of love as he leans in to kiss her softly. Arms looped around each other, they share endearing whispers, lost to the outside world.
A bittersweet feeling washes over you as you witness their intimacy. Yet, the mood takes an unexpected turn as Haerin gasps, extricating herself from Jeno's embrace, adopting a dramatic stance.
"I'm supposed to be mad at you! You dick!!!!! Leave me again during sex and see what happens. You will have no dick." Haerin warns, forcefully putting on a pissed off voice and expression. You know this was her acting and being dramatic, She found it easier to melt into his arms rather than hold a grudge against him, you understood it. I mean, have you looked at Jeno?
You and Hana share an amused expression as the scene unfolds. Jeno's playful silence only serves to annoy Haerin more. She huffs at his smirking demeanor, her words stumbling initially but gaining clarity. "Can you tell this man that he can sleep outside tonight?" Her arms crossed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she faces you.
Nodding, you face Jeno. "Haerin said that you're not allowed to sleep with her tonight."
Jeno tuts, responding with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Can you tell Haerin that if that happens, then she'll come to me in the middle of the night and beg to ride my â"
Haerin cuts him off, shaking her head and narrowing her eyes. "Can you ask him why he's in my house?"
âHaerin asked why are you ââ
âY/N, shut up.â Jeno says seriously, warning you not to speak.
âHae, Iâm in your house because you gave me a key for our anniversary." He explains, his eyes soft as he reaches for Haerin's hand, attempting to make her melt into him but he widens his mouth when she doesnât take his hand like he expected her to.
"Baby." He whispers, his voice a soft and tender melody, likely to make her heart flutter. Despite the softness in his tone, she remains resolute, dodging his attempts to kiss her.
"Why are you mad?" He questions, shaking his head in confusion. Haerin persists with the silent treatment, prompting him to turn to you and Hana with a light-hearted chuckle.
"It's because she wanted you to shove your dick in her throat, but you left." You inform him with a nonchalant tone.
Jeno, with a determined look, works his magic on her. He gently takes Haerin's hand, and this time, she doesn't pull away. His smile, radiant and affectionate, speaks volumes, a sight capable of soothing any emotional ache. His eyes, dreamy and captivating, have the power to make anyone melt.
His voice drops to a low whisper as he utters sweet promises into her ear. "I'll make it up to you, all night long.â He vows, kissing the sides of her cheeks. A low moan escapes Haerin's lips, catching you by surprise. Was she that horny?
You and Hana turn to each other with wide eyes when you hear intense smooching noises and passionate sighs and moans. You take that as your cue to leave.
You walk back in 2 hours later, and theyâre still making love on the sofa. You turn to Hana with a playful smirk, congratulating yourself internally when she pays up. You bet that it would take Haerin less than a day to let go of her grudge, and it did.
âI didnât think sheâd give in so easily.â Hana sighs, defeated, giving you the money with a frown.
âShe always does with him.â You respond.
âI would too.â Hana smiles. The two of you turn to each other with a playful smirk. âI mean, have you seen the way he manhandles her? Have you seen his cock?â
âUnfortunately.â You mumble.
âIt wasnât unfortunate for me.â Hana bites her lips and sighs dreamily.
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The morning air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of Jeno's pancakes, a comforting scent that wafts through the entire house. Sighing in relief, you're grateful that it's Jeno preparing breakfast, saving you from the potential culinary disasters that Haerin or Hana might unleash.
The lively chatter in the kitchen reaches your ears before you step in. "I will put the two of you on a sex ban!" Hana warns, yawning as she has another night of insomnia to add to her list.
Chuckling, you enter unnoticed, preferring to remain a subtle presence in the background. You stroll in with a laugh, savoring the fact that they're oblivious to your entrance. Being the subtle presence in the background suits you well â thereâs no need to draw attention to yourself; it's just the way you like it.
Jeno, however, breaks the pattern and spots you immediately. You smile when you see Haerin attached to his back, arms around him as he cooks up.
He turns around, flashing a grin and offering a nod. "Good morning, princess. Finally got up?" His tone drips with playful mockery for no apparent reason.
You respond casually, "I've actually been up all night, thanks to two particular people rolling around in the sheets."
âIt was actually against the wall, on the floor, in the shower, in my car, on the sofa, on her chair and against her desk. I had her arched against the kitchen countertop too. We did it in the bed the least.â Jeno sighs, nonchalantly reminiscing about his night of passion with his girl, leaning down and kissing her on the head, slapping her ass and keeping his hands there, squeezing every now and then.
âFucking hell. All that in one night?â Hana questions, wondering how thatâs even possible.
âAs if thatâs the most theyâve done.â You laugh.
Haerin passionately complains, "You guys are complaining, but I didnât get any sleep either! He had to carry me downstairs and I can barely feel my thighs, I donât know how Iâm standing up right now. Iâve woken up with a hundred bruises on my body because of this manâ
"Babe." Jeno swiftly interrupts, shaking his head at how it sounds.
"We get it. He's a rough lover.â Hana responds, pleading with her hands and begging Haerin not to share more of her intimate stories with him.
Jeno prods his tongue against his cheek. "Loving and passionate is how I like to say it.â He corrects Hana with an affectionate smile.
You smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding before you. In moments like this, the pain in your heart doesnât attack you so brutally. Jenoâs in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast for everyone, and, as per usual, Haerin is attached by his side.
Meanwhile, Hana and Jeno engage in a playful bicker about the correct way to make pancakes (though youâd never admit it to Hana, you secretly prefer Jenoâs pancakes by far). Jeno then presents you with a plate stacked high with beautiful pancakes, adorned with your favorite syrups and fruits.
âJust the way you like it.â He says, and your mouth waters at the enticing sight.
âYou better finish every last bite or else.â Jeno playfully warns, adopting a protective brotherly tone. Itâs a side of him that has emerged over time. He was there when Hyunjin dumped you, he saw the state you was in, he saw how detrimental your health became, how you were neglecting meals. He witnessed he toll it took on your well-being. His increased care and protection over you hasnât gone unnoticed.
Now, youâre surrounded by people who genuinely care about you, youâve come a long way from those difficult days. Despite the strides you've made, the battle persists. The grip of your drinking habits remains firm, and solitary hours in the dark persist. Yet, amidst the struggle, there's a genuine improvement. You compel yourself to believe in the progress, even though the vulnerability still lingers. The fear persists; one trigger, one misstep, and the possibility of crumbling back to the depths looms.
They flash warm smiles your way while you savor your meal. Surprisingly, they haven't even started on their own food.
"You're all weird." you quip, narrowing your eyes as you playfully lock gazes with them, your cold expression meeting their endearing ones.
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Jeno is casually perched on the countertop, methodically dipping his sushi into a pool of spicy mayo before guiding the chopsticks to his lips. The furrow of his brow reveals his deep focus on the phone in his hand, typing away with practiced ease. Just as he's about to indulge in a bite, he abruptly halts, raising an eyebrow as his gaze shifts to you three girls.
The widening of his eyes is evident as you initiate a circling formation, youâre a trio of inquisitive troublemakers, with a determination to unearth the mystery about Jaemin that he's hiding. Despite Jeno's clear reluctance to spill about Jaemin and his ex, you girls, fueled by curiosity, launch an attempt to pry the information loose. Hey, nobody's perfect. Youâre all nosy!
A palpable sense of fear colors Jeno's demeanor as the three of you unite your efforts. Questions barrage him, but he remains resolute, shaking his head with a firm "no" and countering every inquiry with a blunt and direct response. "All of you, stop it. If I said I'm not telling you what happened, that means exactly that."
In the face of Jeno's unwavering stance, Haerin's frown deepens, and yet, Jeno's expression softens, he swiftly pulls her onto his lap with one arm and feeding her the sushi on his chopsticks, kissing her cheek softly. "Look, it's not my place to tell you personal things regarding Jae. It's not my story or my heartbreak. As much as I'd love to spill the tea about what a selfish and heartless bitch that Yeeun isâ"
âYeeun is so sweet, though.â You cut him off, a hint of disbelief in your voice as you register the language heâs using. His expression shifts abruptly, turning hard and cold almost instantly.
âYouâd think.â He laughs, but the disdain in his face tells a different story. He despises her, a revelation that catches you off guard, considering she was his best friendâs girlfriend for the longest time.
Jang Yeeun, a girl in the year above, is a vision of beauty that triggers a twinge of envy within you. Whenever you catch sight of her on campus, itâs as if she belongs in a magazine. Her smile, breathtaking and radiant, could light up any room. Her blonde hair, so luminous and silky, seems to catch the sunlight in a way that leaves you in awe. Itâs no wonder sheâs popular â sweet and undeniably attractive. Sheâs always smiling and she radiates such a brightness.
Jeno's annoyance intensifies, a scowl etching across his face. His cheeks flush with frustration, and his eyes darken with a mixture of irritation and discomfort. The tension is palpable as he digs his nails into his palm, a physical manifestation of his inward turmoil.
Observing Jeno's visible agitation, Haerin, perceptive and caring, notices the telltale signs. She reaches out, gently rubbing his cheek with her thumb, and in a gesture filled with intimacy, she plants a soft kiss on his lips. Concerned, she mumbles. âYou okay, my love?â
He responds with a whispered assurance that he's fine, urging her not to worry. His lips find their way to her forehead in a tender kiss, a silent expression of gratitude for her understanding. âI love you.â He whispers against her forehead.
"I just don't wanna talk about Yeeun.â He mutters, the words escaping in a low murmur that carries the weight of unspoken emotions. The intimacy of the moment contrasts with the underlying frustration, creating a complex interplay of feelings within the scene.
Jeno, quick to change the subject, does anything to help the anger in his heart pass. "Anyways, you three are invited to my party. I'm throwing it for Jaemin."
Immediate reactions unveil the distinct personality differences among you and your friends. Hana nods enthusiastically, fully on board with the party vibe â much like Jeno, she loves getting high and wasted, finding joy in nights where memories are non-existent.
Haerin, on the other hand, frowns, turning to face her boyfriend and shaking her head. "Another party?" She questions, her preference leaning towards cozy movie nights, cuddling Jeno, and ordering takeaway. The contrast between her and Jeno is striking, making you ponder how these opposites found each other.
Your reaction remains impartial, but confusion is quick to find a voice. "Huh?" You question, expressing your bewilderment at his idea. "Isnât he currently heartbroken and struggling to get through each day? You think a party is the solution?" Your words hang in the air, a reflection of your practical and contemplative nature compared to the contrasting preferences of your friends.
"Shut up.â Jeno shoots his eyes in your direction, a clear signal for your voice to be silenced.
Haerinâs eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. Seriously? Sheâs turned on right now?
"My man needs some pussy.â The crude statement hangs in the air, and you huff as you realize the reasoning for the party. Of course, people always hook up at Jeno's parties, and it gives him immense pride â he loves being the matchmaker and now he wants his best friend to have rebound sex.
"That's really notâ" You begin, only to be shushed by Jeno.
"You're throwing the party for that?" You inquire, a mix of disbelief and amusement coloring your voice. âCanât you just set him on a blind date or something?â
"Yeah.â Jeno responds simply, a sly smirk playing on his face as he crosses his arms defensively. His eyes light up with humour as he senses your scepticism. He laughs. âJaemin and blind date? Do you even know him? Heâll never show up to that shit.â
"He's gonna hate the party.â You laugh, anticipating Jaemin's reaction. âIf he wonât turn up to a date then you think heâll turn up to a party?â
Jeno, however, gets defensive, a sly smirk still playing on his face as he challenges you. "Suddenly, you know him better than me?" His voice carries an edge, a playful challenge.
When you don't respond, the tension deepens. "Oh, I get it." he continues, his tone implying that whatever he says next won't be pleasant. "You're jealous. You don't think there's any point in throwing him a party because you're here?"
The accusation hangs in the air as he pushes further, daring to ask, "You want him? You wanna fuck him?"
"Fuck off, Jeno." You assert, shaking your head in frustration at his relentless words. He was a pain in the ass.
He continues, pushing his blunt perspective. "It makes sense. Hyunjin dumped you, and then Yeeun tore Jaemin's heart out of his chest with her tacky and disgusting spider fingers and then stepped on itâanyways, you both need good rebound sex. It's better than moping around, crying in the sheets all day when you could be getting your bones jumped in the sheets."
You cut Jeno off, your voice raised in defensiveness. "You don't know what I need." You mutter, defensive goosebumps rising on your arms at the harsh yet uncomfortably true nature of his words.
He shrugs. "Just trying to help. Maybe you should fuck Jaemin; he's really good in bed."
"Maybe you should fuck off, Jeno." You retort, rolling your eyes at his audacity.
Haerin begins scolding Jeno for his behavior as if you weren't there. "Don't talk to her about him. She's still dealing with the heartbreak. How will she fuck Jaemin so easily if all she wants is Hyunjin?" Their words sting, leaving you feeling unsettled. Is this how your friends see you â as weak and fragile?
However, Jeno's honest words bring slight comfort. "He's a fucking idiot, and I want to talk about it. There's no point not talking about what happened, bottling it up and not communicating will just fuck everyone's heads even more. He's not some sacred God whose name shouldn't be spoken; he's the opposite, he's a fucking dickhead. If I see him again, I'll punch him like I did that one time when he was making out with that girl in front of you. He's a cunt, and I'll help you kill him."
"Thanks, Jen." You say, a genuine smile breaking through. Gratitude washes over you â at least someone gets it. He returns your gratitude with an understanding smile, providing a flicker of solace in the midst of emotional turmoil.
Jeno, the master of redirection, skillfully changes the subject. You sigh in relief when the conversation finally shifts away from your heartbreak. He turns to Haerin, locking eyes with hers. "You're coming to the party, and I don't want to hear no."
Haerin huffs, her face dropping â she's not a fan of parties, a sentiment she doesn't hesitate to show.
Without giving a direct response, Haerin's silence prompts Jeno to poke further. "If you don't come, then no sex for a week. He threatens, adding a playful edge to his attempt to convince her.
âYou think youâre the one who proposes sex band in this relationship?â She questions, eyes a siren as her voice deepens. It was true, she had Jeno wrapped around her little finger.
"Why do you want me to come so bad?" She asks, curious about his motives.
"Because don't I deserve to get laid like Jae?" Jeno says with a smirk. "I'll only have fun if you're there." You can't help but roll your eyes at his cheeky remark, fully aware of his regular romantic encounters towards her.
You observe as Jeno leans in, whispering sweet words into Haerin's ear. Whatever he says seems to work like a charm. "Fineeee. I'll come but only for you," Haerin relents, a playful smile crossing her lips as she succumbs to Jeno's persuasive tactics.
You observe them closely, a genuine smile gracing your face as they share a sweet and joy-filled kiss. Their cute smiles and the affectionate atmosphere only contribute to the happiness you feel while witnessing the scene. âHeâs probably gonna fill the tables with your favourite wine.â Hana playfully predicts.
Later that night, in a hushed tone, Jeno whispers to you, revisiting the topic from earlier, "You know I was joking around earlier, but I do really think it's a good idea if you move on and fuck Jaem."
"I don't want that or need it." You mumble in frustration. "Sex isn't the solution to every problem."
"Yeah, it is." Jeno interjects with a confident nod and a smirk.
You roll your eyes. "You're just obsessed with getting your dick wet. You think fucking solves every problem."
âIn Haerinâs pussy, to be exact. Iâm obsessed with getting my dick wet in her pussy.â
Haerin, who has been silently observing the conversation, tuts and playfully hits Jeno on the head. "Stop acting like that. You know when we argue, first of all, we talk about it, explain ourselves, and communicate our emotions, and then we have the best sex of our lives." She scolds him.
Jeno only smiles, not responding to Haerin. Instead, he turns to you with a smirk. "You should think about what I said though. It's a good idea."
"It's so random. I mean, I've never spoken to Jaemin once." You express, noting the mystery and introverted nature of Jaemin, someone you've only exchanged nods and smiles with.
He was a complete stranger to you, shrouded in an air of mystery and introversion. Your interactions had likely been limited to nods and smiles. He didn't go out of his way to engage with people, preferring to keep his circle small and interactions to a minimum, only when necessary. However, you couldn't help but wonder why a connection never formed between the two of you. He seemed to be on good terms with everyone else in the groupâJeno, Haerin, Hana, Eric, Mark, Yangyang, Xiaojun. It left you questioning the unspoken distance between you and him.
Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when Jeno turns serious, looking at you with empathy. He shares a revelation that sends a shock through you, "It's not really that random. Apparently, Hyunjin's sleeping with Yeeun." He whispers, offering a sweet smile while Haerin rubs your back, looking at you with caution.
Your throat dries, and your vision blurs at the news. You force the words out, "Ohâhowâhow did you find out?" The stutter in your voice betrays your attempt to sound unaffected.
He doesn't answer directly, a regretful expression crossing his face. You're grateful he shared the information, knowing it's better to be aware than blindsided by the painful truth later.
"Y/Nâ" Haerin begins, concerned, but you cut her off, pretending not to care.
"I'm fine." You mumble, excusing yourself to the bathroom. Once there, the façade crumbles. The scene unfolds with you crying, water splashing on your face, your hands feeling foreign. Your heart falters, dizziness and sickness overwhelming you. Your head shakes violently as you hope for an end to this torment. As long as your heart beats for Hyunjin, someone who betrayed you, you fear being broken forever.
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You girls got ready in preparation for the party ahead. The bond you and your girls shared made getting ready together a cherished ritual, a source of laughter, and a confidence boost when you needed it the most.
Haerin took charge of your hair, her skilled hands transforming it into a sleek, silky cascade. The soft hum of the straightener filled the room as she worked her magic, creating a look that exuded confidence. Hana couldn't help but gush about the result.
The encouragement from your girls always provided a much-needed confidence boost, especially in those moments when it mattered most. "You look so beautiful and hot!!! If youâre not in someoneâs bed tonight then Iâm gonna get you in mine.â Hana exclaimed, her words laced with genuine admiration.
âLetâs do it.â You turn around and wink at her, giggling when she leans down to kiss your cheek.
With your hair done, the focus shifted to Hana, and you eagerly joined in to help with her makeup. You concentrated as you applied eyeshadow to her eyes, a black smokey shadow look that complemented her features flawlessly. You paired it with a red lip. She looked hot. She beamed at the mirror, hugging you tightly and smooching your head once again, clearly satisfied with the look, you canât find it in you to be mad at the lipstick that stains your hair.
You then turn your attention to Haerin's outfit choice. You couldnât believe how slutty yet elegant her wardrobe was, it was truly a mix of the extremes. She had the tiniest of skirts that barely covered her ass cheeks but then she also had elegant and pretty long dresses, you guess she wore whatever she felt like on the day.
After a moment of contemplation, Hana and you helped her decide on a pretty pink mini dress that will catch everyone's eye. You tie her necklace around her neck, giving her an array of bracelets and rings to accentuate the look. As Haerin slipped into the dress, a hint of uncertainty crossed her face.
"Can you see my ass cheeks through it?" Haerin whispered, turning around and tilting her head towards the mirror, attempting to gauge the view.
"Yeah.â You chuckled, admiring the hot pink lace thong peeking through the thin seams of the tight dress, "but you look incredibly sexy, Haerin."
Haerin's face lit up with a shy smirk at the compliment. "I'm not gonna change it. Jeno loves this thong so much.â She shared mischievously, "Itâs my way of getting him to take me home as early as possible and to get out of this party."
You watch with a laugh when she tries to take a mirror selfie with her ass in the camera lense, Hana silently takes her phone from her hands and assists her, not being able to watch as she struggles, the two of you sharing an amused look when Haerin starts texting away on the phone, blushing when she shows you the texts.
haerin - [photo attachment of her ass cheeks]
haerin - what iâm wearing tonight baby :)
jeno - itâs see through?
jeno - you know my hands will be on your ass the entire night?
haerin - iâll be disappointed if they werenât :(
jeno - you know iâm just gonna rip that off you?
haerin - thatâs why iâm wearing it
jeno - you just wanna get out of the party as soon as possible, donât you?
jeno - funny of you to think that iâll take you someplace private to fuck you when you know that iâm more likely to let the whole party hear you moaning my name
jeno - anyways do you need me to pick you up beautiful
haerin - no baby hanaâs taking us
haerin - see u soon <3
Moments later, the trio of you made your way to Jeno's house. The house exterior exudes sophistication, with sleek lines and expansive windows that hinted at the luxury within. Upon entering, the richness of the house enveloped you.
Immediately, an electric atmosphere pulsated through the air. The party was in full swing, as expected from the notorious extravert and party thrower. The space was alive with a sea of people â some familiar faces from campus, others unknown.
The place was packed, almost bursting at the seams with laughter, chatter, and the rhythmic beats of thumping music that reverberated through the walls. It was a sensory overload The air was thick with the lingering fragrance of smoke and other substances.
Amidst the crowd, Jeno navigated his way through effortlessly, exchanging smiles, nods, and handshakes with friends and acquaintances alike. It was clear â everyone knew Jeno, and Jeno knew everyone.
Jeno quickly spots you, his already dilated pupils widening further. Haerin immediately becomes the focus of his attention and they share a greeting that evolves into an affectionate embrace. He lifts her up, her legs wrapping his waist and his hands find her ass cheeks immediately, his grip tight and firm. As sucking face noises fill the air, leaving you to awkwardly glance around.
Sensing your discomfort, Hana finds you, squeezing your hand to guide you away. However, you unexpectedly bump into familiar faces, and your face lights up with genuine joy. "Yeonjun!!" and "Soobin!!" escape your lips as you greet them, hugging both with grins that reflect the warmth of your reunion. The genuine happiness in their eyes mirrors your own, and you've genuinely missed having them around. They seem happier than ever, forming a couple that could rival Haerin and Jeno.
In the past, Yeonjun was your fourth roommate, and Soobin was always a constant presence. Now, you feel proud seeing them take the next step in their relationship, having moved in together. Their new flat stands as a beautiful testament to their love. Yeonjun is about to drag you somewhere; however, your escape is interrupted by the arrival of the troublesome trioâRenjun, Xiaojun, and Yangyang. They greet you with hugs, but mischievous glints in their eyes make you prepare yourself. Theyâre a pain in your ass before they even speak up
âThereâs no fucking way you actually came.â Renjun exclaims, speaking louder than he needs to, each word marked by his intoxication.
Xiaojun was your sweetheart. âYou look beautiful.â He kissed your cheek, his sweet words causing flutters in your heart as you smiled up at him with gratitude . You wrap your arms tightly around him as he whispers in your ear. âMissed you.â
âNever thought Iâd see the day where you stopped moping around, crying in bed, and actually got off your ass to have some fun!!â Yangyang adds, heâs the only one whoâll be honest and upfront with you, his tone blunt which can come across as mean.
You force a smile, concealing the sadness that lingers within. Despite understanding that he intended for his words to be harmless, there's a lingering ache that suggests your friends might still perceive you as fragile. So what if you weren't in the mood for a wild party? You didn't find solace in the bottom of a bottle or in the haze of substances to cope with heartbreak. And yet, here you are, navigating the sea of unfamiliar faces and the thumping beats that echo the sentiment of your own muted heart.
A tender ache fills your heart. Haerin is like you, shy and reserved, yet the difference lies in the way her vulnerability seems to be guarded by an unspoken shield. You've noticed the whispers that never reach her, the kindness that eludes her gaze, and you can't help but feel a twinge of envy.
In the soft glow of the room, Haerin rests in the secure embrace of Jeno. Their eyes lock, unspoken words passing between them. Their smiles radiate a genuine warmth, an intimacy only for them. In this moment, you realise the unspoken truth â no one targets Haerin. She carries an invisible shield, woven from the threads of love and protection that Jeno provides.
A melancholic frown plays on your lips as you question silently: will you ever find an embrace like theirs again? One where vulnerability is met with understanding, and the world's harshness is softened by the warmth of love. It's a yearning that echoes in the quiet spaces of your soul, a desire for a connection that feels as secure and enveloping as the one you witness.
Parties are overwhelming for you, with their throbbing beats and lively chatter; however, the free alcohol makes it worth it. The liquid courage momentarily hushes the heartbreak and pain, providing an illusion of security in a world that often feels too tumultuous to navigate.
Amidst the pulsating music and vibrant chaos of the party, you find solace in the repetitive ritual of downing drink after drink. The fiery liquid drowns down your throat, leaving a burning trail that momentarily numbs out the whirlwind of emotions within. In the midst of the swirling lights and distant laughter, the free-flowing alcohol becomes the singular silver lining, the only solace you seek in the crowded abyss.
With each sip, you sink into the familiar embrace of intoxication, a sanctuary where vulnerability is masked. The glass in your hand transforms into a shield, shielding you from the prying eyes and unwelcome questions that linger in the shadows. It's a ritual, a coping mechanism that had recently become ingrained in the fabric of your existence, a way to drown out the dissonance of emotions echoing within.
The sensation of getting high and drunk becomes a substitute for the unspoken emotions that remain buried deep within. It's a fleeting escape, a momentary reprieve, where the clinking of glasses and the hum of the crowd momentarily drowns out the echoes of your own struggles. In this sea of temporary numbness, the allure of the next drink beckons, promising a brief sanctuary from the storm within.
You settle onto Xiaojun's lap, feeling the warmth and comfort of the familiar position, both legs on either side. A giddy smile plays on your lips, thinking nothing of it â you always do this was him, it was just another moment of closeness between you two. You were both always touchy and you thought nothing too much of it, it was natural, you assume he thought the same.
Little do you know, your presence on his lap subtly transforms his entire demeanour, leaving him momentarily speechless. You tut and shake your head when you feel his hardness prod against your thigh, a teasing comment escaping your lips. "Really?"
Heâs shrugs. "Not the first time youâve made me hard and not the last." He murmurs, his eyes dark as he rubs his clothed cock against you and you jab his arm. His eyes turn soft as he looks at you. Unbeknownst to you.
You find sanctuary on Xiaojunâs lap, observing the party unfold around you. Mark and his best friend catch your eye, seeming unusually close as they dance with whispered words and foreheads pressed together. Your eyes widen in surprise when you witness Yangyang, Soobin, and Yeonjun engaged in a three-way kiss. Maybe Yangyang has embraced his sexuality, or perhaps he always knew. Your gaze shifts to Haerin and Jeno, on the sofa, trying to conceal that sheâs riding his cock but theyâre not fooling you. Theyâre entwined in each other's arms, lost in their own world of affection. Then Donghyuck, looking incredibly close with someone you didnât realise and you wonder, has he finally found the girl thatâs grounded the wildness inside? You lean back against him with a grin, the familiar ritual of the hot alcohol burning down your throat as you observe everyone.
He lets out a weary sigh as you down another drink, the overpowering scent of alcohol swirling around him, momentarily drowning his senses in an intoxicating haze. "Instead of drinking, you can always just talk to me.â He suggests, concern etched in his voice. "I always tell you, I'm here for you." Xiaojun leans in to kiss your forehead, his gaze holding a mix of care and understanding.
Feeling a twinge of guilt, you shake your head, eager to change the topic. "Let's dance!" You exclaim, trying to lighten the mood. Xiaojun sighs, having just become comfortable with his hands gripping your thighs. He enjoys being in your presence, away from the busyness and loudness, and reluctantly agrees to join you on the dance floor.
You tossed expectations aside, party you did. You cheer at the top of your lungs, dancing close to Shotaro and Eric, the whole group surrendering to the music. Your arms flung up, and you let loose in the wild rhythm of the night.
The beats were relentless, matching the reckless abandon as you downed drink after drink, head held high in the haze of the party. You donât realise how hot you look when you allow yourself to have fun. Drunk on both the music and the drugs, you remained blissfully unaware of eyes following you like a shadow â he wants you.
The lightheadedness sets in, and you can already sense the impending headache that will haunt you tomorrow. Later in the evening, you find yourself inches away from Xiaojun's lips, dancing with closeness, Let loose. Jeno's words echo in your mind â maybe he was right, and you do need a rebound.
Let loose. You glance over to see Eric and Hana taking their passion to the sofa, dry humping in the midst of an intense makeout session. Their uninhibited display stirs a desire in you to embrace the same level of outgoing freedom. Hana finally gave in to Ericâs want of her.
Let loose. You trust Xiaojun, one of your closest friends, you know he won't push it further; you're not ready for that, and he's aware. He knows that youâre only looking to rebound and have a good time. you know he knows. At first you was sceptical, heâs a fuckboy but that means heâs not serious and isnât looking for any commitment, just what you need.
Your emotions are fucked, Hyunjin still has a control on you. You miss him, you want to see him, you want to forget about him, all you want is him. Longing to forget, you desperately wish the grip he has on your heart would release. Xiaojun, smiling and wasted, nods. Youâre both on the brink of closing your eyes, ready to lean in but he's like a magnet, drawing your gaze into the distance. You see Hyunjin, the truth unfolds before you. The man who still holds your heart with his tongue shoved down someone else's throat.
Everything comes crashing down, the raw reality hitting you like a tidal wave. The reckless escape you sought in the party, the dance, the drinks â it all pales in comparison to the harsh truth that pierces through the night. The man you once shared an intimate connection with is now lost in someone else's embrace, and the weight of that realisation hangs heavy in the tumult of emotions.
Jeno was rightâ the lucky girl was Yeeun, Jaemin's ex. As you caught sight of her, envy gnawed at you like a persistent ache. Yeeun, with her radiant blonde hair, possessed a beauty that felt enchanting, almost ethereal. Her presence seemed to cast a captivating spell, leaving you mesmerised yet resentful.
Her blonde locks framed a face that radiated an undeniable allure, making every movement she made seem effortless and captivating. The air around her seemed to shimmer with a certain grace, intensifying the envy that gripped you. In her presence, you couldn't help but feel like an observer to a scene where she effortlessly stole the spotlight.
Time halts, and you find yourself frozen in the moment. Desperation takes hold as you bite your tongue with a force that rivals the pain in your heart, attempting to stifle the sobs threatening to escape. Despite your efforts, tears stream down uncontrollably. Suddenly youâre sober again; the drinks no longer provide an escape, instead it works to intensify the emotions, making everything a hundred times more poignant.
In an abrupt decision, you make a swift exit. Xiaojun, sensing your drop in happiness, attempts to follow, but you halt him with a silent plea. Youâre grateful that heâs not sober or else heâd follow you.
The feeling of invisibility intensifies â no one pays attention to your breakdown. It's not a plea for attention, but in these moments, it seems like you're navigating this emotional storm alone. Hyunjin remains oblivious.
Navigating through the crowd, you find solace in an empty room. As the door closes behind you, a switch flips within. The facade crumbles, and you break down in a way you haven't allowed yourself to before.
Take a moment to collect yourself, leaving the room with the unsettling realization that going home might be the best option. The desire to avoid running into anyone on your way out is fueled by a doubt that anyone would even notice your departure. You donât stand out. No one notices when youâre not there.
As you move through the hallway, your eyebrows rise at the unmistakable sounds echoing through the seemingly thin walls â loud moans, skin slapping against skin, the headboard banging, and the unmistakable noises of passion emanating from not one but two rooms.
This is Jeno's house, a place you've visited before. You can easily discern that one of the passionate pairs comprises Jeno and Haerin, obviously now in the comfort of closed walls. Unfortunately, you're all too familiar with the unique way they express themselves when they fuck, given Jeno's frequent nights spent at your house.
You hear Haerin's unrestrained cries of âdaddyâ at the top of her lungs, audible every minute. Your eyes widen, sheâs genuinely calls him that more than his actual name âJeno.â The absence of any attempt to mask the sounds with music speaks volumes about their boldness. To your surprise, the door is left slightly open, revealing an audacious lack of secrecy, these freaks want people to watch and hear. Your didnât want to look but you glanced before you even thought about it. You nearly choke at the way he has her body bent under him. How the fuck can a human body move in that way?
The sounds from the other room trigger a quick realisation â it has to be Na Jaemin. After all, this is his house too; he shares it with Jeno. Recalling that the party was intended for Jaemin to find rebound sex and move on, you acknowledge Jeno's fair play in orchestrating a night where Jaemin seems to be thoroughly enjoying his time.
The stark difference in the way both couples fuck becomes unmistakable. Haerin and Jeno, unapologetically basking in their love, make no effort to conceal themselves, fucking openly for anyone to see and hear. On the other hand, Jaemin and his mystery girl attempt to be more calculated, trying to mask their moans with loud music but it doesnât work. It seems like youâre witnessing an unintended competition of who can emit louder moans (itâs Jeno).
Before you spot Jaemin, his voice reaches your ears, introducing you to a side of him you never expected. This is not the same introverted, quiet guy who usually utters no more than three words in a conversation or lingers silently in the background, fading into all the buzz. His words, unexpectedly crude and filthy, pierce through the air.
"Scream my name then, go on."
"You didn't say please?"
"Such a tight cunt."
"So wet for me."
His voice, low and deep, transforms his entire persona, a sultry air that causes a rush of heat surges to your cheeks, and you find yourself blushing uncontrollably. You squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesnât make sense but also makes so much sense. It's a revelation, leaving you grappling with the realization that this is the same guy you thought you had figured out â a quiet introvert who has now revealed a whole different side of himself in the throes of passion.
As you prepare to leave, shaking your head at how distracted you became, your steps halt when Jaemin's bedroom door swings open right in front of you. The initial sight that catches your attention is how heâs practically naked, the only thing he has on is tight boxers and youâre wondering, why are you unable to tear you gaze from the sight? You also notice the multitude of hickies adorning his skin, he has cum all over his body.
His heavy breathing and a glazed look in his eyes suggest he's not fully present, as if dwelling in another realm. There's a palpable sense of disorientation, a dizziness that separates him from the pulsating beat within his own chest. Jaemin appears not just physically spent but emotionally detached, lost in a world beyond the immediate surroundings.
His features strike a harmonious balance between softness and sharpness, creating a visage that is both captivating and alluring. His dark, tousled hair adds a touch of casual charm to the overall allure.
Yet, what intrigues you most are his eyesâdeep and penetrating, yet tinged with an emptiness. Despite recent intimate engagements, the light seems to have eluded his gaze, introducing a layer of complexity that adds to the enigma surrounding him.
This is a side of him you never expected to seeâitâs almost like itâs not him. The eyes you're looking at reveal a detached and broken person, so out of it that he doesnât even see or notice you at first.
As your gaze shifts downward, his toned chest, sculpted abs, and peaks make your mouth water. His physique is undeniably attractive and hot, creating a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil reflected in his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice crashes into the moment, causing you to snap back to reality. The sudden sharpness catches you off guard; his tone is darker, more blunt than you ever expected.
"The party's downstairs. I swear to God, I told Jeno not to let anyone come upstairsâ"
You attempt to respond, but your throat feels dry and stuck, leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you can collect your thoughts, Jaemin takes the lead.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" His voice softens instantly, concern washing over his face as he furrows his brows, carefully assessing your expression.
"Iâyeah, I'm fine," you lie, the words escaping through gritted teeth.
Jaemin shakes his head, skepticism evident. "Obviously not true."
He shakes his head slowly, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment. "How much have you had to drink? You look a mess.â He admits with blunt honesty, his perceptive eyes seeing through the facade you try to maintain. He studies your flushed cheeks, the slight unsteadiness in your movements, the glaze over your eyes. the rosy tint of your complexion and the way your words occasionally stumble.
A gulp is your only response as you glance at your reflection in one of the mirrors against the wall. The sight is a disheveled messâsmudged makeup, tears still streaming down your cheeks. The emotional toll and crying have become so familiar that they seem like your default state. You only now realize that you're still crying.
"IâI'm sorry.â You mumble, the words coming out pathetically, struggling to find your voice.
Jaemin's eyes soften, and he offers you a sweet smile, twisting something inside you. You can't help but wonder why he's being so kind.
"What are you sorry for?" He chuckles.
"Is it Hyunjin?" He asks, his voice low and whispered, a hint of caution present as if he's mindful about uttering that name around you.
Jaemin stands there, visibly awkward, scratching his neck and desperately searching for a lifeline to rescue him from the situation. His eyes dart around, unsure of how to navigate the emotional turbulence around you. He subtly rolls his eyes in the direction of Jenoâs room, they were still fucking.
In a fumbling attempt to offer some comfort, Jaemin starts a motion, perhaps to retrieve a tissue from his pocket. Then, the realization hits himâhere he is, practically standing naked in front of you adorned with hickies and remnants of cum. His eyes widen in a mix of surprise and embarrassment, but you shake your head reassuringly. "It's not a big deal."
Your gentle voice acts as a balm, stirring something within him. His eyes lock onto yours, and in that unspoken exchange, there's a shared understanding. Jaemin's thumb delicately grazes underneath your eyes, wiping away the tears from your delicate skin.
"Fuck Hyunjin.â He whispers, his voice soft and tender yet carrying a sharp edge of hurt and anger on your behalf. You nod in response, a genuine smile naturally forming on your lips. In that moment, as Jaemin expresses both solidarity and indignation, you feel an unexpected sense of settlement.
What is it about Na Jaemin? Youâre left pondering, did he even know your name? This is someone who you never expected to be so kind and respectful to you, youâve heard endless stories about how heâs quiet and doesnât talk but youâre seeing a whole different side.
He continues wiping away your tears, and you can't believe you're still crying. The weight of vulnerability starts to lift, making room for a mix of bitterness and a twinge of sadness in your voice as you mumble, "Our exes are fucking."
You wonder if Jaemin already knew, as he doesn't react with sadness or shock. Instead, his facial expression remains void and unchanged. You can't help but envy how he maintains such control over his emotions. All the times youâve seen him, heâs had one expression on his face, nonchalant and unbothered.
âHow are you not reacting?â You cry out more than you wanted to, perplexed as to how he has such a tight control on his emotions. You envy it, you wish you could be like him.
âCome with me.â A surprised gaze lingers in your eyes as his suggestion hangs in the air. He nods towards his room, and you can't help but feel a flush of red creep onto your cheeks. The first thought that leaps into your mind raises questions â does he want to sleep with you? It seems plausible, given the fact he had just been fucking and that this party was thrown to help him find a rebound. What if he sees you as another opportunity?
"I donât wanna fuck you.â You whisper back, the words leaving your lips with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.
Jaemin shakes his head, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he contemplates the notion that you believed he was suggesting something more explicit. "I didnât say that was going to happen. Do you want that to happen?" He teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilts his head, awaiting your reaction. However, you evade giving him a response, breaking eye contact.
"I should be getting home anyway.â You mention, attempting to steer the conversation away.
"How are you gonna get there?" he probes further.
"Hana said sheâll take us, if not then Jeno â" you begin, but he cuts you off with a knowing smirk.
"Hana is shit-faced high downstairs and fucking Eric on the sofa and we can still hear Haerin screaming 'daddy,' so obviously Jeno's busy." He interjects.
"Then Iâll just walk home." You assert.
"Itâs 1 am." He points out. âDo you know how dangerous the street are at this time?â
"Itâs 10 minutes away.â You counter.
âJust come into my room.â He suggests with a confident assurance, the conversation steering in a way you didnât expect. The straightforwardness catches you off guard.
"Just trust me.â He murmurs, his words something you're willing to trust. Weakness washes over you, you donât have anything else to lean on. The prospect of going home in isolation, with only your broken heart and the lingering drink in your hand as companions, feels unbearable.
Without much contemplation, you nod, surrendering to the solace he seems to offer in the unknown. âOk.â You mumble, your response sealed with a hint of anticipation.
Jaemin's room is painted in a rich midnight blue, creating a calming atmosphere. The walls are adorned with posters of indie bands and artistic prints, showcasing his eclectic taste. Muted gray decor complements the deep blue, and lights strung along the walls provide a soft, ambient glow. A well-organized desk sits against one wall, littered with notebooks, a laptop, and scattered pens. The minimalist furniture, including a sleek bed with monochrome bedding, adds a touch of simplicity to the room. Various trinkets and souvenirs line the shelves, hinting at Jaemin's interests and experiences.
Numerous photographs cover one section of Jaemin's room, creating a nostalgic collage on the wall. The alcohol in your system blurs the faces, but the emotions captured in each snapshot are vivid. Smiles, laughter, and shared moments freeze in time. Your vision may be hazy, but the warmth of those memories makes you smile.
Your heart pounds when you realise thereâs an unexpected sightâa half-naked girl perched at the end of his bed. Shock and embarrassment wash over you, sheâs the girl you heard him fucking earlier.
âGet out.â Jaemin's stands with crossed arms, watching her exit with impatience. You recognize her as Karina, a girl from your year. Her eyes meet yours, and she smirks, offering a thumbs up with a mischievous giggle. In a hushed whisper, she says. âYouâre gonna have so much fun, he does this thing with his tongueâŠâ
Her words leave you blushing and flustered. Before you can make it clear that you were not here to fuck, Jaemin swiftly escorts her out, locking the door firmly behind her.
In an awkward atmosphere, Jaemin proceeds to put on a simple top and jeans. The tension is palpable as you fumble through your reasons for being in his room. Confusion clouds your gaze when he extends his black leather jacket towards you, and you silently drape it over your shoulders, catching a scent reminiscent of midnight rain and cinnamon.
"I'm gonna go home.â You mumble.
Jaemin shakes his head in response, "I already said that it's too dark and dangerous â"
"I'll just â"
"Either I'm gonna take you home or you're staying with me," he says sternly. "I can't leave you alone like this⊠wasted and clearly upset. Plus, Haerin is staying over, so I want some sleep tonight. I know her and Jeno will be fucking all night long.â
You nod, the two of you sharing a silent understanding as your eyes meet in the moonlit room. In that moment, your gaze holds a mix of darkness and glistening emotions. "Take me home.â You softly request.
âMy house is gonna empty. You can stay over.â You whisper, heavy breaths taking over your voices.
â„â„â„â„
The air is charged with anticipation as his bulge pressed firmly against your thighs, the sensation sending shivers through your body. You can feel the warmth between you, heâs so hard that his length is digging into your skin.
Jaeminâs staring down at you, body pressed against yours as you fall onto the bed, him following. You canât believe how sexy he looks. His gaze met yours with an intensity charged with an electric current of unspoken words. The moonlight played across his features, highlighting the depth of his dark eyes and accentuating the sharp contours of his face.
He hovers over you, his fingers delicately caress your face. They trace the contours underneath the hollow of your cheek, along your sleek jawline, and over your fluttering eyelashes. His voice was a low murmur, a tone that revealed a depth to him you hadnât noticed before. âSo fucking pretty.â He whispered, and you felt your pussy throb and ache for him.
The room seemed to pulse with anticipation, a magnetic tension pulling you closer in the dimly lit space. There was a certain warmth in your closeness, an unspoken connection that seemed to bridge the gap between you two effortlessly.
The moment you stepped into the sanctuary of your empty house, your lips found each other in an instant, pressing fervently, lost in a mutual hunger. It was unclear who made the first move; it seemed to be a shared impulse. All you were aware of was the rapid beat of your heart as you found yourself breathlessly kissing and biting his inviting lips, your legs wrapped around his waist in an embrace of longing.
As he carried you upstairs, a whirlwind of desire and impatience in his every step, he threw you down on what was, unknown to him, Haerinâs bed. The room, adorned with countless photos of her with Jeno and her friends, went unnoticed in the dim light, its significance lost in the intensity of the moment.
He had mistaken this room for yours but you canât be bothered to correct him. In that instant, the only truth that mattered was the closeness between you two. Besides, a part of you relished the thought of fucking him in her bed - this was a subtle payback for all those times Haerin had fucked Jeno on your bed.
Jaeminâs voice, low and teasing, broke the charged silence. âAre you just gonna stare at me all day?â He teased, his voice a low whisper that caressed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âTell me what you want, Iâll give you everything, darlingâŠâ His hot breath against your ear, followed by a gentle bite on your earlobe, intensified the moment.
You continued to gaze into his eyes, finding yourself at a loss for words. His presence was overwhelming â a side of him you hadnât seen before. There was a captivating darkness in his demeanor that left you both stunned and deeply attracted.
His finger traced your lips, gently pulling them down. A smirk played on his lips as his gaze dropped to your legs, wrapped tightly around his waist. Your movements were restless, you keep shuffling, desperate to feel something between your thighs to which Jaemin let out a soft, playful tut too.
âJust fuck me.â You moan out, the words laced with desperation.
He smirks, the embodiment of a tease. âAre you sure?â His whisper is a mix of sweetness and seduction, his eyes soft yet resolute as he looks down at you. His breath fans over your skin, a contrast to the intensity in his gaze.
You nod, trying to attach your lips to his but he dodged, a playful glint in his eyes. âTell me exactly.â
A moment of silence hangs heavy in the air, filled with unspoken longing.
âTell me you want me.â He presses, his voice a gentle command.
âIâm sure.â You reply, your voice barely a whisper.
He tuts softly, a sound that sends a thrill through you. Shaking his head, it still wasnât enough.
âI want you. I want you to touch me, I want you cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me.â
The air knocks from your lungs when his lips suddenly meet yours in an explosion of sensation. His lips are a perfect mix of softness and firmness, molding against yours with an intensity that sends waves of heat through your body. The taste of him is intoxicating, a hint of sweetness that lingers and beckons for more.
Itâs a collision of longing and emotion, intense and all-consuming. Your mouth opens against his, and the moan that escapes you vibrates against his lips, a raw sound of pleasure that deepens the kiss. His tongue meets yours in a dance of shared passion, exploring and responding with equal fervor.
Each brush of his lips sending shivers down your spine. The world around you fades into a blur, leaving only the exquisite feel of his kiss, the taste of him, and the shared breath that seems to connect you on a level beyond words.
His mouth found the sensitive area of your neck, his mouth moving with a mix of tenderness and urgency that made your breath hitch in surprise, having not been touched like this in so long the air has already been sucked out of you. The warmth of his breath against your skin, mingled with the softness of his lips, created an intoxicating sensation, stirring a deep craving within you.
He then trailed a path of fervent kisses up your jawline, each one imbued with a burning intensity, his lips moving against the contours of your face, each kiss a declaration of desire. His movements were both deliberate and instinctual, as if each kiss was guided by a deep, primal need.
With a deep breath, he reached for the hem of your top, fingers brushing against the fabric in a gentle, almost reverent touch. The material was soft and lights
He slowly lifted the top and there was a moment of quiet, a hush that seemed to fill the space with anticipation. The fabric whispered against your skin as it rose and cascaded down your body prettily, the sound as soft as a breeze through autumn leaves.
Jaeminâs eyes found yours, and in them, you saw a whirlwind of emotions. His gaze was intense. The air between you two crackled. His eyes, dark and expressive, spoke volumes more than words ever could. There was a hunger in them.
He lowered his mouth to your chest and immediately brought your nipples to his lips, his first touch was a slow and thoughtful lick, savouring your taste. He took his time, lavishing your nipple with light swirls of his tongue and gentle kisses, which elicited moans of pleasure to spill from your lips.
He gently bit on the sensitive bud of skin, his teeth releasing with a âpop,â followed by a contented smile as you moan his name. His attention to making you feel good was thorough, a mixture of playful bites, long licks, and occasional sucking.
Slowly, he continued with small, delicate kisses, down your body, from your boobs to your upper thigh, the soft press of his lips against your skin made you whine, pulling on his hair and begging him for where you wanted his touch the most. You slowly grind your clothes pussy against his face, he looks up at you with a smirk. âYou wanna feel me here?â He whispers, voice filled with breath as his soft fingertips tread along your lower stomach, his lower lip captured between his teeth.
You nod eagerly, a mixture of anticipation and nerves filling you as you hadnât had sex in 5 months and you didnât expect to be doing it right now, with Na Jaemin, of all people. It intensifies your emotions but you surprisingly feel ready, you never expected to be so settled in such an intimate embrace with a complete stranger but there was something about Na Jaemin that made you horny.
He presses his lips against yours intensely as his hands gently tease the edge of your mini skirt, eventually slipping beneath the fabric. You break the just for a second, maintaining strong eye contact with him as you pull your mini skirt down your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, caressing it with his soft fingers before eagerly pushing your lace thong down your thighs, lips smashing against yours once again as he tosses both your skirt and thong to the side, trailing kisses up your legs, his fingers beginning to delve into your pussy.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â He hisses against your ear, cold fingers making circles against your folds, the hard metals of his rings touching your burning skin as he rubs on your clit.
His fingers push deeper and deeper into your cunt as your head hits the pillow and you let out a loud moan of his name. He drops open mouthed kisses to your neck as he thrusts his fingers in and out your pussy, grunts leaving his lips at how your slick coats his fingers completely, the feeling of you clenching around his fingers and growing wet making his head dizzy.
âDo you see how fucking wet you are?â He whispers, suddenly shoving his fingers in your tiny mouth, making you gag but you suck nonetheless. He brings his fingers to his own mouth, licking your cum and moaning. âJust wanna fucking taste you.â
His eyes close as he delves into your pussy. He starts off slow, soft licks and nips of your already wet clit, you curl your toes, your vision becoming blurry due to the tears of pleasure but you can feel how fucking good heâs eating you out. His tongue laps at your clit, you whine and push his face closer, desperate for him to eat you out like itâs his last meal.
He kisses your folds, giving the delicate and wet skin a loud smooch before moving his lips and tongue at a pace that already has you crying out for him. Heâs moaning into you, the sensation causing a vibration within your folds. âSo fucking tasty.â He growls, the words muffled against your skin.
His nose presses against your pussy, you wrap your legs around his shoulders and he grips onto your ass, squeezing the flesh and giving it one compact spank before gripping onto your thighs, his grip so tight that youâre caged against him. His nails dig in and youâre sure heâs leaving harsh marks and your grip on his hair is so tight but neither of you care.
Your eyes roll back in pleasure and you the prettiest noises spill from your mouth when your climax hits, you squirt and drip all over your folds and he has every last bit of it, his lips lapping up your sticky wetness as if itâs a treat.
He leans back momentarily to appreciate the sight. Your hot cum leaking out of your tiny and tight hole, before he moves his tongue to lap up every last drop. It goes everywhere, all over his face, down his chin and neck but heâs grunting so loudly, begging you for more. âTaste so fucking good.â
âJaemin.â You moan out, thrusting your pussy against him and reaching for his hard cock, desperate to feel him where you want him most. âCome on!!!!â You cry out.
He tuts at your impatience, eyes soft as he looks into your teary ones. âYeah, yeah. Just be patient, baby.â His mouth pops, a sweet smile as you whimper at the use of the pet name, a sweet word said in such a mysterious and sensual way.
A realisation comes to you, have you even introduced yourself to him? Your mouth opens with a heavy moan when Jaeminâs eyes, dark and intense, locked with yours. You could hear the sound of his heavy breathing, a rhythmic echo that matched the quickening pace of your own heart.
You found yourself reacting instinctively. You bucked up slightly as Jaeminâs fingers deftly worked to loosen the belt around his jeans. Sliding it down his legs and tossing it far away.
Heâs so hard. You hold his massive cock in your hands, eyes wide and mouth watering at the sheer size of it. You can feel the firmness beneath your fingertips. As you roughly rub his cock, he groans and drops his head to your shoulder, allowing you to touch away. Your fingers glide over the length, he removes your hands and replaces his own, dropping down and aligning his cock with your tight hole. His mouth pressing against yours with an open mouthed kiss.
âIâm Y/N by the way.â You gulp, voice barely audible due to the fucked state that youâre in.
âI know.â He whispers back.
You hum. âI know your name.â He groans louder. âCan I call you baby?â He asks with a smirk, you donât know if heâs forgotten that he already has but his low and deep voice already has you weak in your knees so you nod enthusiastically.
âPlease.â You whimper, feeling so incredibly turned on right now.
He distracts you with sweet kisses to your cheeks, when his cock finally enters your pussy but youâre instantly crying out from overstimulation and sensitivity. Heâs so fucking big. You cry out when you realise heâs too big for you. You look down and the feeling of sadness intensifies when you realise only his tip has entered.
He coos in your ear, wiping your tears, holding your hand tightly in his and making the slightest of movements inside of you but you shake your head, a feeling that you canât describe overtaking you. âYouâre too big, it wonât fit. I canât take it.â You say with an adamance.
âIt will fit, baby.â He says simply, giving you a sweet smile and you get lost in his eyes, you find yourself instantly trusting him and it has you questioning yourself, you never trust this easily.
He kisses your temple softly, a tenderness that makes you whine and cry at the same time. You wrap your legs around his waist, craving the closeness. You nod, your doe eyes gazing into his as he makes you promises. âIt will all fit, I know Iâm big but Iâll make sure of it. I promise Iâll make you feel good, Iâll wonât hurt. Iâll go as slow as you want me to, ok?â His voice is filled with so much genuineness and by kindness that you find it impossible not to melt, your trust growing for him intensely.
He thrusts into you at a slow and sensual pace and before you know it, more and more of his length fills you up until you tighten around him, smiling at how fucking good and cosy it felt. âI told you baby, just trust me.â He smiles, looking down and cooing at the beautiful sight, your walls sucking him in and you tightening around him.
âYouâre such a good girl, baby.â He purrs into your ear as he fucks into you at a pace that made your head spin. It was suddenly so fast, the headboard banging, skin slapping against skin, his hands slapping your ass, heavy breathing, passionate moans concealed even though they didnât need to be, you had the house to yourself, however the two of you found comfort in smashing your lips against each other and moaning into each others mouths.
He fucks his cock deep into you hole, hitting your pleasure spot over and over again, your back arches, your toes curl and your pleasure pool deepens with every thrust. He wipes away your tears gently with his fingers, whispering words of praises that make you whine. The way heâs looking at you fucks your mind up and makes your head spin. His eyes are so soft and so piercing, you feel as though you donât deserve to be looked at with this tenderness.
However when you try to cover your eyes with your hands, he takes your arms and cages them above your head, shaking his head firmly and giving you a serious look, enough to tell you that he wants to look at you as he fucks you.
Your pussy tightens around him and he groans, your walls continuously clenching around his cock and sucking him in deeper. Your thighs shake around his waist and his hand thatâs slapping your ass becomes sloppier and slower. The noises of his cock fucking your wet and creamy cunt turns him on, the need to cum inside you deepening. His moans are more needy and the volume increases, his eyes darken in ways you didnât expect. Heâs pounding into you at an incoherent pace when he feels your high is near.
âCum in me.â You beg into his ear, panting heavily and he lets out a growl at your needy side.
âFuck, baby. Are you on the pill?â
You cry out, shaking your head when you remember heâs not even using protection, you were two horny sluts who forgot.
âFuck. I forgot to wear a condom.â He says in an apologetic voice.
âI donât care. Cum in me.â The words spill from your mouth so easily, you question whether you want to take it back but you take a look at him. His hair, a dark cascade, fell just above his dark and intense eyes and he hasnât broken eye contact with you, not once. His smile, so boyish and warm.
Yeah. Youâre definitely sure you want his cum in you.
His thrusts become slower and more messy but it still feels fucking good. He kisses you passionately when he cums, moaning against your mouth when you beg for his cum once again.
He fucks you through your high, you moan out his name as your hot cum leaks out of you but he fucks it back into you, his own cum coating your arousal, drops falling down your thighs and leaving a sticky mess. You look down and the sight is beautiful, you donât know where you start or where he ends.
He paints your walls as he sighs at the feeling. As Jaeminâs lips met yours, there was an immediate rush of warmth and desperation, a culmination of longing transformed into a single, fervent kiss. His lips moved against yours with a passion that spoke volumes, tender yet insistent, The kiss deepened, and you could feel the gentle pressure of his mouth, the soft brush of his breath against your skin.
âGood girl.â He whispers, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.
You fall asleep like that, in his strong arms and grip, his cock buried deep inside of you, thighs still sticky with cum and you know you needed to be cleaned up but as you lay on top of him, head resting against his chest, the lullaby of his heartbeat sends you to immediate sleep.
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⯠STARMAN ; remus lupin
PAIRING! young!remus lupin x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS! during a snowy holiday at the potter residence, remus finds himself caught between the matchmaking ideas of his two best friends and his growing feelings for you
WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, idiots to lovers, kissing, james & sirius play the matchmakers, cursing + lmk
WORDS COUNT! 3k
NOTES! i posted this back on my old blog in 2022 / 2023 so if youâve read this before no u didnâtâ peter is absent in this ff , heâs spending the christmas with his own family
HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!
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JAMES POTTER AND SIRIUS BLACK.
Good lads, great company, and even better matchmakers. Who wouldn't want to spend time with them? The two boys were always full of energy, their laughter infectious, and jokes just rolled from their tongues as naturally as breathing. You could be certain that boredom was a foreign concept in their presence.
That's what everyone thought.
Remus Lupin, however, isn't everyone.
To Remus, James and Sirius were more than just pranksters and school celebrities. They were his closest friends, brothers in all but blood, and the kids behind some of the most outlandish escapades Hogwarts had ever seen. Remus saw behind the facade of their shared humor and carefree attitudes. He understood the deeper layers of their cores â the loyalty that bound them together, the masked fears and insecurities, and the stupidity and courage that defined their actions.
James Potter, with his tousled hair and round glasses, had a heart as big as the Quidditch pitch. Sirius Black, with his roguish good looks and devil-may-care attitude, possessed a sharp intellect that clashed perfectly with his rebellious nature.
Yes, to the outside observers, James and Sirius appeared to be the life of the party (which they were) but to Remus, they were the definition of family.
Even though they certainly knew how to fuck things up.
ONE
"Just listen to us, Moony! This one will work out, me and James planned it for . . . one week, is it? Just trust us!"
Sirius Black's voice was brimming with enthusiasm, his gray eyes twinkling with the unspoken promise of yet another grand scheme. As these words left his mouth, Remus felt a surge of frustration well up inside him. His hands itched to do something else than the dishes â but he resisted the urge to punch the oldest Black brother. The sheer absurdity of the situation was almost laughable. This wasn't the first time his best friends came up with a plan to help him with one of his many problems. Some of their previous attempts had actually worked out quite well. But there were also unsolved problems that Remus had learned to live with, issues he simply couldn't â or wouldn't â allow them to meddle with. Like this one.
"Exactly, mate! We're not doing this just for fun, you know. We're doing it just for you, because as you can see, we know you don't have the courage to tell [Name] how you feel. And we wouldn't be suggesting this if we didn't think it had a real chance of working."
Remus nearly dropped the plate he was washing onto James' head. Did they really have to put their noses into his personal matters? It wasn't that he lacked the courage â he told himself that repeatedly â but the timing just wasn't right. And he had came over to James' house to enjoy the Christmas holiday in peace, not to snog off his best friend's face.
But once an idea comes into a marauder's head, it won't leave until it's out for the world to see.
Just Remus' luck.
The warm, soapy water cascaded over his hands as he resumed scrubbing the plate, trying to focus on the boring task before him rather than the frustration rushing through his system. Sirius's words carried in the air again.
"It was originally planned for Evans, but she wouldn't be as cool with it as [Name]. You know how they both are! Evans would try to hex James' ugly face first, then mine. And [Name]? Well, it seems like you just have to find out, mate."
You just have to find out, my arse.
"Look, why can't you just keep this thing as it was first planned? I'm sure Lily would appreciate the opportunity to snog James' stupid face," Remus said, his voice tinged with the frustration he felt. James made a noice that sounded suspiciously like a gasp and opened his mouth to protest, but Remus ignored him and kept going. "Okay, maybe not for the next ten years, but one day she surely would."
âFor the record, my face is unbelievably handsome, thank you!â
The oldest Black brother crossed his arms across his chest, the rag he used to clean the dishes dangling from his hand and making a puddle of water beside him. James glared daggers at it. "You see, even if you politely declined our offer to bring some spice into your already boring life, we can't take no for an answer. We spent our free time searching up a single spell in the library. A bloody library, Moony! So, no. If you and [Name] don't kiss by the end of the Christmas, this prank will be considered unsuccessful, which is something the Marauders don't do."
Sirius' eyes held the same look of determination they had when Peter confidently told the rest of the group that he, Sirius Black, was going to win the snogging bet they made in their fourth year. Remus hadn't liked that gaze then, and he certainly didn't like it now, because he knew what it meant. Peter had won that bet. Which just means . . .
Remus saw his short life flash before his own eyes. This was not going to end up in the way he would like to. A bad, no wait, a horrible idea. But before he could do something to save himself from the coming catastrophe, the whole point of the prank entered the kitchen with a lopsided smile on your face. The boy always thought you were pretty. A pair of eyes that seemed to brighten up whenever your favourite topic is being talked about. A warm smile that makes Remus feel the comfort you gave to him. He wouldn't need to drink Veritaserum to admit that he fancied you.
"I just finished unpacking my stuff, so if you want to do something together . . ." you trailed off, looking into their eyes with an inviting gaze. Remus awkwardly moved his gaze away, heart pumping against rib cage.
James, being the little shit he is, nudged Sirius with a knowing smirk and nodded his head in the direction of his room. "Well, it looks like our job is finished here, doesn't it, Padfoot? We should help Moony here to unpack his trunk. Come on."
Before the werewolf could do anything to stop his two best mates, James grabbed Sirius by the crook of his elbow and ran into his room, leaving the pair of obvious friends alone in the Potters' kitchen.
You looked around, a little surprised by the sudden reaction of James and Sirius. Remus stood next to the sink, drying his hands on a rag. "That was new."
"Yeah, it was."
You leaned over the table, a playful glint was dancing in your eyes. "So, they left to unpack your trunk, huh? I wouldn't let them do it if I were in your place, because I know how much of a messy person James Potter can be. Sirius does look like one too. I've seen your dorm," you let out a laugh that Remus quickly joined.
"You're not wrong. Last time they helped me unpack, I couldn't find half my things for a week. They think it's hilarious to hide my socks in the most ridiculous places."
A playful twinkle sparkled in your eyes at the sudden memory. "Well, at least you know where to find them when something goes missing. I once found a pair of James' socks in the Astronomy Tower. Still haven't figured out how they got there."
"You know," the boy started, but his dark eyes caught the green and white blur above your head, and his breath hitched in the back of his throat. They really had the guts to do it! A spring of mistletoe hung precariously above you, clearly placed by James and Sirius.
Thinking quickly, Remus took your palm in his and met your gaze again. "You could help me unpack my things, so I know where they are and all that stuff you need to know about unpacking."
With a nod, you let him took the lead. "Okay, Remus. I'll save you from them."
Remus was going to kill these two.
TWO
The weather seemed to understand the friend group's wishes for snow, much to their excitement, prompting them all go out and mess around in the white blanket of cold snow. They couldn't charm snowballs yet, and the ice on the lake next to the Potter residence was a bit thin for their liking, but it was fun either way. Laughter and shouts of excitement filled the crisp air as they chased each other, fell into snowdrifts, and made the most of the wintry day.
When they returned home, it was already dark outside, and four mugs of hot chocolate were waiting for them, accompanied by Mrs Potter's cheerful face. The warmth and aroma of the sweet liquid welcomed them inside, melting away the chill from the frost.
James and Sirius, their energy finally exhausted, soon trudged off to bed after they finished their cups, leaving Remus and you to linger a bit longer. The house was quiet now, the only sounds the gentle cracking of fire and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.
If only it could be like this every day, Remus thought to himself as he sat on the couch beside the fireplace. The flames radiated warmth, and with the mug in his hands, everything felt nice again. No stressing over studying, no thoughts for the upcoming war. He was in his own bubble, praying it wouldn't break at any given moment.
In his lap lay an opened annotated copy of a book you had given him as a Christmas present in your fourth year. He had read the book many times, and each time he found something new that caught his interest. It was like a never-ending story he never planned to finish.
"Hey, Remus."
The sudden sound of your voice and the feeling of your frame settling next to him, a knee brushing against his tight, made him shut the book with unnecessary force. The boy could feel your eyes on the side of his face so, he turned to meet your gaze, brown meeting [eye colour].
Remus had really pretty eyes. The rich brown seemed to melt in the warm room like the sweetest chocolate you had ever put on your tongue, with hazel sparks dancing in them. His eyes held something you couldn't quite put your finger on â a mystery, just like his person. But there was one thing you knew for sure: you would find comfort in them no matter the situation.
As you looked closer, you noticed faint freckles dusting his cheeks. Had they always been there? The gentle smattering of the constellation added to the roughness around his scars, making him appear even more breathtakingly beautiful. You found yourself mesmerized by the little details of his face, each one telling a story of its own.
Remus decided to talk first. "What are you doing here? Not that I mind, I'm just wondering. It's pretty late, you know," after those words left his mouth, Remus felt like a total fool. Merlin, talking with you was getting more difficult since he realized he liked you more than a friend should.
But when he saw your lips curving into a smile, he knew he hadn't messed up. "Can't sleep. It's hard to do so when you have to sleep on a different bed."
"Yeah, I can understand."
Once the comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, Remus wanted to stay like this as long as possible. Life with you in it, even after Hogwarts, would be like a dream come true. You could adopt a cat or a dog together. Remus had always wanted a pet . . . The thought of a future with you filled him with a warm, hopeful feeling.
Suddenly, you were standing on your feet in front of Remus, the book no longer in his lap. Instead, you were holding it open, reading the first words he had written on the front pages. He could feel his neck and ears start to warm up, and he was sure it wasn't from the unfinished hot chocolate.
"Nice book you got here. Must have been a nice present, don't you think?" You were teasing him, he knew it from the glint in your eyes, and you seemed to be enjoying it, too. So, he played along.
"Oh, I don't know, would you be surprised if your friends bought you a book when they see you every morning reading them?"
"This one must be your favourite, as the front is starting to lose its colour."
At the further mention of the book, Remus forgot about the teasing at took it from your hands. "You should read it, [Name], it's a really . . . ," he trailed off again, like he did yesterday, and it started to confuse you more and more. His eyes were looking at something above your head, too. Was the moving photo of little James framed behind you that interesting?
When you started to turn and look, Remus quickly turned you to face the direction of the kitchen and pushed the half filled mug with warm liquid into your palms. "I want more of that. Could you help me make it? Thanks, [Name]."
Remus was ready to push James and Sirius onto the thin ice tomorrow.
THREE
Remus didn't like packing. First, he needed to pack at least a day or two before leaving so he could sleep without overthinking, but he did overthink it anyway. Did I pack everything? I think I had more stuff when I got here . . . He usually spends half of the train ride worrying about things like this; the rest was joking around with his friends and saying goodbye for the summer. And second, he didn't like leaving. The places he went to â whether it was Hogwarts or the Potters' â had a special place in the depths of his heart. The only comforting thought in his head about it all was that he would come back.
With a sigh, he started to pick up his jumpers from the Gryffindor-themed rug James had in his room. They had spent their first Christmas together when they were twelve, and the boys slept in separated bedrooms to Mrs Potter's wishes. She wanted them to have their own privacy (they shared a dorm at school, after all), but as time went on and she realised her boys wanted to be together, the witch let them do as they wanted. You got your own room as this was your first holiday here.
As much as Remus thought about the task being annoying and gloomy, it was kind of relaxing to his mind into something else. James and Sirius hadn't tried anything on you two in the last few days, which worried the werewolf a bit. What were they planning? It wasn't like them, giving up on something they were so determined about.
At a knock on the door, Remus put his just-finished folded socks into his trunk and went to open the it. It couldn't be James and Sirius, and the adult Potters had gone for a walk into the village, which just leaves . . . you.
Oh.
Remus opened the door and revealed, in fact, your glowing face. His eyes took a look at you, and he found himself thinking how pretty you looked.
Your nose and cheeks looked like they were freezing, but it somehow made your face glow. Your beanie covered half of your forehead, and there was a huge spot of unmelted snow on it, probably thrown at you by one of the Marauders. But your eyes still caught his attention first. They showed your real emotions, and you were happy right now, which made Remus feel happy too.
Your smiled reached the corners of your eyes. Remus liked your smile. "Hi! Knew I would find you here. As you can probably see, we are having a snowball fight and I was wondering if you wanted to join me? James is being a git . . .â
Remus couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiastic invitation. The idea of being outside with you, engaging in a playful snowball fight against his brothers, sounded far more appealing than packing his things. He also knew that if James was being a git, he'd have to intervene to keep the playing field fair.
He listened to you, he really did, but his attention was drawn by the green plant, dangling from the doorframe above your heads. However, this time you followed his gaze and saw what he was always searching for.
"Oh."
Before he could regret what he was about to do, his hands found your cheeks, and his eyes focused on yours, not bothered by the cold that started to reach his palms. "Can I kiss you?"
Your eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The heartfelt laughter of James and Sirius outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that small, shared moment. A soft smile played on your lips as you voiced your inner desires.
"Yes, Remus, you can."
You placed your hands on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape, and gently pulled him towards you. Your slightly cold lips met his warm ones, and the contrast sent shivers through both of you. The sensation was intoxicating, a rush of emotions and sensations that made your heart race. The warmth from his mouth spread through you, melting away any lingering cold from outside.
Remus's hands slid from your cheeks to cradle the back of your head, his fingers doing the same thing as yours, threading through your hair. You could feel the slightest tremble in them, a sign that he was just as affected by the kiss as you were.
When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, and you took a moment to catch your breath. Your eyelids fluttered open, and the look you shared was one of pure emotion. His brown eyes, now darker with desire and something deeper, gazed into yours with a mix of awe and admiration.
It felt like a core memory of your new found relationship was forming, one that will be forever treasured and reminded with nothing but adoration.
Remus was glad about the whole mistletoe prank but the boys will not hear a word from him about it. They were right, the Marauders won't let a prank go unfinished.
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Sheâs got a boyfriend anywayâŠ
Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)
Word count: 7K
Warnings: Semi public sex, Missionary, Cowgirl, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Sneaking around, Secret relationship, Brief David mention, Ellie being a menance, Tommy trying to play matchmaker.
Summary: Tommy has been trying to set Joel up for AGES, heâs got other interests.
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You and Joel have secretly been seeing each other.
A03
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Life in Jackson is promising, nearly a year and half here and Joel feels comfortable, no longer itching for a way out of civilisation because heâs just not used to that no more. Ellie is settled too - finally. Sheâs attending school three days a week, enjoying the new responsibilities that come with being sixteen and the tad bit of freedom it brings. She helps out at the stables, in the kitchen too but sheâs not a fan. She likes being in the library most, checking in and out books, tidying shelves, using her art to create eye catching displays aimed at the younger generation of Jackson.
Joel is proud, his heart feels like it could burst out of his chest all the time. Ellie is still full of wit and charisma that comes out in curses and daft puns that make Joel roll his eyes and get her in a headlock until sheâs laughing so hard sheâs pink in the face.
Thereâs times when she skips school completely if a male teacher has subbed in, she flinches away if someone comes too close and sometimes if itâs stew night at dinner, sheâll stare blankly into her bowl at the chunks of meat and see a severed ear, sheâll try to swallow but gag instead. These are nights Joel gives her his bread and Tommy will too, then heâll make her a fruit salad when they get home with a little double cream poured over it.
The nightmares are persistent on these bad days where triggers occur, he finds Ellie in bed screaming and thrashing multiple times a week. Sheâll sob and cry hoarsely as he holds her, hushing her gently and resting his cheek on her head. Most of the time sheâll fall back asleep with him beside her, curled into him like she did back at Silver Lake when death was close.
But mostly, everythingâs okay.
Joel had been with Tommy every single day this week so far and it was Thursday evening, theyâd been focusing on fixing up the bathroom in a house way further down from his, they were getting it ready for a family that had expanded to move in. The floor was rotten and the pipes wrecked, neither of them were particularly fond of plumbing but they sorted it between them. There was still the kitchen to do but that was a job for tomorrow and probably Saturday too but not Sunday, that was his day with Ellie.
Sundayâs were for late breakfasts of bacon and pancakes - before and after the world ended. The only thing that changed was the kid for Joel, he used to serve Sarah indulgent breakfasts on a Sunday and theyâd do something together and the tradition was carried on with Ellie and Sarah remained tucked in his heart.
Tired and stiff from working hunched over all day, Joel was enjoying a quiet drink with Tommy. They were tucked away on a small table with two stools, Joel would have preferred something with a back but beggars canât be choosers; he was grateful for the cold glass of bourbon nearly empty in front of him and the sound of Dire Straits playing over the old speakers.
As always, Tommy is picking and prying into his lack of a love life. Since heâs noticed his older brother being more settled within the community, heâd been trying his hardest to set him up with various women and Tommy Miller was nothing if not persistent.
At this point in the day, Tommyâs voice is almost just white noise.
âCath is nice.â Tommy pointed out, Joel snorts.
âSheâs also gay, Tommy.â
âOh shit, really? I didnât know.â
âClearly. Can we please stop talking about this? Itâs the same thing every fuckinâ time I come drinking with you.â Joel begs, Tommy sighs heavily but drops it for now.
Joel takes in the scenery as he sits there, grateful for the moments silence from Tommy. His eyes stray to the left of the table and he listens as you speak to Denton, an older gentleman in his late sixties with a love of horses. Heâs quizzing you about the new mare in the stables, he hears you mention checking on her again after your shift because sheâs been particularly temperamental since she was brought in from outside but youâve developed a nice bond with her, sheâs slowly becoming more trusting.
It occurs to Joel that everyone likes you - literally everyone, even Ellie and she was a tough nut to crack. Youâre sweet, soft spoken yet confident. Youâre always helping out where you can; on patrols, stable duty, in the communal garden, sometimes at the school and also here at the bar when Darius needs his shift covered.
You find good things on patrol and give them to Joel or Ellie before taking the rest for the community, so they get first pick of everything.
Youâre just the sweetest thing.
Tommy sees you and beckons you with a friendly wave, you mutter a goodbye to Denton and pat his hand.
âHey.â You hear your name called over the music and you turn as Tommy Miller grabs your attention as you scoop up two glasses and an empty bowl that once held nuts and dried berries from the table two away from his and Joelâs.
âYes, Miller?â You patter over with your hands occupied, you sneak a look at his older sibling, sparing him a wink as a greeting, he smirks softly back.
âHas Darius got an other fuckinâ music or are we strictly limited to the sounds of 1985 tonight?â He questions and you laugh, shaking your head.
âYou donât like Dire Straits?â
âHe doesnât appreciate good music.â Joel interjects, shaking his head at Tommy.
âI do - but other music. Eminem or even fuckinâ Britney! Anything but this shit.â Tommy groans, tossing his head back.
âKeep talking smack about Dire Straits, Miller - and Iâll snitch to your wife about the fact youâve switched patrols with Mark twice this week because you were too hungover to go.â You smile sweetly at Tommy, tilting your head.
âSnitches get stitches.â Tommy remarks playfully, not an ounce of malice in his dark brown eyes and your eyebrows rise, you beam back.
âThat right? Well, troublesome men get barred for life.â
âOooooh.â Joel chimes in, looking amusedly between you and his younger brother.
âTouchĂ©.â Tommy quips, folding his arms.
âTell you what, next time Iâm in, Iâll have a rummage out back and see if I can find you some Britney. Bless you.â You pinch his cheek as you walk past and he swats your hand, rubbing the spot while Joel laughs.
âYouâre pushing your luck giving her lip, Iâm not sure if youâre aware but this is the only operational bar in Wyoming.â
âTell me about it.â He grumbles back, Joel shakes his head once more as the door behind Tommy on the back wall opens.
âJoeeeeeel?!â He hears yelled from close by, he looks up and sees Ellie dragging her sneakers across the floor, scouring the bar for him with her honey coloured eyes eagerly. She spots him within seconds, beaming and practically skipping over to him and Tommy in the corner. âThere you are, I looked fucking everywhere for you.â She groans dramatically, throwing her head back. âI wanna go out, Iâm bored shitless at home. Thereâs nothing for me to do and yes - Iâve done my school work.â She quickly adds.
âYou done those quadratic equation questions we were going over last night?â He raises his eyebrow.
âYep. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, though I did ask my teacher because Iâm pretty sure you were figuring them out wrong. You were, by the way.â Joel puffs indignantly, rolling his eyes. Ellie spins to Tommy, the soles of her shoes squeaking. âCan I try that?â Sheâs laser focused on the bourbon swimming between globes of ice in Tommyâs glass.
âWhat have I said the last twenty times youâve asked, El?â Tommyâs dark brows are high on his forehead, his mouth is twisted with hidden laughter. Ellie rolls her eyes with annoyance, sloping over to Joel now.
âNo.â She huffs, swinging her lanky arms around Joel. She hums and rubs her face into his shoulder bone, resting there for a second before her attentions shifts comically fast. Thereâs a warmth that spreads through Joel every single time she does this, sheâs so casual about it and heâs drawn the conclusion that itâs a teenage thing because Sarah was the same. Thereâs a sadness that blossoms too, a darkness that twists and anchors in his chest as he thinks of her and who sheâd be now. He canât dwell for too long, not now - he did that for too long.
At one dark point in time, human connection was not key to survival, hence why he always kept Tess at arms length and then referred to Ellie as cargo until one snowy day it became apparent she was no longer cargo when she was frenzied and panting in his arms, splattered with the blood of a predator and gasping like she was taking her last breath. The sound haunted him for a long time, all memories of Sarah hitting him like a freight train. He had to protect Ellie, the minute he drew her in - oh baby girl - and held her tightly, wrapped in his coat and clinging to him just as hard.
Ellieâs his kid now. Sheâs his. Heâs hers. Theyâre a family. Ellie Williams Miller - thatâs how sheâs known now. Itâs scrawled on her school books. The love he feels for this human tornado in sneakers is unmatched, the one thing heâs ever been truly good at has been restored and itâs a role he knows well; being a father.
Sure, this teenager that heâs raising is the furthest from bubblegum pink and Avril Lavigne she could be, sheâs particularly jagged around the edges and does have the temperament of an unsocialised cat that will bite if you get too close.
He looks down at her, rubbing into him like sheâs trying to get his smell on her because itâs comforting and she feels safe and feels his heart ready to burst.
Of course the sweet moment of affection is shattered when Ellie yawns directly into his fucking ear because why wouldnât she?
He grunts when she bears most of her weight on his aching shoulders, leaning easily into him and twisting her small fingers into his flannel.
âSo? Can I go or not?â She presses.
âGo where?â He prompts, raising his eyebrow.
âToniâs from school. Her cat had kittens a few weeks ago and theyâre starting to play. Five of them, Joel! Thatâs a lotta kittens!â Ellie enunciates, brown eyes wide and Joel canât help the smile that graces his otherwise tired face.
âYou mean a litter?â He corrects and Ellie pauses, frowning.
âHuh?â
âA bunch of kittens is a litter, Ellie.â He informs her and she somehow manages to frown even more, she makes a noise like sheâs computing the new information.
âYeah, whatever.â She mumbles, Tommy snorts in amusement. âSo I can go see them?â She presses, shifting her weight again and Joel groans louder now, unhooking her arms from his shoulders with a quiet âdonât do that, babyâ thatâs full of affection.
âYes but youâre back at nine latest, okay? Nine. Iâll be waiting for you, the minute those street lamps turn on, youâre home.â Joel says, Ellieâs mouthing along to his instructions that heâs been laying out since Summer began and the evenings stretched longer. âBe good.â He speaks more softly now and she nods, he presses a kiss to the side of her head, her eyelashes flutter happily as the warmth blossoms in her too with the security thatâs Joel Miller.
âPeesh. Iâm always good. Bye Tommy!â She says excitedly, fist bumping him when itâs offered.
âSee ya, squirt.â Tommy replies but before heâs even voiced his reply, Ellieâs hurrying away and knocking into a patron while waving to you on the way out of the door so hard it slams. Joel sighs, thinking sheâs a literal hurricane.
The door hinge has barely stopped shaking before Tommy starts with the suggestions of suitors once more.
âWhat about Myleene?â Tommy proposes, Joel shakes his head quickly, downing the remainder of his drink.
âToo young.â He replies.
âSheâs twenty five.â
âToo young.â He repeats firmer this time.
âOkay, fine. What about Michelle? Sheâs what forty? I was talking to her in the cobblers the other day, sheâs definitely interested - mentioned something about making you a pie?â
âIâm good.â He grumbles looking down into his empty glass but quickly shifting his gaze to the bar, youâre leaning on your elbows, laughing heartily with a patron.
You look beautiful tonight - just like every other night. Your shoulders are sunkissed, your cheeks a little flushed and skin glowing from the summer humidity. He absorbs the way your hair tumbles down your shoulders and the way the thin straps of your tiered sundress slip down occasionally, only to be tugged back into place with dexterous fingers.
âYeah, thatâs not gonna happen.â Tommy jibes, Joel looks over with a firm scowl.
âWhat?â He asks, Tommy shakes his head.
âYou can dream, brother.â Joel rolls his eyes, trying to act nonchalant. âSheâs got a boyfriend anyway.â Tommy adds, Joel eyes him with full attention.
âA boyfriend?â He asks, trying to be sure he heard right.
âYeah, overheard her talking to one of the girls in the garden a few days ago. Didnât mention no names but she definitely said she was seeinâ someone.â Tommy shrugged, Joel hummed with interest. âAnyway, it donât matter because sheâs way out of your league.â
âThanks.â Joel retorts, sneaking one last look before focusing on the door behind Tommy, the one Ellie had not long barrelled in and out of just moments ago.
He wonders about the kittens she mentioned and gulps as he imagines her taking to one with its big eyes and soft paws, his mind is pulled back to a time in April when heâd come downstairs one morning to a sink full of tad poles sheâd ârescuedâ from birds out of the neighbours pond.
Basically, his girl canât resist animals she deems too vulnerable to leave.
âScared Ellieâs gonna come home with one of them kittens?â Tommy wonders, reading Joelâs mind.
âTerrified.â
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The sun is setting in bursts of burnt orange and marigold by the time he leaves Tommy to his own devices at the bar, he hazards a look around as he makes his way in the complete opposite direction to his and Ellieâs house.
He slinks around the back of the school house, slithering through the gap and walking up the winding path that leads to the stables. He climbs the short fence and hops to the other side, his boots kick up the dust from the dirt path and the crickets chirp beneath the skyline.
With one more look around, he opens to rear door to the stables and slips inside, shutting it softly behind him.
Immediately he hears the horses further down huff and puff, he can make out the swish of their tails hitting the walls as they munch on hay, thereâs a neigh that is absolutely Shimmer kicking up a fuss about something.
He slopes around the riding gear and sees you leaning against the wall, hands behing your back. You grin.
âTook your time, cowboy. Was beginning to think you couldnât take the hint and stood me up.â
âNever, honey.â Joel prowls towards you, ready to grab you. âMissed you.â
âYou just saw me.â
âNot the same.â He yanks you close like a man starved, youâd shared company less than 24 hours ago but you greet and leave each other like itâs the last time youâll ever be together. Itâs the apocalypse affect, you know that, he does too
This arrangement had been going on for almost two months now, all started by a late night patrol together where youâd shared more about yourselves in an eight hour shift than both of your time in Jackson combined. There was an instant attraction, it was so easy to talk to one another and thatâs what you did every single time you were partnered together and it became the highlight of your day. It started innocently and friendship had bloomed, then before you knew it you were sharing a rum laced thermos of tea with him in the bed of a truck and kissing him with reddened cheeks shortly thereafter. Youâd first slept together in the same truck, just as dawn began to break. It was clumsy and quick but you couldnât get enough of one another. You hadnât cum but Joel promised next time would be better which lead to the question of next time? Youâd been seeing each other most nights since.
Any chance you got, you were together. Nobody knew about you both, hence why Tommy was incessantly trying to hook Joel up with other women around town and jealousy burned as you listened in on their one sided conversations in the bar whenever you were covering for Darius.
Youâd left the bar shortly before Joel had, waving farewell to him and Tommy, coming straight up here to check on the mare just as youâd told Denton. This was a usual spot to meet Joel, it wasnât your first rodeo in the stables with him. It was the one place you could be alone after a certain time.
âWere you hiding from me, honey? Hmm?â He growls playfully, pulling you to him even though you were barely a millimetre away in the first place. You hum in response, so utterly lost in him. Youâre nuzzling his throat, fisting his shirt, desperate for his attention. âGod, you look so good today.â He murmurs, mouth finding yours. You moan softly, standing on your tip toes and kissing him in a way that makes his lungs and loins burn alike. His grey tinged moustache prickles your upper lip beautifully, his beard feels familiar beneath your soft hands.
Heâs crowding you and guiding you backwards, kissing you hotly in a sense that makes your cunt throb eagerly. You moan into his mouth when he nips your bottom lip, squeezing the left cheek of your ass.
You love when heâs like this - playful and easy. He feels lightyears younger around you, itâs like the heaviness dissipates the moment heâs in your company. He loses himself in the way you smell, the way your hair feels when his fingers are entwined between the sun kissed strands, the way in which your eyes sparkle with mischief.
Itâs easy to pull him towards the back of the stable, where the bales of hay were stacked created a nice wall of privacy. Youâd been in here a couple of times with him, having gone as far to stash a flannel blanket in one of the cupboards to lay down as to protect you both from the cold floor and the prickle of loose hay.
Once behind the hay and seated on a bale with you in his lap, strong hands are moving the thin straps of your sundress down your shoulders, you momentarily break away from his mouth to aid the removal of your dress to your waist where Joel roughly bunches it up so that your underwear is now on show and so are your tits.
His eyes light up at your bare chest, like he hasnât seen your breasts countless times before. One thing among many that you first noticed was that Joel Miller is a tit man through and through. His rough and work toughened hands cup them both gently before his tongue swirls around your left nipple.
âJoel.â You murmur, arching into him, rolling your hips into his. Heâs hard already, age not affecting him like that in the slightest. Heâs a hot blooded male, every single inch a man and that warms you to your core. You grab his hand, bringing it to the top of your panties and he slides it in without hesitation.
âChrist.â He curses, exploring your lips with his fingertips, gliding through the dewy wetness gathered there and coming back up for a split second to drag it over your clit roughly. You whimper, bucking into his hand. âMmm, babydoll.â Joel huffs against your cheek in a hot pant, repeating the action.
âNeed you so badly, Joel. Almost got started without you.â You confess.
âFuck. You canât- donât say shit like that, honey.â He growls lowly, unbelievably hard beneath you. His fingers explore again, you aid his explorations by canting your hips just so.
Joel is eager to get things moving, heâs hard and frustrated, he has a beautiful woman in his lap and the perfect setting. He pulls his hand from your underwear, looking down to see the shine of you on him. He loses his mind when you take his hand and lead it to your mouth, sucking the tips of his index and middle finger as he watches with eyes blown wide; they look black instead of the earthy brown that sometimes melts into caramel or runny honey.
The minute you hum like a content cat, he has you lifted off his lap and braced against him. You squeal at the sudden shift, the ceiling looking closer than the floor but then he gently lays you back on the blanket and settles between your legs.
âHey, who was Tommy trying to set you up with?â You blurt, Joel pauses.
âCath.â
âSheâs gay.â You frown.
âMichelle too.â He adds before diving down into your chest, pressing your breasts together, mouthing at the swell.
âIâm not sure youâre Michelleâs type, sheâs a cougar apparently.â You remark, Joel ignores you in favour of sucking your nipples until they feel raw. âWhy Michelle? I donât understand why Tommy thinks sheâs a good match for you.â You donât know why this is coming up now, your mouth seems to have a mind of its own, the jealousy settling like lead in your stomach.
âHe said she wants to make me a pie.â Joel pipes up, the confession half muffled.
âWhat kind of pie?â You ask, pulling his face from your tits. Joel groans frustratedly, looking up at you with eyes dark and deadly.
âI donât know. Why does that even matter?â
âA cream pie probably.â You snarl under your breath, the jealousy swirling in the pit of your stomach like a rattled viper.
Joel laughs, shaking his head and coaxing your mouth back to his. âGross.â He murmurs, kissing you softly and squeezing your hips as if to guide you back. âYou know I only like your cream pies.â He jokes, this time you break into a smile.
âNow whose gross?â You snort, tugging his plain grey undershirt over his head and to the side. You run your palms over his chest and down to his softer stomach, digging your nails in as they drag a long his skin. Goosebumps erupt all over him.
Joel is softer in his older age but strong too, years of walking different terrain, heavy lifting and fighting have made him lean also.
You hum contentedly, tracing over those familiar scars that have been made in the 20 years since the world imploded.
âHe said you were out of my league.â Joel suddenly admits, resting his hands on your spread knees. You frown up at him. âTommy said you were out of my league.â
âTell Tommy he doesnât know shit.â You retort with an eye roll, grabbing Joel by his belt and yanking him forward. âI like you, Joel. Fuck what anyone else thinks, itâs not anyoneâs business who we choose to be with.â You say softly now, kissing your way up his chin to his lips. âI like you.â You affirm again, Joel kisses you tenderly, weaving his hand into your hair as you moan quietly.
âWell, I like you too.â He says, kissing you with so much passion yet so much tenderness all at the same time as you fumble to unbuckle his belt. You yank it apart, tugging open the button and prying the worn denim apart with the hiss of his zipper.
He barely lets you wrap a hand around him over his boxers before he has both your wrists pinned above your head, you make a sad whine but all disappointment quickly dissipates when he shuffles down the length of your torso and yanks your underwear down so fast you feel the material leave a friction burn. He grabs your thighs and then manoeuvres your legs by the backs of your knees, you like where this seems to be going.
Your spine curves against the hard floor when his mouth makes that first contact, he starts slow with a lick up the length of you, then he lightly suckles your lips and gently licks over the hood of your clitoris.
âJoel.â You murmur, twisting the blanket beneath your fingertips, scrunching it and bitting down on your lower lip as he continues his gentle assault on your clit, the rubber toes of your hi tops dig into his ribs almost painfully.
His thumb comes up to gently push the hood of your clit back, the sensation of his tongue directly stimulating the nerve causes you to gasp and wind one hand down into his hair, you tug and he groans against you.
Youâre transported back to one of the first times youâd been intimate together after sleeping together in the truck.
For some reason, it had shocked you that Joel Miller ate pussy like a champ. The first time heâd gone down on you - behind the bar just after youâd blown him - youâd prepared yourself for dissatisfaction and disappointment, only it never came. Joel had licked into you with such ferocity and precision that youâd almost keened over.
Heâd made you cum so quickly that youâd barely had time to process the first swipe of his tongue on your clitoris and the climax that followed minutes later.
Heâd looked up at you, moustache and beard slick with his eyes wide; âI forgot how much I enjoyed doing thatâ heâd panted while you squeaked back in shock.
Now, as you live in the moment, you feel that tingle of pleasure building but you donât want to cum without him inside of you. As much as it pains you, you tug on his hair, urging him back up.
âWanna cum with you.â You pant when he looks up with dazed brown eyes, frowning a little. He seems to accept that and sits up, shucking his jeans and boxers down over his ass with the help of your clumsy hands. âLay back.â You demand, he does so and you move to take his place.
You throw your legs over his and settle above his lap, heâs got one arm behind his head and watches as you take him in your first and tease yourself with the flushed tip of him. He breathes in sharply through his nose as you do it again before notching him at the site of your heat, you steady yourself and begin to sink down.
âFuck me.â Joel sighs, closing his eyes briefly because heâs so sure heâs in heaven. The sensation of your wet heat surrounding him never gets old, heâd forgotten how much he loved sex before meeting you.
âYouâre so big, Joel.â You whimper, stroking his ego deliciously and he hates to be such a guy but the compliment goes straight to his dick.
âFuck, honey. Take what you want, Iâm yours - just fuck me.â He begs as you slowly begin to move, your nails scrape across his torso as you fall into an easy rhythm of rolling your hips into his. âYouâre so fucking perfect, baby.â He babbles, looking up and admiring the curve of your back and the way your tits bounce as you ride him.
âMmm.â You whine, picking up the pace and throwing your head back which exposes your jugular and Joel just wants to sink his teeth into you because you truly look good enough to eat.
âCome here, babydoll.â He urges, pulling you down so youâre chest to chest. Your peer at him with pretty doe eyes, your lashes flutter as they shut to kiss him deeply, your tongue swipes his and you taste the tang of yourself on him. You moan louder when he manages to plant his boots on the floor and thrust up into you roughly, tangling his hand in your hair to keep you pressed against him.
Itâs so hot in the stables, youâre both sticky and warm. But with your pretty moans and keens filling the air, Joel manages to easily forget the irritation from the heat.
You push against his chest to sit up and Joel grabs your hips, guiding you easily and you feel yourself getting close but you canât achieve orgasm through penetration alone.
You brace one hand on his thigh behind you, tipping your head back as the pleasure becomes almost too much to handle. Your hips roll in an easy rhythm, his cock head hitting your G spot perfectly and you whine when the hand on your left hip moves ever so slightly until Joel was able to thumb your clit. He knows you so well.
âOh f - fuck. You feel so good, youâre so good - fuck.â You babble, your hips moving faster.
âJesus christ.â Joel huffs, throwing his head back against the hard floor, biting his bottom lip hard to stave off his orgasm. You feel so good wrapped around him; wet and snug, like crushed velvet.
He knows he canât stay like this, heâs too close to finishing and he can sense youâre not quite there yet despite being edged so he makes the conscious decision to hold you and flip you both over with a nimbleness he didnât know he possessed in his older age.
You stutter out a choked moan, arching into his strong hands. You drag your nails down his toned back, leaving a little spatter of blood in the red tracks.
Joel hisses when your nails puncture the skin on the globes of his ass, somehow trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time.
âWhere?â He asks, nodding downwards as he fights off his climax.
âInside.â You reply without hesitation. Youâd counted your cycle days, marking in a blank notebook the day number and your symptoms, pretty accurately guessing your fertile window and probable ovulation day by cervical mucus alone. You were four days from your period being due, it was safe.
âYou sure?â He hesitates, brow furrowed hard with concentration, heâs a stroke away from finishing. He knows better than most people to not trust the pull out method and he knows the importance of contraception but he still ended up a Dad before he hit his mid twenties. Pushing sixty heâs still playing a dangerous game but so far, neither of you had gotten burnt.
âYeah.â You gasp, fingers on your clit rubbing faster. You groan suddenly and twist into him, making pretty little whimpers and purring. He groans too, thrusting in hard once, twice and then three times. You feel his cock stiffen and twitch, then the pulse of subtle warmth of his cum spreading inside and aiming for your cervix. He works himself through it, you push in return as the aftershocks slow to a flat line.
Joel heaves a breath, resting on his forearms as you lazily kiss his neck in satisfaction and rapture. You sit there for a minute, basking in the afterglow until Joel grows too stiff and has to withdraw from you slowly, kneeling up between your legs to pull his boxers and jeans back up but he leaves them unbuttoned and his belt loose.
You donât miss the primal look in his eyes when they drift to between your legs, he can see his cum leaking and the pearlescent finish it leaves on your lips. His cock twitches, perhaps if he was younger he could go for another round but alas, he settles next to you on the blanket, pulling you to his chest and cushioning your head with a strong bicep.
âI think that might have been the best time yet.â You pant breathlessly, looking up at the ceiling and seeing the evening sky through the cracks of wood.
âMaybe one day we can do it in an actual bed, Iâm not sure how much more of these places my back can take.â Joel jokes, you giggle and turn into him, listening to the rapid pace of his heartbeat as it settles, a perfect mirror of your own.
âNot bad for an old timer.â You tease, giggling when he growls and squeezes your hip.
âWas patrol okay today?â Joel questions you, you nod lazily against him. âYou come across anything?â Now you speak, leaning up to peer down at him.
âA couple of runners. We shot them in that abandoned gas station near the entrance to the offices off the trail. I think they were probably people passing through, one was infected on the journey and turned, then bit the other.â Joel hums, rubbing your lower back and hip. âI have some things for Ellie I found, by the way. Iâll drop them over tomorrow. Nothing crazy, just some things I thought she needed.â You say between kisses down Joelâs chest and sternum, your delicate fingers tracing out old battle scars.
âWhat like?â He asks, catching your hand as it reaches his happy trail, bringing it to his lips instead where he presses tender kisses to your fingertips.
âPyjamas, underwear and some toiletries. Oh! And get this, a new casette tape for her walkman.â
âWhat tape?â
âTeardrops.â You grin.
âWomack and Womack? Sheâs gonna love that.â Joel says, laying back and smiling at the ceiling of the stables, humming the song in his head. âFuck, I havenât heard that song in - jesus - years.â Heâs frowning, contemplating lost time, the whole concept of time evades him, it never used to at the start but now? Itâs one big jumble, his time is defined by events and not a calendar.
âShe still playing that one you got her on repeat?â You wonder.
âYeah.â
âWhat was it again?â
âBowie. Heroes.â Joel replies.
âNice.â You nod.
As you lie there together in an easy silence, content to be together in the quiet solace of the stables, Joelâs mind wanders back to his earlier conversation with his younger brother:
âHey, er - Tommy actually said something else earlier.â Joel winces at how awkward he sounds and you huff loudly, ready to hear what other dumbass thing heâs said. âHe said he heard you say you have a boyfriend or that you were seeinâ someone.â
You sit up, frowning down at Joel.
âOkayâŠâ You reply hesitantly, uneasy now. âAm I not seeing you?â You frown.
âNo - no! Itâs⊠that came out wrong. I just meant - â Joel grumbles, covering his face momentarily while you try to will your stomach from not sinking. âI donât know, I just wanted to know if you meant me.â
âSeriously, Joel? This conversation is going so well.â You say dryly, utterly unimpressed.
âNo! Oh my god! I canât do this.â He groans, realising his mistake. âIâm sorry, that came out so wrong.â Joel apologises, you snort.
âLook Joel, I was talking to Mrs Patterson in the garden and she was telling me about her late husband, saying how lovely he was and how men just arenât like that anymore. She asked if Iâd found anyone and I let it slip that I was seeing someone, I didnât mention any names and I can totally understand why youâre freaked when we havenât even had that conversation ourselves. I shouldnât have assumed this was anything more than sex, Iâm sorry.â You annunciate, warm in the cheeks.
âYou want to just have sex?â Joel is sat up now, matching your frazzled expression.
âIf thatâs what you want.â You shrug, taking an interest in your cuticles. A large hand lays over yours, squeezing. You shift your focus to his knuckles instead, tracing out the scars.
âHoney, look at me.â He urges softly, you hesitantly meet his eyes. âI think somewhere weâve miscommunicated.â
âHow so?â You press.
âLook⊠itâs been a long time since Iâve done this, Iâm a little rusty. Iâm sorry if I havenât been clear about what we are or what I want us to be, I kinda just assumed you knew and yeah, thatâs real shitty of me.â He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. âBut I wanna be exclusive with you, honey. I mean, I have Ellie to think about so weâll need to go slow just so I can ease her into the change. Is that okay?â He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.
âThatâs more than okay, Joel. I completely understand, I donât want to spook Ellie either.â You confirm, Joel letâs out a relieved sigh.
âGood - good, okay. Weâll figure it out, baby.â He assures you, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you softly.
Itâs easy to lose yourself in Joel Miller, youâre swept up in the gruff voice and strong arms, the softness beneath his outer shell reserved for those closest to him.
Youâre kissing him back in earnest, heâs reclining to lay back down with you on top of him and youâre sure this could lead to round two or at least head from either one of you, maybe even both.
However, the moment is spoiled when you hear voices creeping closer to the stables. You both stiffen and wait, looking at each other with eyes opened wide.
The voices are getting closer and you decipher itâs two sets, itâs not made clear who it is until theyâre walking behind the stables and you can see their shadows slink between the thin gaps in the planks.
Itâs Ellie and Tommy.
You and Joel scramble, you yank your dress back over your breasts and pull the hem of it over your ass. Your panties are on the floor and you narrowly dodge Joelâs elbow as he hastily buckles his jeans back up just in time for the door around the corner to open with a shriek of the hinges.
âWhat if heâs gone out on patrol without telling me? Or maybe heâs swapped with someone and gone hunting? I know Iâm back way earlier than he said but he said heâd be home! Do you think heâs left the gate? What if heâs hurt? What if - â Ellie begins to ramble and Tommy sighs.
âKiddo, stop worrying. Iâm sure heâs around here somewhere, letâs look at the whiteboard and see if his nameâs on there. I highly doubt heâs swapped shifts and he wouldnât leave without telling you, heâs gotta be around here someâŠâ Tommyâs reassurance comes to a stop when he round the corner of the hay bale wall and abruptly stops, staring at you and Joel with as much shock as you return.
Ellie slams into his back and he wobbles but his gaze never falters.
âWhat the fuck, man!â Ellie exclaims, shoving Tommy and stepping around his statue like form but also freezing too.
You look between them both, trying to formulate an excuse but Joel shoving his t-shirt on, the fact your clothes are crumpled and thereâs absolutely hay in your tousled hair says it all.
Your panties are shoved behind your back out of view.
âWell Iâll be damned, youâre the guy sheâs seeinâ!.â Tommy snorts, looking between you both. Joel growls, yanking on his flannel while Ellie manually retrieves her jaw from the floor.
âWhat the fuck is this?â She asks, looking between you and Joel. âYou have a girlfriend? What the fuck, dude? You didnât say anything!â She fumes, crossing her arms over her chest.
âLook, itâs complicated and new.â He says, which placates her slightly. She stares at you again and you see the betrayal hidden behind a scowl, she looks at Joel again.
âFine. I guess this isnât that bad, it could be worse - we could of caught you with Esther.â
âThatâs true.â Tommy nods, pointing at Ellie, she nods back.
âEsther?â You question, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, Tommyâs neighbour, she totally fancies Joel.â Ellie tells you. âYou should fight her.â
âNo, she doesnât and stop shit stirring.â Joel warns Ellie, she hides a smirk which tells you sheâs winding Joel up.
âI could take Esther.â You say, playing along, Ellieâs eyes brighten with mischief.
âNobodyâs fighting no one.â Joel settles, youâre all silent for a millisecond and then Tommy throws in his two cence.
âYou could take Esther.â He agrees.
âEnough about Esther, please!â Joel begs, beside himself.
âThis is fucking embarrassing, Joel. What the fuck do you expect us to do? Itâs awkward!â Ellie complains, Tommy nods in agreement, you do too.
âYeah? Try being where weâre stood, kid.â He retorts.
Ellie kinda has to resist the urge to throw up in her mouth because Joel has sex which is so horrifying that she almost canât bare to look at him but sheâs equally happy for him and utterly disgusted, she swallows back a retch.
âFine, whatever. Iâm very happy for you and my da - Joel.â Ellie bursts and corrects herself at the last minute, you donât miss the hitch in Joelâs breathing but this is not the time for that discussion. âIâm willing to negotiate a price for the emotional damage youâve both caused me by lying to me, sneaking around and also having sex in front of my horse.â She lists.
âMy horse too!â Tommy adds.
âAnd Tommyâs horse too, Crash and Shimmer didnât want to see your bare ass.â Ellie continues and for some reason Joel knows exactly where this is going, so he braces himself.
âName your price.â He bites, Ellie looks at him with a levelling glare, itâs getting hard not to laugh when you see Tommy observing like heâs watching a mafia deal go down.
âA kitten.â Ellie reveals.
He fucking knew it.
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Physical Preferences for (Michael Gray, Luca Changretta, and Alfie Solomons)
Warning: mentions of weight, body types, and gendered language. This is not intended to body shame and are all merely head canons.
- Michael is a tricky one because he cares a good deal about his image. He likes to dress well, he likes to live luxuriously, he likes to present himself as a gilded God. It seems only natural that his wife would be a woman like Gina; tall, blonde, and glamorous. That said, his attraction to her may have more to do with her confidence than just looks. If a woman can carry herself with unshakable self-worth and power, Michael is bound to buckle. However, it's worth noting that he doesn't mind a woman taller than himself and is clearly very attracted to his wife... even when she's being very, very bad.
- Luca enjoys softness. Heâs not a huge fan of flappers with their loud dresses and sharp haircuts. A lady with soft curves, long hair, and a body that implies she likes to rest: Thatâs what he likes. And yes, that means Luca would tip his hat to a lady with a bit more around her waist. Not just the girls lucky enough to have an hourglass figure. He likes dark hair, darker skin tones, maybe a redhead but mainly women with black or brown hair.Â
- Alfie will say, âJewish,â if you ask him what his type is. In reality, his type of woman (regardless of religion) is vaguely unhinged and with a bright smile. Big thighs are also appreciated. A jewish woman with big thighs, a bright smile and grand sense of humor is always on his list when his mother makes him meet with the matchmaker. Alfie is a man undaunted by size or shape, his partner would still need a thick skin though as he will reference their looks to others in his odd way of speaking. He will never, ever insult them purposely. If a stranger or friend were to insult his lady, they would be missing their jaw shortly.Â
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Cupid (S.R)
Plot: Our favorite Doutor confess feels to his best friend also co-worker, Y/N.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUFem!Reader
Contents: Really quicky mention to drinks, cases, makeout but fluffy for sure.
A/N: hello readers, I disappeared for a year because of work and college and a serious health problem but I'm better than ever and coming back to writing has brought me back to life. I hope you like her because she's cute, a couple from a romance movie basically, so like and share if you like it.
"Alright, Spence. What are your thoughts on the woman over there in the dark green dress? She looks elegant, charming, and quite attractive. She might even share an interest in the books you enjoy, donât you think? Whatâs your take?" I gestured toward the woman who had just taken a seat at the bar, alone. I was on a mission to play matchmaker for Spencer. Although he hadnât asked for my help, I thought it would be useful to offer a female perspective. Spencerâs inherent shyness meant he needed substantial guidance in social situations, especially when it came to women.
The ambiance was pleasant. We were seated at a table near the main entrance. Given that it was Thursday, the bar was relatively quiet, but it was the only day we both had free to unwind after a grueling series of cases in New York. Honestly, Iâm not sure whatâs been happening this past month, but Iâve reviewed so much material that when I close my eyes, I still see the words on the pages. And Spence? The poor guy has never analyzed so many maps in his life. I thought this break was well-deserved, and he certainly deserved a chance to spend time with someone special. Well, both of us could use a moment with someone, but Iâm on a cupidâs mission and need to stay focusedâno distractions, no more than three drinks.
"Sheâs attractive, but Iâm not fond of blondes, and she seems a bit too tall for my taste. I donât think it would work out," he replied. I frowned and looked at him with disbelief. This was the fifth woman he had dismissed that evening, and his options were rapidly dwindling. I downed my beer in one gulp and stared him down, hoping to make him realize it was now or never. "Spence, you donât need to be so selective. I understand itâs challenging for you, but youâre only looking for someone to kiss. Iâd love to kiss that girl! Sheâs stunning. Just approach her, buy her a drink, and then kiss her. Go on, now," I urged impatiently. He needed to make the first move.
"I understand, Y/N. Sheâs attractive, but I donât want to kiss her, thatâs all," he said, turning back to the bar and taking a sip of his whiskey. I knew him well enough to sense he was hiding something. This was a significant step for him, and despite our discussions about taking a break, he seemed reluctant to pursue it. Ugh, he could be so stubborn.
"I know thereâs more to it, love. Are you feeling overwhelmed? Am I being too pushy, is that it? Iâm sorry if Iâm a bad cupid. Iâll stop. Look, Iâm waving the white flagâpeace," I said, grabbing a napkin and waving it theatrically. I flashed a grin, and he chuckled. It was always like this: he was the serious one, and I was the humorous one. He loved books, and I adored movies. He was the little angel, and I was the little devil. "Very amusing, but I swear, I have nothing to hide from you," he assured me.
"Spencer..." I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. He looked uncomfortable, but he started to speak anyway, with a hint of resignation in his voice. "Well, thereâs this girl Iâve developed feelings for... sheâs incredibly nice and fun. When she talks to me, I canât think of anything else. Iâm not sure how to articulate my feelings, but I donât want to kiss anyone else. Sheâs everything to me now." I was overjoyed and exhilarated. Iâd never seen Spence so in love before, and now he had someone special in his life. Of course, I felt a twinge of jealousy, but I was also genuinely happy for him. This was a delightful surprise.
"Spencer Walter Reid!! Why didnât you tell me this sooner?! Did youâ" I exclaimed, relieved that the bar was mostly empty. His face flushed red as he tried to cover my mouth with his hand. "Y/N, please donât shout!!! I didnât know sooner, I didnât realize it until now..." he explained. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement. "Alright... you need to go talk to her right now and give her a proper kiss! Iâll handle things here. Just go for it!"
He looked at me wide-eyed, his hands on my shoulders. "You really think so? Are you sure?" I snorted. "Absolutely, go now." And thatâs when he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself for what he was about to do. His fingers gently gripped the back of my neck, his touch both tender and urgent. He leaned in, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin before our lips finally met. I was stunned, my body tensed, and my eyes remained open for a moment, but his lips were so soft that I quickly surrendered to the kiss. Our lips moved together in sync, and I felt a profound connection. He wasnât as shy as Iâd thoughtâhe had a way with words and was incredibly sweet. I couldnât explain it, but he was perfect. Suddenly, I found myself bewitched by the very arrow of Cupid I had sent forth.
As we broke away from the kiss, I gazed at him, utterly bewildered, my heart racing with every beat. "Spence, what was that? You just..." I asked, my voice trembling with genuine confusion. He looked at me with an expression that blended sincerity and vulnerability before responding in a tone that was soft yet deeply meaningful: "Well, the truth is, the woman Iâve been admiring all along is you. Iâm sorry if this comes as a shock, but you asked me to act, so I did."
I was momentarily stunned, a whirlwind of emotions overtaking me. How could I have been so blind not to notice this sooner? I opened my mouth for the first time in minutes to speak my heart. "Spence, there's no need to apologize. I'm just... surprised! That was really something," I said, still trying to wrap my head around the moment. I paused, letting it all sink in. "So, does this count as our first date, or would you rather have a more traditional one?" I asked with an amused tone, trying to ease the tension that had built between us, feeling a bit uncertain about what came next.
"Oh, I definitely want another date. How about I take you out for dinner, and you wear that dark blue dress you had on at Rossiâs? I love the way it looks on you," he said, his words making a warm sensation spread through me. "Youâre so sweet, Spence. I hadnât really noticed it before. If Iâd known you kissed like that..." I replied with a laugh, hugging him tightly. "And you can bet Iâll wear the dress if it makes you happy." With a gentle caress on my face, I brushed his bangs off his forehead, feeling a bit strange about kissing one of my best friends, but I was glad he had the courage to confess something so significant.
I looked at his face again and could see him a bit embarrassed by the events of the night that had unfolded in a public place. It wasnât something he had planned, and he likes to plan things. "Y/N, may I kiss you a little longer?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for permission. Instead of answering, I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, savoring the moment.
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Itâs Been a Long, Long Time â„
Pairing: Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x Fem!ReaderÂ
Summary: Youâre the school nurse at Sarahâs middle school and youâre volunteered to chaperone the school dance alongside her father, Joel Miller. After some other teachers upset you there, he makes a point of showing you how he feels while also teaching those assholes a lesson.Â
A/N: okay so i know i just wrote one but you guys were so sweet in the notes :) *sobbing* and im obsessed with him so another Joel Miller fic for you, this oneâs more fluffy tho hereâs a sweet, smutty one, inspired by that one scene in âThe Lost Husbandâ YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, enjoy and feedback as always is appreciated >~< i cant stop writing him PREPARED TO BE SICK Oâ ME
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, cheesy, just absolute fuckin fluff, mentions of death, months pre-outbreak, language, reader is insulted, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, slight age gap, reader has panic attack, public making out, jealous!reader, Joel loves his pet names, he talks you through it, oral f! receiving, p in v, praise, unprotected sex, yâall itâs a lotÂ
You sip on your mug full of sugary coffee and rub your temple, tired from a night of little sleep. Thatâs when Sarah Miller, your favorite student, patient, and professional instigator, strides through your office doors with a big smile on her face.Â
You open up your snack drawer with an affectionate roll of your eyes, grab a pack of skittles, and throw it her way.Â
She catches it mid-air and sits down on the bed by your door, kicking her feet while she pops only the red ones into her mouth.Â
âYouâre gonna get me in trouble one of these days, hun,â you breathe a laugh.Â
âDonât worry,â she sighs, still grinning. âIâm on my lunch break and I finished it fast so I could come see you.â
You smile softly behind the rim of your mug, âWell, Iâm glad to see you. What is it that youâre smiling so much about?â
âAwe,â she points to your mug. âYouâre using the mug I got you.â
You look at the front of the mug, the words, âWorldâs Greatest Grandmaâ, on the front of if it with the word Grandma scratched out with a wash-proof marker and replaced with âNurseâ. She claimed she couldnât find one that said what she wanted so she had to get creative. It makes you laugh every time you pick it up.Â
âItâs my most prized possession,â you nod, matching her expression. âNow answer my question.â
She leans forward, having finished off all the red skittles, and hands it back to you so you can eat the rest.Â
She says it in one, hyperactive breath, âI got my dad to volunteer at the school dance!â
You choke a bit on your coffee.
Setting down the bag of skittles and your mug, you look up at her and chuckling, âWhy would you want to do that? Donât most kids want their parents far away from their homecoming?â
She shakes her head like youâre not getting what sheâs saying, exasperated, âI invited him for you, Nurse y/n.â
âI- Why would you-â you let out a nervous laugh before pulling yourself together. âSarah. Why would you invite him for me, sweetheart?â
âBecause you like him,â she props her head up against the wall behind her, a sly little smirk on her lips. She crosses her legs. âObviously.â
You sip your coffee, a small scoff leaving you, âI donât have a crush on your father, Ms. Miller. Since when do you play matchmaker, huh?â
âSince he asks about you like all the time,â she groans. âI told him that youâre coming and he basically dropped everything to come.â
Heat blooms in your face but you clear your throat and feign nonchalance despite it. It would be incredibly unprofessional for you to have a juvenile, little crush on a studentâs father. Even if he is incredibly handsome, sweet, charming, funny, and a wonderful, single father to his little girl who you also have a soft spot for.Â
But you do and youâre convinced itâs a bit bigger than a little one. You donât act on it though because youâve kidded yourself into thinking it would go away, wither from neglect like a dying plant with no sun. However, that hasnât worked out very well so far.Â
Sarah doesnât miss the flush in cheeks and the small smile you dawn before maintaining your composure once again. She decides to hold onto this information instead of call you out because sheâs nothing if not devious. Sheâs very observant for a 14 year old, youâre sure she gets it from her sharp father.Â
He doesnât let anything get past him, like hair in your face that he pushes away for you, a fallen eyelash on your cheek, your shoelace undone, your ponytail getting loose and about to fall out, and whatever else. Itâs been almost an entire school year of this, going on field trips, meetings, him picking Sarah up from school when sheâs sick (whether she fakes it or not), and around your shared neighborhood because even if it was big in Austin, Texas, he made it feel so damn small.Â
And now Sarah says this and you canât contain your excitement. But also your nerves were shot, you havenât felt this way about someone in a long time. It scares the hell out of you.
âIâm not volunteering,â you laugh. âWhyâd you lie to him?â
âBecause Iâm going to convince you to come,â she raises her eyebrows. âPlease, please, please, please!â she clasps her hands together. âIâll buy you all the skittles you want, Iâll take the red ones out of all of them for you, too!â
âWhat if Iâm busy?â
âI know youâre not.â
You gasp, âRude, Sarah! I should write you up for that,â you tease.Â
She smiles, âCome on, you can come and wear a pretty dress, drink punch, and eat free food. Whatâs not to like?â
âThe bitchy moms and other teachers, for one thing-â you put a hand over your mouth. âIâm so sorry, Sarah. I shouldnât have said that,â you chuckle, embarrassed, with your face in your hands.
She waves you off, âMy father cusses like a sailor and I wonât tell. I donât like anyone that works here besides you, anyway.â
âWell, now I feel like I have to,â you relent with a sigh, mulling it over. She was right in that you didnât have anything to do, so what was the risk here? Â
She looks at you expectantly, mustering up puppy dog eyes to persuade you.Â
âIf I go... no teasing me and your dad. He and I are just good friends,â you say, which is at least half true. âWe enjoy each otherâs company, nothing more.â
âUh-huh,â she says in a sing-song, knowing voice, fingers crossed behind her back. âSure, Nurse y/n. I promise.â
âIâm serious,â you point at her, taking the last sip of your coffee just as the class bell rings. âNow get out of here and go to math.â
She groans in protest but hops down from the table anyway and fakes being dizzy, âWhat if I have a fever?â She coughs.Â
âThen walk it off,â you chuckle, knowing sheâs lying. âSee you tonight, Sarah.â
She grins widely, waving, running out, âBye! Dad and Nurse Y/n sitting in a tree-â
âSarah!â
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Walking into the schoolsâ gymnasium, youâre almost shaking with nerves when you walk in. You feel like a teenager again, anxious and waiting for someone to ask you to dance.Â
You slipped on a black slip dress with white trim at the ends and the sweetheart neckline, it hugs your body nicely and accentuates curves, dips, and makes your skin glow with a red sweater that hits at your waist and matches your red, strappy heels. Your hair is pulled back with barrettes to show off your makeup and fresh curls.Â
The dance has already started thirty minutes ago, so everyoneâs already dancing and having fun to the child-friendly music that the DJ spins for the room. You pick up a red solo cup filled with crappy fruit punch and spot Sarah in the crowd with a few of her friends.Â
She waves enthusiastically in your direction before running over to you and hugging your side. âYou look so pretty, Nurse Y/n!â
âThank you, sweetheart. So do you!â you hug her back, trying the punch and wincing at the off-taste. âTonight, you can just call me Y/n, if you want.â
She smiles, glowing at your arrival, âMy dadâs over there talking to another parent. Iâll go tell him youâre here.â
You look up when she says this and meet his eyes from across the room, which means he was already looking. Joel Miller cracks a lopsided smile at you, excuses himself from his conversation with a pestering mom, and crosses the room to the two of you.Â
Heâs wearing a red flannel shirt, rolled up on his burly forearms, tucked into a pair of dark jeans with a black belt holding the pants up. His hair is slightly wet from a shower, you presume, and he smells of aftershave and smoke and cedar wood. He looks so good, standing in front of you with those all-encompassing brown eyes, you think you might cry.Â
Those said eyes fall over you, and admire your dress, your hair, your everything. He looks down at his daughter, watching you both with avid attention.Â
âDonât you have friends to get back to, chick?â he cocks an eyebrow down at his scheming daughter.Â
She rolls her eyes, smoothing out her blue dress. Her hair is braided into a bun at the back of her head, matching teal flowers pinned in her curls. âOkay, dad. Have fun!â
She races back to her group of friends and leaves you and Joel alone, two awkward adults who feel like kids again.
âYou did her hair tonight?â you smile softly, gushing a bit now. âIt looks so nice.â
He flushes and scratches the back of his neck, âThank you. I tried my best, she did most of it. I just wanted tonight to be perfect for her. She forced me to come, though.â
âShe got me, too,â you tilt your head, biting back a grin. âShe should be a lawyer when she grows up, this kid.â
He looks out at her dancing with her friends and smiles fondly, âShe would be great.â His eyes fall back down to you, âYou look beautiful... by the way.â
You beam, âThank you. You clean up pretty well yourself, too, Joel.â
A blush spreads across his nose and cheeks, âThanks. I was worried it was too simple and that I should have worn a suit... I didnât know if it was nice enough to-â
You place your hand on his arm to stop his rambling, âYou look great. Seriously. Donât worry, all the moms and teachers will still drool over you.â
He pinches his brow when he stares down at you. You get the sudden urge to smooth out the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, ease his tensions.Â
âReally?â he pins you down with his stare, but his dark eyes are glittering with amusement. âYouâre way off base, sweetheart, I promise you. None of them think of me like that.â
You ignore the heat blooming in your chest at the nickname, he used it often but it never failed to make your brain short-circuit, âThey all talk about you.â
He raises his eyebrows, âYouâre joking.â
Jealousy swirls in your belly at the thought of these women and the things youâve heard around school, but you pull it together with a quick tilt of your head, âIâm not laughing, am I?â
He notices your jaw clench a bit and how you gulped before speaking, logging the observations for later, âHow do you notice?â
âHow do you not!â you say, moving to his side and unintentionally brushing your arm against his. He shivers. âItâs obvious. Itâs hard not to.â
His eyes linger on your lips before glancing back up your eyes, âMaybe Iâve been distracted.â
You grow flustered under his gaze and look ahead, stammering, âYeah... maybe. And well... Sarah tells me that they ask her about your life in the pickup line after school. So itâs proving to be borderline obsession,â you laugh.
He smiles softly, seeing past your nerves, âPoor Sarah. She must love that,â he says dryly.Â
âSarah might say some choice words about them,â you shrug your shoulders. âSheâs fine, though. I probably shouldnât have told you, we tend to share secrets,â you look at him, filled with care for his daughter, for him.
âShe adores you,â he says sincerely and you can tell by the warmth in his tone that he means it and appreciates it. âYouâve quickly become one of her favorite people within a little over half a school year. Tommy thinks youâre great too, from the few interactions youâve had when he picks her up sometimes.â
You grin and his chest seizes at the light that exudes from your sweet expression, âTommyâs a wonderful uncle. Good brother too. He talks about you often.â
âOh yeah?â he looks at you, his voice sends shivers straight through you. âAnd what does he say?â
âCanât betray a friendâs trust,â you shake your head, teasing.Â
He discreetly shows you his flask of whiskey, âNot even if I let you drink from my emergency flask?â
âMaybe Iâll tell you one thing,â you hold up a finger and he slips you the flask, cracking a dazzling smile, while you turn around and take a long sip. The DJ transitions the E.D.M to a slow song, something sweet and best to sway to.Â
He takes a long sip himself and tucks it away in his pocket again, holding out his hand to you, âDo you want to tell me while we dance, darlin?â
You look around the room, your boss nowhere in sight. There was technically no rule against dating a studentâs parent, but you didnât want the judgement. You knew the people around here talked and there would be rumors, shaming. But heâs looking at you like youâre the only person in the room, putting himself out on a limb just to ask you to dance.
It didnât have to mean anything anyway, it could just be two friends sharing a dance. Youâve danced with friends. Itâs the same thing. Your internal monologue was racing a mile a minute.Â
âAre we allowed to? I mean, as chaperones.â
âWeâre watching the students more closely.âÂ
âYeah, I just...â you pause, pinching your brow.
His face falls slightly. âIf you donât want to, we donât have to,â he starts to pull his hand away. âItâs really no-â
You put your hand in his, âIâd love to dance with you, Joel.â
Warmth blooms in his handsome face and he pulls you into the crowd of dancing people. Joel pulls you gently towards him, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap your arms up and around his neck. You both try to keep your distance, make a good example for the kids, but itâs growing increasingly harder for him not to hold you close and kiss you right here in front of all these people.Â
You catch Sarah giggling excitedly at you both dancing, whispering with her friends. You roll your eyes with a small smile.Â
You look up at Joel, resisting the urge to lay your head against his chest, âYou still want to know something Tommy said?â
âDesperately,â he laughs.Â
âHe told me you said Iâm pretty.â
Rosy color spreads across his nose, but his eyes are darkened, his lips part slightly, âI shouldâve known heâd tell you.â
âSo heâs telling the truth?â
His eyes soften, âOf course he is.â
âWell... thank you,â you flush, blood rushing to your face, making Joel smile. You feel like a schoolgirl again.Â
He chuckles, eyes searching your face, âYouâre welcome.â
You tilt your head, âYouâre pretty, too, Joel.â
He spins you as the song picks up a bit and pulls you back to him, your dress spinning as you do. He pulls you back against his chest, hands in against shirt and his around your waist. Warmth radiates from his broad chest, his hands are calloused even through the fabric of your slip dress, and your breath catches in your throat.
He doesnât pay any mind to the stares he gets for doing it, but he lets his head drop to your shoulder, writing love letters in your skin when he lets out a breath. He says nothing about the compliment but heâs holding you closer, and thatâs all he needs to do. A quiet understanding washes over the two of you in that moment.Â
Joelâs always been the strong and silent type, but the longer the two of you have known one another, the closer you get, heâs begun to let more things slip. He begins to ramble, his nerves making an appearance when heâs near you, a teenager again. Then there are times like now when his actions do all the talking for him and neither of you need to comment on it.Â
Then there are others when he wonât shut the fuck up.Â
âPeople are looking,â you whisper.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â
â...No.â
âThen why do you care what they think?â
Thereâs a beat of silence before you sigh out the three words, âI donât know.â
âWeâre not Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey over here, the kids will be fine,â he teases. Then he lifts his head to bring your joined hands up to his side, moving you to the changed song with the more upbeat tempo.Â
You snort, âWouldnât that be something.â
âIf we were somewhere else...â he muses, looking at you to gauge your reaction.
You meet his eyes, your own crinkling with amusement, âYouâd do the lift?â
He throws his head back with a thunderous laugh, âIâd try for you.â
âThink Iâm too heavy?â
âGod, no,â he spins the two of you, dodging a pair of kids dancing. âIâm just old.â
âYouâre like 35, Joel.â
âYouâre only 27, you donât get it yet,â he whispers into the side of your hair and you laugh, not even bothering to glance in the direction of the judgmental moms and teachers.Â
Joel Miller had a talent of making you feel like the only person in the room.Â
The song ends and you feel out of breath just from being this close to him. You step away from him and smile softly, âI gotta run to the restroom. Iâll be back.â
His eyes sweep over you, then he nods, âOkay.â
âWhat?â you grin. âNo dad joke about not falling in?â
âIâm classy Joel tonight,â he chuckles. âNo bathroom jokes.â
You shake your head with a laugh as you walk back towards the restrooms. Stepping inside, you move to stand in front of the mirror and grab your lipstick from your bag, fixing up your makeup. You try to calm your nerves, hands shaking when you bring the golden tube to your lips.Â
After taking a deep breath, your mind begins to wander about how his hands felt on your skin and how he thinks youâre pretty. The thoughts fill your head and litter your skin with goosebumps.Â
You donât usually like being the center of attention, but with Joel around you, it was hard not to be. And you couldnât say you minded it.Â
A few other women walk through the door and you recognize them to be Bethany, Sarahâs rude math teacher, Cara, a mom who gives you trouble constantly, and Kristina, another mom who thinks Joel is hot and constantly asks Sarah questions about him.Â
âHey, y/n!â Bethany draws out in a sing-song, forced way that sends a chill through your body. âSaw you out dancing with Mr. Miller. Ainât yâall cute?â
You look at her blankly in your reflection and she clears her throat.Â
âAdorable,â Caraâs shark eyes roam you over in the mirror, making you feel small as you fix your foundation. You donât let it show though, you werenât going to give them the satisfaction.
âSuch a shame about Joelâs wife,â Kristina hums, putting on her own bright pink lipstick. âWonder if heâs still looking for a stepmom for sweet little Sarah.âÂ
The three of them laugh together and you feel your blood pressure quickly rise. Three wild vultures circling a carcass, kicking it while itâs down.Â
âCan we not tonight, ladies?â you turn around to look at them. âLetâs just forget this and have fun.â
âWhat do you mean, dear? This is fun,â Bethany blinks her stark, blue eyes, red lips curling. âThis must be a lot for her though, girls. Sheâs probably having a rough time considering what happened to her.â
You freeze.
âOh yeah...â Cara finishes her makeup and frowns at you. âI remember hearing your fiancee passed away before you came here, how sad.â
Your blood runs cold, sirens going off in your head, and a pounding begins in your skull. No oneâs brought up Rick since youâve gotten here, youâve dodged the questions from the nosy parents, the gossiping neighbors, and the rude coworkers. You donât know how they figured it out, and now you feel it, being back in the car with Rick the night that it happened.Â
Joel and Sarah didnât even know, you had pushed it to the back of your mind so you would never find it again. Now itâs coming back like a wave, full force, and pulling you under the current until youâre drowning.Â
âThen you moved here to Austin in July,â Kristina slits her eyes at you and cocks her head to the side. âNow youâre trying to get back out there with Joel, huh? Like youâd really have a chance with him.âÂ
She looks in your direction and itâs as if she sees right through you, past your carefully created facade and into your core, that sad, broken girl with no family left and nowhere to go.Â
Your eyes fill with hot tears, you want to run away, but you canât move. Youâre frozen, feet glued to the linoleum tile.Â
âI knew Rick... your fiancee,â Bethany says. âHe was so sweet. We went to college together.â
âSo sweet,â Cara looks at you and flashes another sickly sweet smile.
You inhale sharply, tears falling down your face. You hastily wipe it away, âI... I gotta go.â
You grab your purse off the counter and rush out of the door, slamming into a hard chest and a pair of hands that fly to catch you by the waist.Â
Joel stares down at you, grounding you, and your eyes begin to brim with tears, âWhatâs wrong, sugar? What happened?â
The words tumble out of you, wiping away the tears that slip out while you ramble on, âNothing, I just... the women in there, theyâre horrible, they hate me, and they make me feel like shit. They brought up Rick and they think youâre hot and they think weâre dating and I just wanna go. Iâm just gonna go home-â
He looks over your head at three women leaving the bathroom, waving in his direction.Â
Joel looks back down at you before tucking his fingers into the straps of your dress and pulling you into a searing kiss. Your inhale sharply when his soft lips meet yours, and your hands grip onto his flannel shirt, sighing into his mouth. He slips his hands up to the back of your neck, tilting your face up to kiss you more completely, unraveling you in his capable hands.Â
Bethany stares at you wide eyed, getting the other girls attention, all jaws dropped in utter shock at the image before them.Â
His tongue dances with yours as he moves his lips expertly, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheekbone as he coaxes your lips open. He hums small praises while tracing shapes into your skin. You let a small noise slip past you, unable to contain how good heâs making you feel, swallowing your sadness and helping you breathe again.Â
He groans as he forces himself to pull away from you, struggling not to kiss you again. Forgetting youâre not alone.Â
Joelâs hands slip down to rest on your shoulders, lips flushed and swollen from the kiss, voice gravelly, âI hate terrible people.â
You look at him, mouth parted, lipstick probably smudged. He licks his lips before glaring at back at the women before they scoff and walk away, muttering under their breath.Â
Neither of you get the time to speak of it before Sarah is running down the hallway, after hearing the commotion. You and Joel split apart when she comes up, and sheâs smiling widely.Â
âKelsey asked if I could sleepover, can I go get my stuff at the house and go to her place? Pretty please,â she begs her dad, clasping her hands together.Â
He tears his eyes away from you and nods, smiling, âYeah, thatâs fine. Weâll head home and Iâll walk you there.â
Sarah grins happily before looking up at you. âEverything okay, y/n?â
You force a smile and fix a flower falling out of her hair, âYeah, Iâm good. And I think Iâm ready to go, too.â
âDo you need a ride?â Joel asks. âI know you walked here cause we all live so close, but I donât want you walkinâ home in the dark. Also Sarahâs got control of the radio on the way back,â he offers you a grin. âSheâs got good taste.â
âWeâre listening to 80âČs hits,â Sarah nods, taking her job very seriously.Â
You nod, feeling better just by being near the two of them. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
~~~
âHead Over Heelsâ by Tears For Fears is blaring through Joelâs truck and youâre humming under your breath while Sarah is screaming it in the backseat. Joel laughs at his daughter in the rearview mirror.Â
Grieving your boyfriendâs death has been something youâve pushed aside for a long time. You knew these women could be catty, but you never thought theyâd be downright cruel to you, bringing up Rick the way they did. Looking out the window, you think back to the moment you felt frozen in that bathroom, unable to speak or move. You feel embarrassed for not standing up for yourself, blaming yourself instead of them and their hateful words.Â
Joel notices your faraway expression and rests his hand on your thigh in a way so Sarah canât see. He rubs his thumb over your bare skin and it both calms and excites you, heat rushing to the apex of your legs.Â
You let out a small sigh and lean back into the chair, resting your hand on top of his. He has to rip his eyes off of you, willing himself to ignore your pleased exhales if he was going to drive properly.Â
He pulls the car into the driveway one-handed and comes to a stop, turning around to talk to Sarah, âGo grab your stuff, chick, and weâll go to Kelseyâs.â
She nods and hops out, running towards the house.
Joel turns to you, hand still on your leg, clearly nervous, âDo you want... do you want to come inside? I have wine and some clothes you can put on, if you want something more comfortable.â
You search his set features for confirmation, âYou sure? I can just walk next door to my house, I donât wanna put you out-â
âY/n...â he stops you. âYou should know by now that if I say something I mean it, I promise you.â
You didnât know if it was a good idea being with him alone like this, but you honestly didnât want to be by yourself right now.Â
You relent with a nod, âAlright. You had your chance to change your mind,â you flash a sneaky smile.Â
The two of you step out of the car and head into his house. Sarahâs already tumbling down the stairs, changed into pajamas with a packed bag slung over her shoulder, âReady to go when you are.â
âDamn, you got ready fast, kid,â he laughs despite himself. âLetâs go.â
Sarah runs up and hugs your side, âBye, y/n!â
âHave fun with Kelsey, be safe, okay?â you squeeze her shoulder.Â
Joel whispers to you as they walk to the door, âThereâs shirts upstairs and some shorts you can borrow. Make yourself at home, okay?â
âOkay,â you smile softly.Â
They head out and leave you alone in the dimly lit house. You exhale slowly and head up the stairs to go to his room. You look around at the messy bedroom, one king size bed with blue covers, and minimal decorations. It felt like him, smelled like him, cedar and oak and smoke. You open one of his drawers to grab one of his big tee shirts from work, and a pair of baggy gym shorts.Â
You slip out of your dress, let down your hair, and set your red shawl down on top of it. You tug on the big tee shirt and pull on the gym shorts. As much as you had liked that dress, you feel like you can finally breathe now, much more comfortable in your sleepwear now. The clothes smelled of him, too, and it filled your chest with heat, a red glow pouring out of you.Â
Youâre in Joel Millers room... wearing his clothes.Â
You canât help but look around at the photos of Sarah and him in framed photos, some hung on the wall and others propped up on his drawers. Thereâs one photo that catches your eye in particular, though, the side of it folded in and tucked into the frame. Itâs Joel smiling down at Sarah, just a baby in his arms, and thereâs a part of the photograph hidden. But you spot a glimpse of a yellow dress in the corner, the rest of it hidden away.Â
You wonder if itâs Sarahâs mom. You donât know much about her, just that Sarah says she never got to know her, and hardly remembers anything about her. It broke your heart hearing that, wishing she could have, but also selfishly wanting to be that person for her.
âFound what you needed?âÂ
You jump at Joelâs sudden presence in the room and turn around to him. âSorry, I wasnât trying to snoop, I-â
He smirks and it feels like a lit match to your insides, âI know, darlin. Nothing to be sorry about.â
His eyes trail over you in his clothes, your arms folded under your chest, âYou look good in my clothes, sweetheart. Better than I do, thatâs for sure.â
You smile, âThank you. And thanks for letting me borrow them. I feel better.â
He pinches his brow together, âDo you want to talk to me more about what happened? We donât have to, but just know Iâm here.â
You take a step towards him, âI know, I just havenât talked about him in a long time.â
âHim?â his eyebrows raise.
You laugh at his shock, moving past him so he follows you downstairs, âDown, boy. Iâm single, wouldnât have let you kiss me if I wasnât.â
He blushes. âWell, then, what about him?â he trails behind you to his kitchen. âIf you donât mind my asking.â
You love his Texan drawl and voice a bit too much, how deep and molasses like it was, how it coated you in sweetness and didnât let up. Maybe it was because you werenât from here and you werenât used to it. But his was different and it affected you all the same.Â
âI might tell you,â you hop up on the countertop. âOver a glass of wine.â
Joel cracks a smile, happily obliging your request with one of his wine bottles, âI can do that.â
He pours you a glass of red and hands it to you, âSo... whoâs Rick?â He sips his own.
âMy um... my ex fiancee,â you say, taking a long sip of your wine. âIt feels weird calling him that...â you let out a dark laugh. â-since the two of us never ended it ourselves, it sounds wrong. But he uh-â your voice gets thick. âHe died the beginning of last year.â
His face falls, genuinely on your behalf, wanting to wrap you in his arms, but also wanting to let you continue, âIâm so sorry, y/n.â
Youâve heard that more times than you can count from friends, family, and strangers alike, but from him, itâs one of the most sincere youâve ever heard. You actually believe he truly cares and you wonder why you didnât tell him sooner, maybe worried youâd scare him off. You wanted a fresh start in a place where no one knew Rick, where no one knew what happened.Â
âThank you,â you sniff, mustering up a small, grateful smile before you continue. âIt was New Yearâs Eve. I didnât know he had been drinking... he really seemed fine,â you recount like it was just yesterday that it happened.Â
âHe didnât see the ice on the roads,â you take another long sip, hands shaking again. You clear your throat, âI tried to help him, I thought we would be fine. But there was a bridge... and we went off. He got me out,â you blink the tears away, breathing out the words as if expelling them from your person. Like you wouldnât have to hold onto them anymore. âHe didnât.â
âIâm alive because of him,â you inhale sharply, finally looking at Joel. âAnd heâs dead because I didnât notice...â
He frowns, âIt is absolutely not your fault, y/n. Itâs a horrible thing that happened and it is not because of you.â
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and it breaks Joelâs heart a bit more and more, âI havenât thought about it in so long. And they brought him up in the bathroom. I donât know how they found out, I havenât told a soul here.â
Protectiveness slips into his deep tone of voice as he steps towards you, it sends a shock through you, âWhat did they say about him?â
You shake your head, letting out a laugh, âItâs not important.â
âIt is absolutely fucking important,â his eyes darken when he speaks to you, youâd never seen him so worked up before. âIâll go to the damn superintendent if I have to, theyâre grown ass adults. They shouldnât use the death of your fiancee against you.â
You canât help but let a smile slip through, âItâs cute how mad you are about this.â
He scoffs, mirroring your amused expression, âBelieve me, Iâve dealt with the wolves before. They ask you inappropriate questions and dig into your personal life, pushing your boundaries like itâs nothing. No one can have any secrets around here.â
âYeah,â you sniff. âI noticed that.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before he sighs and says quietly between the two of you, âWhen they found out about Sarahâs mom leaving her when she was a baby, they brought it up to her at a school picnic. Made her feel small. She ran home, crying her eyes out. Iâd never seen her so upset. I was scared what I would do. It broke me.â
You nod in understanding, âThatâs awful, Joel. Iâm sorry. For you and for Sarah.â
âThe next time they brought it up, Sarah asked Bethany why sheâd been divorced six times. You should have seen the look on her face,â he laughs and you join him, throwing your head back at the mental image of Bethanyâs pinched, angry face.Â
âOh my god, I love Sarah so much,â you let your head fall into your hands, still laughing loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen.Â
âI was very proud,â he grinned.Â
âIâd hope so,â you tilt your head slightly. âShe gets it from you. I wonder how she got that information about Bethany.â
âBeats me,â he smirks and you narrow your eyes affectionately in his direction. âSmart kid, that one.â
The two of you let the moment sink in for a bit in the silence. Joelâs standing between your legs now, hands on either side of your thigh, steadying himself. He searches your face like he did at the start of the evening, fingers itching to touch you again.Â
âShould we...â you finally say, pulling you both back into reality. âShould we talk about the kiss back there?â
âWhatâs there to talk about about?â
You frown, filling with a sense of dread that youâve misread this entire night, âWhat do you mean?â
He jumps to fix what he said, hands falling to splay out on your thighs, âNo, baby, wait not like that-â he sighs. âShit, Iâm sorry, Iâm out of practice with this, sweetheart-â
You press a kiss to his lips, causing him to abruptly cease his rambling. You tilt your head and pull away from hm after just a couple seconds. He leans against you even after youâre away from him, lips trying to follow you.Â
âI just meant...â you whisper with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes. âLike what does this mean? Because I havenât done something like this since Rick and Iâm trying not to feel guilty...â
âGuilty bout what?â
âFor moving on.â
âYou shouldnât feel guilty for that,â he shakes his head, lowering his voice. âI understand if youâre not ready though. It took me awhile, to open again, I still havenât completely... But I canât imagine how difficult it must be for you. And I know Iâve never met Rick, but I believe heâd want you to be happy. With whoever, even if itâs not me.â
Your heart cracks open at the sweetness of his words, splitting you in two right in front of him. You know you shouldnât feel bad, even if youâve moved on from loving Rick, a part of you will always mourn and have a place in your heart for him. You needed to realize there was more than enough room to let other people in too.Â
Your eyes soften, âYouâre more out of practice than I thought if you think Iâve moved on with anyone else but you, Joel Miller.â
His eyes darken with something like raw desire and complete adoration, something like love that you havenât seen in a long, long time. You donât know if heâs been looking at you like this all along and if youâve just now begun to notice.Â
Joel leans down to whisper to you, hand on your neck, thumb tucked under chin and other fingers on the side of your throat, squeezing just so. You dreamed of this, thought if he would be rough or sweet, when he was really a stunning, swirling mix of both.Â
âYou were so jealous earlier,â his voice is wrecked in your ear, low and gravelly. âI thought I was just imagining it at first, but talking about those moms that think of me, you got so red. It was so sexy, sweetheart.â
You gasp a little, wanting to deny it, tease him. But who were you both kidding? You were jealous, and now thereâs a warm satisfaction in the center of your chest at the fact they were wrong. Singing insults, saying he wouldnât want you. Now youâre in his kitchen in the middle of the night wearing his shirt and heâs in between your legs, pressing against you.Â
âThey said I didnât have a chance with you,â you tangle you hands in his shirt, tugging him closer.Â
He shakes his head, eyes never leaving you, âIâm only yours, baby. Always have been.â
You all but pounce on him in that moment, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him close. He laughs just before you softly press your lips against his, the rumbling, beautiful sound vibrating against you. Youâre tugging at each other almost immediately, his hands pulling and sliding up and down your waist while your arms wrap around his head. You fingers slide through his brunette curls, pleasantly humming at the satisfaction of knowing his hair is just as soft as you imagined, how even his rough hands feel gentle, and how his lips move with yours, slowly, languidly, painfully.Â
âYouâre beautiful...â he kisses the words into your neck, repeating it over and over. âMy beautiful, beautiful, girl.â
âJoel...â you sigh out and tilt your head back.Â
âPuts your arms around my neck, baby,â he whispers, arms pulling your legs up so they wrap around his torso. âWhat I want to do to you wonât work exactly on my kitchen counter.â
You quickly oblige him and he carries you up his stairs, your hands and lips never leaving each others. He stumbles while holding you, making you giggle into his shoulder, shrieking when he almost drops you.
âWas this the kind of lifting you had in mind with me tonight?â you smile softly into his skin.Â
He kicks open his bedroom door, âIâve always had this in my mind, sweetheart.â
You both drop onto the bed, wanting to take this slow but also get to what youâve both been wanting as soon as possible. Heâs atop you, hands on either side of your head while you kiss like college students, handsy and messy and surprisingly amazing. How fast you two fit together, how good it feels. He grinds his lower half into yours. You moan into his mouth, earning one from him, both enjoying and exploring the other.Â
âI wanna taste you, sugar,â he lifts your chin up with his fingers, kissing down your chin then your neck then your collarbone and chest.Â
You wordlessly slip off your, his, shirt revealing that you have nothing on beneath it. He inhales sharply, taken aback by you. Your fingers scramble for the buttons of his flannel and you honestly think you break a few, moving so quickly.Â
âImpatient, are we?â
You look up at him through your lashes, âJust know what I want.â
Joel shrugs off his shirt, undoes his belt, and pulls off his jeans. You barely have time to admire his toned body, broad shoulders before he descends. He tugs off your, his, shorts, tosses them, and kisses everywhere his fingers leave, wet, open mouthed whispers against hot skin that make moisture pool between your thighs. His lips trail from your belly to your inner thighs and back up again.Â
âNothing underneath?â he kisses the soft flesh, noting the slick at the apex of your legs. âThis all for me, darlin?â
You nod when he licks a stripe up your cunt, âOnly you, Joel.â
He buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved, rutting against the bed like heâs enjoying it as much as you are. You all but scream at the way heâs unraveling you with his tongue, circling your clit, accompanying his skilled mouth with his equally capable fingers, bigger than yours
When you tug at the ends of his hair, he groans into you, the noises fueling the coil in your gut, begging it to splinter and snap. He sucks hard and you let out a loud moan at the feeling. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. Joelâs tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks.Â
Your orgasm washes over you, the pressure relieving through every nerve and vessel, his name a prayer leaving you over and over. Wishing for him to come fix you again.Â
You pull him up to you and bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places while you taste yourself in his kiss.Â
âCan I...?â you ask him, hands slipping down to palm him through his boxers.Â
He groans, head falling into the crook that meets between your neck and shoulder, âAs much as I would enjoy that, baby... weâre gonna need to do that later. Need to be inside you.â
You look at him for a moment, just breathing him in as cheesy as it sounds. Itâs only hit you now how much youâve been longing for this.
âYou have all of me,â you tell him, moonlight sculpting his handsome features.Â
âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting for you to say that, y/n...â your name is blanketed by his voice, delivered to you in the way Zeus gives the world lightning. Simple bursts of electricity that can tear the earth.Â
You hold his stubbled jaw in your hands, rubbing his cheek with your thumbs. He doesnât remember a time anyone has ever looked at him like you do, gently, adoringly, openly.
Joel puts his lips near your ear, kissing your temple, âAre you ready for me, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.Â
Your hair is in messy tendrils in every which way and youâve never been more breathtaking to him. The color of your eyes brighter, skin flushed with warmth, and lips puffy. His eyes scan over your face, committing your soft and sharp features alike to memory. Lust blown and glowing with dewy sweat.Â
âEyes on me, beautiful,â he holds your jaw in his hand, kissing you again.Â
He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me,â he praises in your ear, littering kisses across your jaw. âWanted you for so long...â he find your lips again with his own.
You mewl into his lips, licking his tongue as he pushes inside you again and again and again.
This past year of stolen glances and touches seem so pointless when it could have been this, this beautiful mess of limbs and lips and tongue. You never knew euphoria until this moment.Â
Joelâs hips begin to stutter and youâre both already close to release. You lick up his throat and kiss a constellation across his jaw, feeling him gulp under your touch.
âKeep kissing me like that, sugar, and Iâm done for.â
You canât help yourself, overwhelmed with feeling as the two of you reach your climax together. Blissful and stupid. His lips wander down your neck and nipping that sweet spot, as you arch into him.
As you both lay there, chests heaving slips parted, he smiles down at you.
You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each otherâs bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, continuing on in euphoric waves, leaving you aching and wanting more. He kisses you through it and it aches, all of the love you have pouring into him and him into you.
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Hi bubbs, đ anon here. I never made a request before, but I'd like to make one now. Can you write a fic in which reader gets injured and Azriel takes care of her and tends to her wounds? Reader has been through a lot in the past so she doesn't know how to react to someone taking care of her. Both of them are also secretly pining for one another. Pls write it if you have the time, no pressure. Much love to you Queen, bye byeđ.
Hey, gorgeous! Enjoy!đâš
Keep you safe
Azriel hated when Rhys sent you out on missions alone or with anyone who wasnât him. When it came to you he trusted no one. It was stupid. Over the top stupid but he just couldnât. Couldnât make himself settle when he wasnât the one guarding your back. And then maybe it was the fact that something deep within his chest burnt for you. It was easy with you. From day one you had managed to see right through him. Right through everything he thought he was masking like a true mastermind.
âIf you had come to nag me about putting her on a search team with other boys, you donât have to. By now I know what you will drill me forâ, Rhys spoke up before Azriel had a chance to fully enter his study. âI just donât understand why you do itâ, the spymaster slowly closed the door before turning to his brother, âYou know how much it unsettles meâ. Rhys put down his pen, looking straight up at Azriel, âMan up then and tell her how you feelâ, and that was enough to make Azriel's shoulders go stiff. âStop with that nonsense. Arenât you tired of trying to play a matchmaker?â, but Azrielâs words only made Rhys smirk. âYou can make her yours, admit how youâre feeling, and have an advantage over my decisions. Or you can sulk for the rest of your life because, brother, youâre not getting any youngerâ, Rhysâs eyes pierced through Azriel. He slowly nodded his head before turning around, âYou donât know shitâ, he reached for the door handle once more, âOh, and if something happens to her because of this choice of yoursâ, his eyes now much darker, landed on his high lord, âYour pretty face will take a beating. My condolences to Feyreâ, and with that, he was gone.
It was an anxious couple of days of sitting around. The reports Azriel had to fill out were adding up but he couldnât get his mind to settle. And then he heard it. The sea of voices. Among them a voice he would recognize anywhere. Azriel is quick to jump to his feet, rushing down the stairs. And there you stand. Your fighting leather was still on as you gave your last orders to the soldiers that had come with you.
âY/nâ, the shadow singer called out with a tight nod. Your eyes. Tired eyes meet his. A light smile pulls at the corner of your mouth, âAzrielâ. The soldiers give clipped nods to both of you before hurrying away. âDidnât even say goodbyeâ, Azriel crosses his arms over his chest. âYou know i hate goodbyesâ, you snicker, turning slightly only to hiss beneath your breath. âIs everything okay?â, the question falls out of his mouth way too quickly but your well-being has been the center of attention ever since you left. âYeah, perfect. Need to give Rhys a rundownâ, and thatâs when his eyes notice your clammy-looking skin, the slight tremble.
Azriel reaches out, grabbing your arm, and the dampness of it strikes him. He lets go in a hurry only to be met with a bloody palm. âYnâŠâ, itâs barely a whisper as his vision zeros onto the crimson staining his skin. âIt is nothingâ, you brush it off so carelessly that it makes Azrielâs blood boil. âNothing? Youâre bleeding all over the foyerâ, he whispers shouts, stepping right in front of you, blocking your way away from him. âIâll clean it up?â, you try, not too sure as to what would calm this sudden fury burning in him. His wild eyes look you over. And then there is darkness. The coldness of his shadows surrounded everything.
âSitâ, he orders before the mist of his darkness even has a chance to fizzle out. âAzriel you canât just take me like thatâ, you hiss out both in pain and frustration. To his apartment outside the city, he had winnowed you. Just like that. Just because. âBut it seems like I didâ, he sassed over his shoulder before pointing to the sofa, âsit down, woman, before I sit you downâ. You gape at him for a moment. Under any other circumstance you would be putting him in his place but now⊠now you just feel weaker and weaker by the minute.
âYou are being childishâ, you point out, welcoming the feeling of ease once your body eases against the sofa. âYou are being carelessâ, he throws your own words at him. Ones that you had thrown at him on multiple occasions after his missions. âShirt offâ, Azriel asks, motioning to the material. âAzriel, this is nothingâ, you try to reason once again. You donât want him to see you like this. You can lick your wounds on your own. Have done that your whole life.
âSay that one more timeâ, itâs a dare you know that. Know him. Just as you know the more you push, the more likely it is that he will be the one doing the undressing. âFineâ, you huff, âIâll show you so you will get out of my hairâ, itâs mean and rude at best, because he had been nothing but nice. You just canât wrap your head around someone caring. But even you halt at the sight of the angry-looking gash surrounded by bruises. You havenât looked at it since the attack. You felt it yes. But it didnât feel that bad. Not to mention the puss slowly forming at the edges. Infected. A chill runs down your back.
âFuckâ, Azrielâs voice fills in the silence. âIt wasnâtâŠâ, you start but your voice dies. âSit, or better lay downâ, and there it is, the collected composure, âIâll fetch clean clothes and Madjaâs slavesâ, heâs quick to step into his neatly arranged storage room. Searching through the medical supplies. âSheâs not in Velaris now but I will make sure she comes here first thing when she returnsâ, heâs rambling now. Meaning itâs bad. He thinks itâs bad too.
Youâre only in your breast wrap when Azriel returns. He would admire you. What man wouldnât but not now. Not when your chest is coming up and down in broken breathes. Your face looking ashy. âThis will hurt. Hold onto my shouldersâ, he kneels between your legs, dampening the material. âIâm goodâ, you say through clenched teeth, letting your head fall over the back of the sofa. Azriel watches you, âI warned youâ, he mutters before pressing the cloth to your wound.
Your hands shoot up as quickly as the pain making you cry out. Reaching for the man tending your wounded side. âBreathe through it. Nice and slowâ, his lips brush against the side of your head. You didnât even realize when he had leaned over you. âIt hurtsâ, you cry out, feeling the tears rolling down your cheeks. âLook at me, Iâve got youâ, his forehead is pressed to yours. Eyes watching you. He gives you a quick nod and you nod alongside him, âMake it quickâ. Another tight nod and the salve-soaked material is once again against your burning flesh.
You cry out, head falling onto Azrielâs shoulder. The agony of it all catches up quickly to you. âJust a bit moreâ, he pleads, trying to clean away all the crusted-over blood and puss. âYouâre doing great. So brave. So strongâ, you want to bite back that youâre not a child that needs praise but his words soothe something inside you.
âLay down, you will feel dizzyâ, Azriel reaches out to steady your head back. âAny more not serious cuts on your body?â You lift your arm, one he had grasped. Itâs a much shallow wound the bleeding had stopped by now. Yet Azriel tends to it as carefully. You watch him do it. The way he has that almost permanent frown on his face. As if every bruise and cut had personally offered him. âIâll wrap you upâ, he mutters after a while, gathering all the blood-soaked clothes. âI can do it myself, you did enoughâ, The truth is you donât want to move. Or more like donât know if you can. Azriel just looks down at you before sighing, âI understand now why you get pissed when I play big boy around youâ, you canât help but smile a little. Tending to him was always a headache but you always got him to give in. âGot to keep you on your toes nowâ, you whisper, not trusting your voice.
âJust let me look after youâ, he mutters and you take a moment to soak in his worried eyes. âWhy?â, deep down you know the answer but thereâs an urge now. Urge to hear him say it. âBecauseâŠâ, Azriel breathes out, stalling, âBecause Iâve been worried sick since you left, because this will help my mind settleâ. He shakes his head slightly, âBecause I care⊠about youâ. You take a shaky breath in, wanting to reach out for him. âAzâŠâ, you mutter. âDonât say anything now. Heal first and let me help you do so fasterâ, he cups your face, before going back to fetch the bandages.
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Omg congrats on so many followers! That's so amazing and so well deserved! Might I request Echo and Female reader and the sort of prompt is kissing as a disguise? (It can absolutely get a bit spicy too fyi :0) Oh also can reader just be someone who has been with the batch long enough to be familiar with them and such? Thank you!!! x <3
Kiss Me Quick*** đ
𫧠pairing: Echo X Female!Reader
word count: 2.7k
prompts: none
When you and Echo pair up to track a missing shipment for Cid, you both didnât anticipate that it would end with you two finding somewhere to be alone.
warnings: Light NSFW, 17+ only, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating Trope, Steamy Kisses, Neck Kisses and Bites, Touchy-feely, Minor Alcohol Consumption, Reader Wearing a Dress.
a/n: sorry for the wait @mezmatch, enjoy đ«§
âWhat does she want now?â you muttered, a familiar mix of irritation and reluctance bubbling up.
All you wanted was a rare day of relaxation, but fate, also known as Cid, had other plans.
âProbably to do her dirty work for very little credit,â Echo sighed, shaking his head in agreement.
After taking a moment to mentally prepare, you stepped into Cidâs cluttered office. The Trandoshan greeted you with her usual disdain, referring to you as âgrumpsâ and Echo as âkilljoyâ.
When you asked for details, she waved you off dismissively and activated the console in the center of her office. A large hologram of a notorious crime lord flickered to life. Cid began outlining the mission: gathering information on a shipment of weapons for a mysterious client. But you sensed there was more to it than she was letting on. There always was.
âThis is a two-person job, and you two are the perfect candidates,â Cid announced, moving around her desk to take a seat. Her large claws tapped rhythmically across the surface. âAnd you two lovebirds get to dress up.â
âCould you not getâwait, what? Lovebirds?â You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Echo, who looked equally confused, albeit slightly more flustered.
Cid smirked, looking between the two of you. âOmega said you two were a thing.â
âNo, we are not a âthing,ââ Echo said, using air quotes and shaking his head. âBut more to the point, what do you mean by dress up?â
âDonât worry,â Cid said, her smirk widening. âBolo and Ketch are on it.â
You folded your arms and stared down at Cid. âI donât think taking fashion advice from those two is a great idea.â
Cid shrugged casually, waving you both off. âDonât worry about it. Now, get out.â
Relieved, you left the office with the door hissing shut behind you. âWell, this could be interesting,â you sighed.
Echo agreed with a small mumble, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. âUh, why do you think Omega said that about us?â
âYou know what sheâs like,â you chuckled, not thinking too much into it. âShe sees Hunter speaking to literally anyone and asks me if I think Hunter fancies them. Sheâs trying to play matchmaker.â
âFair point,â Echo chuckled, but your conversation was soon interrupted by the sound of bickering. Bolo and Ketch entered the parlor, making a beeline straight to you both.
What had Cid gotten you into now?
That evening, the Marauder settled into hyperspace as you and Echo dressed in the outfits Cidâs regulars had picked out for you. Surprisingly, they hadnât done too bad.
You slipped into a sleek, form-fitting dress in deep sapphire blue, which shimmered with your every movement. It was a far cry from your usual battle-worn attire, but you felt unexpectedly good in it.
Entering the cockpit, smoothing out the dress, you spotted Echo struggling with his cufflinks. âCan I help you with that?â you offered.
Echo was seated at the controls, and as he looked up, he did a double-take. None of the boys had ever seen you dressed so glamorously before. For a second, he thought you were a completely different person. His fingers stumbled, dropping the links as he tsked at himself in embarrassment. âGetting dressed in this kind of stuff is hard when you only have one hand,â he admitted, bending down to pick them up.
You moved closer, gently reaching out to help. âHere, let me.â
As you fixed the links to his cuffs, you also adjusted his slightly askew collar. Echo took a moment to truly look at you, noticing how stunning you looked. Though he had always found you beautiful, tonight you looked especially radiant. He didnât say anything, but the soft smile on his face spoke volumes.
âThere,â you said, stepping back. âAll set.â
âThanks,â Echo replied, his voice a little softer than usual. âYou lookâŠâ
Gorgeous.
Pretty.
Beautiful.
ââŠreally nice.â
He inwardly cringed at himself but saw your eyes shine at his compliment, which was clearly enough for you. And surprisingly, enough for him too.
You smiled, feeling a warmth creep up your cheeks. âYou donât look too shabby yourself, Sir,â
As you arrived, the grandeur of the event immediately struck you. Shimmering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a glittering glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The room buzzed with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, opulent decorations reflecting the wealth and status of the attendees.
Despite feeling out of place, you couldnât help but be intrigued by the luxurious surroundings. However, the mission was clear: infiltrate the event, locate the stolen shipment of weapons, and report back to Cid.
Moving through the crowd, you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, trying to get a sense of the situation. Your eyes continuously scanned for any sign of the crime lord or his associates, whose images Cid had ingrained in your minds. Despite the lavish setting, your nerves were on edge. You felt grateful to be teamed up with Echo; his presence gave you a sense of calm in case things went awry.
âIâm going to head right to see if I can catch a lead. Are you okay with going to the left?â Echo asked, his voice steady.
You smiled in agreement at his plan. He gave you a reassuring nod before you split up to cover more ground. You gravitated toward the bar and ordered a cocktail to blend in. The bartender handed you a drink that was a mesmerizing swirl of deep blue and violet, almost matching your dress. It had hints of citrus and a subtle sweetness that lingered on the tongue. You sipped it slowly, your eyes and ears open to any useful information.
As you listened to the murmurs around you, a light tap on your shoulder made you turn. Standing before you was the crime lord himself, tall and imposing in a sharp suit, exuding an aura of controlled menace. He offered a charming, if slightly unsettling, smile.
âEnjoying the evening?â he asked, his tone smooth and courteous.
You maintained your composure, smiling back. âItâs quite the event. Iâve never seen anything like it.â
He leaned on the bar, his eyes gleaming with interest. âIâm glad youâre having a good time. Itâs rare to see such beauty in these parts.â
From across the room, Echoâs gaze snapped to the scene. His posture tensed as he watched the exchange, a mix of concern and an unrecognizable pang twisting in his gut as he saw you speaking with the man. Without hesitation, he made his way over, weaving through the crowd.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were flirting with me,â you said, forcing a smile as you twirled the straw in your drink.
âAnd if I was?â he countered, his eyes dancing with mischief. âOr are you spoken for?â
Before you could answer, another familiar voice spoke up beside you. âIs everything alright over here?â
Relief washed over you as you saw Echo. When he reached you, you took a bold step, leaning into him, looping your arm through his, and resting your head against his shoulder. âThis is my better half,â you said with a sweet smile, hoping the ruse would deter the crime lord from his advances.
Echo, catching on quickly, wrapped his arm around your waist, playing along. âGood evening,â he greeted, his voice steady.
The crime lordâs eyes flickered between you both, a calculating look crossing his face before he let out a chuckle. âA lucky man, indeed,â he said.
âI am,â Echo started, shifting his position before looking across at you. âHas my love asked you about our proposal?â
You stayed silent, allowing Echo to take the reins. Although you should have been paying attention, you couldnât help but gaze at Echo, watching his lips move but not processing his words. His fingers gently caressed your waist, providing comfort and security. Had he always been so... alluring?
You felt breathless and almost flinched when Echoâs gaze suddenly locked onto you.
âW-What?â you stammered.
Echo raised an eyebrow at you, his hand slipping from your waist, leaving you feeling suddenly cold. âDid you hear what he said?â Echo asked, concern flickering in his eyes.
You blinked, overwhelmed, and took a step back as you realised you were in a whole different realm it seemed. You hadnât even noticed that the crime lord had left. âSorry, I... I think I blanked out for a moment,â you admitted, frowning.
He watched you curiously and politely took the drink from your hand, placing it on the bar. âMaybe lay off these?â he suggested with a soft chuckle.
You rolled your eyes, playfully nudging his shoulder. âI only had half of one,â you reiterated, not feeling up to explaining the real reason for your distraction. âAnyway, what intel did you get?â
âHe said the shipment is being moved to the docks. I told him we were thinking of getting in on the score.â
You raised an impressed eyebrow. âAnd he even didnât question it?â
âNot particularly, no. But itâs best we keep our wits about us,â Echo pointed out, scanning the surroundings before his eyes landed on you again. âWe should still ask around or listen for more information, just in case heâs misleading us.â
Agreeing, you and Echo split up once again. But you couldn't lie and say your mind wasn't elsewhere. Echo was definitely boyfriend material for anyone, but you never thought you'd find yourself wanting Echo to be your actual boyfriend. He settled into the role so easily that you wondered if he had done it once before in his 501st days.
Your thoughts were interrupted when a short yet intimidating associate of the crime lord blocked your path, his eyes sharp and scrutinising. âI hear you and your partner are interested in our operation,â he said suspiciously. âWhatâs your angle?â
âNo angle,â you lied smoothly, tilting your head down at him. âItâs just business.â
âWell darling, your business is now my business.â He stepped towards you, but you didnât back down and held your ground.
A smirk spread across your lips. âI donât think it is. Besides, itâs your boss I have business with, not his little pup.â
The manâs eyes flared with anger at your words, feeling the sting of your insult. âI donât trust you, or your little boyfriend. If he even is who you say he is.â
âIf I had a credit for every time I didnât care about your opinion, I wouldnât have to do this,â you countered, placing your fists on your hips. âNow run along.â
The man muttered something under his breath and stalked off, and you couldnât help but release the small breath you were holding. If that guy was wary of you and Echo, you were certain the others would catch on too.
You located Echo across the hall and swiftly made your way over to him, gently clutching his arm. âWe should get going.â
âWhat, why?â he asked, looking at you and then scanning the area for any potential dangers. You told him that people were growing suspicious of you both. As you looked around, you saw the associates talking quietly to one another, occasionally glancing at you and Echo.
Your mind fell back to the associate's words, wondering why he would think you and Echo couldnât possibly be partners. Was there anything you could do to sway their opinion?
Then, an idea clickedâa somewhat smart yet daring move.
You turned back to Echo, watching him as he scanned the environment, his hand resting on your hip. You felt a rush of wild emotions.
Letting go of his arm, your hand moved to his face, cupping his cheek and turning his face back to you softly. You met his eyes, slightly wide and curious but absolutely alluring. Leaning up, your lips landed on his.
You felt his faint gasp against your lips, but he quickly caught on to what you were doing. So, he brought you closer, his eyes fluttering closed.
At first, it started as just a peck, but as you went to pull back, his lips chased yours, not caring who or what saw.
Breaking the kiss eventually, your eyes silently spoke to each other. Without another word, Echo took your hand and led you to a quiet and secure area away from prying eyes. A flush of embarrassment suddenly surfaced, and you expected Echo to say you shouldnât do that again. But as you turned to face him, ready to apologise, he approached you with steadfast determination and kissed you again.
Surprised, you were backed into a desk, his arm wrapping around you and lifting you onto it with ease. You gasped against his lips, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him closer. The kiss intensified, filled with pent-up emotions of the night and laced desire. His hand roamed your body, his scomp link gently tracing your waist, sending waves of shivers down your spine.
"Echo," you whispered between kisses, your voice low and gentle.
He responded with a soft murmur of your name, his lips leaving yours before trailing down your neck.
Each touch of his lips peppering on your skin made your heart race and your breaths come faster. Was this really happening?
"Youâre so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes with a smirk. "And you look sexy dressed this way too."
The compliment sent a thrill through you, your cheeks flushing at his bold compliment. âEchoâŠâ you could only respond again with a soft sigh, his name the only thing on your mind.
Echo's grip tightened around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go. His lips moved back to your neck, and you couldn't help the small moans that escaped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his warm tongue licked at your exposed skin, followed by a soft nip of his teeth.
"You're everything I've ever wanted," he breathed, his voice filled with sincerity and desire. Your eyes close, gasping at the realisation that Echo had had these strong feelings for you and only now is able to truly express them. You wish he had told you earlier.
His scorching kisses made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before. The connection between you deepened with each touch, each whispered word. Tongue begging for entrance, you part your lips as soon as his lips touch yours, the passion burning through both of your bodies as your hands move up and down his chest.
âWhat if someone sees us?â You pant once you break for breath, physically melting as you watch his hand grasp the bottom of your dress, pulling it upwards to expose your legs.
âThen they donât get to question what you are to me,â he mumbles, drunk in love eyes meeting yours.
His hand started to slip up under your dress, sending a shiver of anticipation through you when suddenly, a sharp beep cut through the haze of your passion.
Echo pulled back, slightly breathless, as his comm went off. Cid's voice crackled through, impatient and nagging. âWhatâs taking so long? I need details, now. Youâre needed back.â
You both exchanged a look, a mixture of frustration and amusement, before Echo answered, his voice steady despite the interruption. âWeâll be there soon, Cid. Just wrapping up.â
He ended the call and looked back at you, his gaze softening. âWe should get going.â
You nodded, feeling a bit shy after the intensity of the moment being ruined . âYeah, we should.â
As you smoothed your dress out, you watched as Echo tried to fix his tie, which you had yanked on accidentally during the kiss. Smiling, you stepped closer and helped him adjust it. âThere.â
When you were done, you both met each other's gaze again. Echo couldnât help but place a gentle kiss on your lips. âCan we talk about what happened after the mission?â he asked softly, his eyes full of hope.
âOf course,â you replied, your heart fluttering. âIâd like that.â
You didnât want to admit it, but you should thank Omega, and even Cid, for bringing you both together.
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Lord of the Manor
Main Masterlist   Joel Miller Masterlist
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader- AU, no outbreak
Summary |Â Joel Miller is Lord of the Manor, and you are the woman who has been helping him for years in raising his two daughters. Joel, holding a matchmaking party, decides to dance with every maiden in the room, everyone but you. After seeing him do this, you are exhausted and jealous, so you leave the party early. Joel notices your absence and follows you down the dimly lit hallway, where you confess your feelings for him. It ends with him telling you he wants you in his bed.
Word Count: 4.2 K
Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut
Language, M! (Handjob)- you walk in as Joel is pleasuring himself, kissing, sexual tension, slow burn, references to customs in society with Lord of the Manor, the lady (you) is common folk, a slight sprinkle of angst throughout (but it ends with a happy ending), kiss and reference to sex.
A/N: This started as a drabble, and then this happened. It got away from me, but that's ok. Iâm thinking about continuing their story, but I can't decide. In the meantime, Enjoy!
Images by CAImages Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth. âShhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.â
You hated parties ever since you were a little girl. Women always took hours dressing, fussing over whether a proper suitor would ask them for their hand at a dance. Meanwhile, on the dance night, men would stand and ogle over women as if they were prized cattle for auction. You had convinced yourself for the longest time that attending these parties would be a mistake, especially since you were never the one chosen for a dance. Yet here you were, fussing over your hair and makeup because Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, extended you an invitation.
You werenât like all the other maidens at the party, coming from rich fathers, lords that ruled over the lands. You were a common folk woman, taken in by your fatherâs friend to be raised in a proper household after your parents died. Your foster father felt guilty just abandoning you when you were young when his best friend died of a horrible fever that swept through your village and created a lot of orphans. But that was what you were: an orphan, someone without living parents, and someone none of these men thought suitable as a wife or even for a simple dance. Â
You thought that maybe things would be different with Joel Miller, especially since recent events, but as the night went on, you started to feel your hope dwindling. Like every other dance you attended, you found yourself stuck on the side of the dance floor. No man approached you or requested a dance from you all night, especially Joel.
Joel Miller was an eligible bachelor and a man of many talents. He was older and a widower, his wife dying young while she gave birth to twins, both daughters, Ellie and Sara. Joel, raising his girls on his own, had stepped away from the duties of the Kingdom to choose an ordinary life as a farmer for a while. But two years ago, when his father became ill, he was called back to the kingdom to perform his duties as the only living heir to his fatherâs kingdom.Â
Joel wasnât like the other men here; he was older, a man in his later 30s, strong and capable. Word had it that when he took a woman to bed, he focused on her pleasure instead of his own, something that was unheard of, especially in this day and age. He treated women as equals and couldnât stand when anyone did anything less. Most days, he was seen in the courtyard with his daughters, with light and playful banter going back and forth between them. He cared, and everyone knew it. He also hasnât picked a suitable wife, which many had frowned on with him. But how can you force love?
You had gotten to know Joel over the last several years, being the woman who helped raise his daughters when duty called him back to his kingdom. You were always pleased to speak with him, and he always treated you with mutual respect and dignity, often unheard of in these parts of the world. Over the past six months, Joel teased you, joked with you, and even looked at you like only a husband would look at his wife. Â
At first, you were shocked to see Joel looking at you with stern eyes, drinking you in like you were his favorite meal. But when you accidentally walked into his bedroom, returning laundry, and found him sitting on his bed, stroking himself to obtain pleasure, you discovered that you were no longer the only one who was nervous.
âOh, I am so sorry, Lord Miller. I didnât know you were here,â you had said, shocked at the sight before you. Joel was sitting at the edge of his bed, thrusting up into his hand, trying to pleasure himself in the most personal way. His cock was thick and large, swollen with veins that ran down the underside of it. His balls were plump and hung heavy below him, desperately needing to be drained. The sexual tension was thick in the air, especially when you glanced down and found Joel throbbing in his hand, probably seconds away from relief before you walked in.
Earlier, Joel was with you in the garden, and you teased him about his love for roses even though you knew he had planted them for you. The light banter was fun back and forth, with somewhat of a charged sexual energy in the air. You had suddenly injured yourself, cutting yourself on the thorns as you pulled weeds from the ground. Joel stepped up immediately and took your hand to examine the injury. When he determined that you were alright, he kissed your hand sweetly and told you to be more careful. As Joel left, you noticed him re-adjusting himself in the front and disappearing in the Manor. That was 15 minutes ago, and now you were face to face with a man who was moments away from his pleasure release.
As you stood there, you stared at Joel as he panted, holding himself on the brink of release. You didnât know what you should do or how you should behave. It was obvious that you were the cause of some of his pent-up frustration. You wanted to put your mouth on it and feel it swell against your tongue, but such behavior was not deemed worthy by someone like you. But yet here you stood, looking at Joel panting, unable to look away.
Joel flared his nostrils, breathing deep as he twitched in his hand. It had been a long time since he had properly bedded a woman, and right now, he desperately wanted to fuck your cunt. You were the cause of this moment. You had been teasing him all morning, and then you got hurt, and he helped you. He barely could contain himself before he got in his room and ripped off his pants to start thrusting in his hand. Joel has wanted you for quite some time but has never voiced it. But now, you were standing there looking at him with wide eyes, pupils dilated slightly from your arousal. Joel knew he shouldnât, but he couldnât help the statement when he heard you apologize again for what you saw.Â
âJoel, I-â
âBaby, donât apologize, please. Now, either get over here or shut the damn door when you leave.â Joel didnât mean to snap, but he was right on the edge, borderline of it being painful. Joel had already edged himself a few times and desperately needed to come. When Joel saw you momentarily hesitate, he stood up and approached you. Feeling embarrassed, you immediately retreated and left, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as Joel touched himself again, he was coming all over his hand at the memory of you standing there looking at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. That night, you made yourself come three times on your fingers alone, just at the thought of Joelâs cock inside of you.
It had been a week since you walked in on Joel in his bedroom. At first, you tried to avoid Joel, but eventually, you couldnât, especially when he requested you to bring him his supper in his room as he worked.
âPlease forgive me, my lady, for the other day. I donât know what came over me,â Joel had said, apologizing for his behavior as he glanced at the kingdom maps on his desk in his room. Â
âItâs okay, Joel, I donât mind,â was all you could respond. How can you tell him youâve never come as hard as you did from seeing him? Within the week, everything was back to normal between you.
Another week passed before Joel announced that he would host another dance again. Joel didnât ask you to work the event this time; instead, he asked you to attend as one of his guests. You had agreed, hopeful that maybe this time heâd be the one to ask you for a dance. Â
So, like all those times before, you had spent all day getting ready. You had several lovely dresses in your wardrobe to choose from, all gifts from your foster parents.Â
While growing up, you were required to attend dances as a guest, hoping that a suitor would eventually ask you to dance one day. But as the years ticked by, more and more men stopped looking your way at these dances. The biggest reason was because everyone knew you were adopted and were not of pure royal blood. Ordinary women, or common folk, were never allowed to marry those with money. You knew Joel didnât take societal customs seriously, so you were hopeful that tonight would be the night heâd ask for your hand at a dance.
But as the night went on, it appeared your dream wouldnât come true. You watched Joel dance with every other woman except for you. To his defense, he never once walked up and asked for anyone's hand at a dance. All the women introduced to Joel were from the maidenâs brothers or fathers, hoping Joel would settle down and wed one of them. Being a true gentleman, Joel never argued with the men, and he always smiled at the women while extending his hand for just one dance. But he never danced with you or even glanced at you once tonight. You were invincible to everyone, including the man you secretly had a crush on.Â
You assumed you could just leave after seeing Joel escort another woman to the dance floor for another song. You slowly backed away, finally turning to go after a few steps. When you got to the hallway to head back to the sleeping quarters, you paused and hoped you'd find someone standing there asking you if you could have a dance. But when no one turned to look at you, you knew that tonight was a mistake. No one wants to dance with a commoner like me.
And that was what you were, a commoner, a woman men werenât interested in because you had no royal blood. It didnât matter that your foster parents were of royal blood. You were still just ordinary folk. And ordinary folk do not get to dance with the Lord of the Manor, no matter who that person is.
As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, the soft murmur of the party downstairs slowly faded away into silence as the heaviness of your heart took root within you. You were dealing with a turmoil of emotions. Your heart ached with exhaustion and jealousy of the events from this evening and how everyone else appeared to have a good time.Â
You wished you could have danced by yourself, but laws and customs forbid a woman to dance without a proper escort from a man. A woman also cannot go up to a man to ask for a dance, or else you would have asked Joel. The only people who could request a man to dance were other men extending the hand of their daughter or sister, and you didn't have anyone like that around for you anymore. You, indeed, were all alone in this world.
You were about halfway down the hallway when you stopped to lean against the cool wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The air was heavy this time of year with the scent of roses from the garden. Usually, the smell would calm you and remove any heartache you'd have. But not tonight. It felt almost suffocating tonight as it reminded you of what you couldnât have, Joel. Â
When Joel heard that roses were your favorite flower, he ordered his gardener to plant different colors and species around the entire manor. Usually, the gardens would wipe away your tears when you felt lonely, but tonight, they were the cause of your heartache and tears, and because of this, you silently wept. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnât hear his approach.Â
âAre you well, my lady?â Joel said softly, approaching you slowly in the dimly lit hallway. Your head was in your hands, and your eyes were wet from your tears. When you lifted your head to look at Joel, he took in your face and immediately felt concerned for your appearance.
"Why are you crying, my lady? Did someone hurt you?" Joel asked, his voice gentle yet firm. He wanted to know who had upset you, and if he found out that another man had placed his hands wrongly on you, Joel knew he would end that manâs life himself.
You lifted your head higher to face Joel. Your emotions won over to reason in answering him appropriately. "Do you need to ask, do you not know?" Your voice trembled, frustration spilling out before you could stop it.Â
"Iâve watched you all night, Joel. You were smiling, laughing, and entertaining every suitable maiden who batted an eyelash at you. Do I need to remind you of our customs and what a Lord must do, especially when choosing a bride?â
âI did my duty as Lord of this Manor. I danced with every woman attending tonight.â Joel spoke, confused as to why you would ask him your question.
âReally? Do you honestly enjoy treating me like this?â
Joelâs eyes widened, surprise mixed with his frustration flashing across his face. âWhat in the hell are you talking about?"
"All night, Joel. All night, Iâve been a silent spectator to your affections. Do you even care?â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I care? What the- Iâve danced with every available maiden tonight from God's know where. Iâve done my duty. Who gives you the right to criticize me for my actions when Iâve done nothing wrong, especially when I am Lord of this Manor.â
"But you did!" you interrupt, frustration boiling over. "I was standing there all night.â
âTell me, woman, to whom did I neglect my duties? Tell me. Iâve danced with every woman in that hall, every woman who is worthy of a man like me, Lord of the Manor.â Joel shouts at you, not understanding why he is entertaining this argument.Â
Joel Miller was always someone who spoke with reason and with knowing the purpose of the discussion. But right now, Joel had no idea of the purpose of your anger or frustration nor where this argument stemmed from. Somehow, this argument felt very personal, even though it shouldnât have. Joel was the Lord of the Manor, and he demanded respect. It puzzled him why he seemed to tolerate this disrespectful behavior from someone who wasnât even his wife. A woman should never raise her voice to a man. The only time she could, if she could, would be when she was talking to her children or husband, and you were neither of those.Â
âAnd what am I, Joel, huh? What am I?â
âYouâre a woman,â Joel shouted and then froze, finally realizing his mistake. He danced with every woman attending that was available, everyone but you. You werenât there tonight as a working woman. You wore a beautiful dress with your hair pinned up properly instead of down off your shoulders, and your makeup was neat and stunningly beautiful. You werenât wearing your working ensemble, meaning you were a guest at his party. A guest that he gave a formal invitation to, no less than three weeks prior.
âDo you even know how I feel about you? Do you even see me?â Your voice was trembling with the weight of your confession. "I've felt it for so long, me and you, wanting you to properly see me as the one you could be happy with, a wife. Do you even know how much I love you?"
Silence stretched between you both, lacing the air thick and heavy with it. For a moment, admitting your feelings for Joel felt freeing. But as the silence continued, your heart immediately sank. You realized that maybe Joel didnât reciprocate those feelings.Â
When you glanced up at Joel to look at his face, you noticed that he had a stone-cold look in his eyes. Joel wasnât saying anything, nostrils flaring, as he ran a hand over his face while taking a step back and exhaling. When he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head while glancing at the floor, you felt embarrassed at what you had just done. Even though Joel was friendly to you in private, constantly teasing and flirting with you, you were still the help and common folk. And that was something that no man could ever see past.
You momentarily reached for Joel to comfort him, but as you did, you saw that he had taken a step backward, away from you. Your hand froze in mid-air, and you quickly placed it at your side. As the silence continued, you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment.Â
âPlease forgive me, my Lord. I donât know what came over me tonight for speaking in such a raised voice.â
âAnd for voicing such inappropriate things to the Lord of the Manor,â Joel said, still not looking up at you.
âOf course, my Lord. Please forgive my words-â
âAnd your mouth,â Joel mumbled under his breath yet again.
âYes, of course, my Lord. Please forgive my words and my mouth for speaking out of turn. I donât know what came over me.â
Then, Joel looked at you and said in a commanding voice, âMake sure you never speak to me like that ever again. I am the Lord of the Manor, and you better remember that before you stand there in my house and accuse me of things you have no right to say. To disrespect me when Iâve never once disrespected you.â
Joel went to step towards you, anger seething in his mind, but as he did, he saw you flinch and take a step back. You were shaking, closing your eyes while saying quickly, âMy apologies, my Lord, it wonât happen again. Please, no lesson is required for me to remember this. Iâll- I wonât open my mouth again, please.â
Joel froze mid-stride. What were you talking about? Slowly, Joel touched your chin, tilting it toward his face, giving you the soft but firm command to open your eyes and look at him. When your eyes finally met his eyes, he saw your fear of being struck by a man. That was something that Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, never did. Who has hit this woman for just opening her mouth? Â
Joel has never once laid a hand on any woman who has worked for him, been related to him, or been in his bed. It truly upset Joel that you have not received the same respect in return. That someone has delivered punishment and force when dealing with you. Joel became angry at thinking someone would strike such a beautiful soul.
As Joel studied you, you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. It was one thing for him to glance at you and another to study you so intently, as you wore your emotions on your sleeve. You glanced down at the floor, submitting to the man before you. Whatever his choice of punishment was going to be, you knew better than to look him straight in the eye.
âBaby, please, look at me,â Joel whispered, gently cupping your cheek. When you finally glanced back at him, he softly smiled at you.Â
âDarlinâ, no lesson is required, and for the record, I will never hit you. I- fuck,â Joel whispered, running his thumb over your cheek gently. You were looking at him with such gentle, soft eyes. You wanted him to close the distance and to kiss you, to see you in front of him as the choice of a life and not just someone of hire.Â
"Is what you said earlier true? That you love me, baby.â Joel spoke with a soft but steady voice.Â
"Yes," you whispered, your throat feeling tight with emotion as another tear slid down your cheek.
It only took two seconds before Joelâs thumb swiped the tear away. He looked at you with such tenderness that it took your breath away. "I had no idea, baby," he murmured before his thumb brushed away another stray tear. "Iâve been a fool, and Iâm sorry."
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the tenderness he was showing you. "Joel, IâIâve always seen you, and I'm sorry."
âShhh, baby, itâs ok,â Joel whispered as he slowly leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. But you didn't pull away. Instead, you tilted your head up, your heart pounding as Joelâs lips brushed yours in a tentative, gentle kiss. It was a kiss of unspoken emotions, long-suppressed desires, and a future that suddenly seemed possible.
When Joel finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling with yours. "I love you too," Joel said softly, his voice filled with hunger and desire. It was in that moment of his confession that you relaxed. When Joelâs lips met yours again, he gave you a hungry kiss. Joel licked into your mouth, tilting your head back as he finally claimed your lips the way he did the last time he kissed his wife. Joel had made up his mind; you were the woman for him. He didn't know how it would work with societal customs, but that was not his concern tonight. Tonight, he wanted you in his bed, underneath his body, as he made love to you.
Joel's kisses were full of lust and passion, full of emotion for denying you for so long. And you met him with equal hunger back, wrestling your tongue against his, telling him what you were feeling through actions.
Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth.
âShhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.â Joel whispered as he slowly trailed his tongue up your throat, softly kissing and nipping your neck.Â
âPlease, my Lord. I can't; it feels too good.â You mumbled as you let out another soft moan.Â
Joel growled at your admission, his cock impossibly hard against his pants. It's been a long time since he's had this much of a reaction to a woman who was fully clothed. He needed you underneath him, in his bed right now, but he was trying to be a gentleman.
Joel gave you a few more passionate kisses with his mouth, and when you whimpered against him again, he felt his resolve crumbling.
âMy lady,â Joel whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, âyou will be the death of me and my gentleman ways if we don't stop.â
Then, Joel took a step back, placing some distance between you both for a moment to clear his head. You straightened yourself, flattening the slightly rumpled dress.Â
âMy apologies, my Lord, I-â
Joel raised his hand, silencing you from continuing. After another moment of silence, he took a long breath before continuing. âI am a man of honor, and I will not disgrace the honor of a woman in the hallway of my manor by engaging in inappropriate actions that only a man and a woman married should do. But, if I could be so bold as to say, my lady-âÂ
Joel then slowly reapproached you, gently cupping your cheek as he gave you a tender kiss to your pulse point while whispering, âI want to fuck you in my bed later if you have me.â
As Joel slowly pulled back, he gave you a smirk. He noticed your cheeks were flushed a lovely rosy shade, which was both a combination of arousal and embarrassment at his bold statement. He also wondered if your cunt was dripping wet from the combination of his kisses, language, and the sheer presence of him being around you.Â
âBut first, my lady, I would like to court you properly. I do not intend to shame your name based on mere animal instinct. But I do intend to bed you properly when the time comes if you'll have me.â
âYes, my Lord, whatever pleases you,â you whispered, trying to get your heart rate under control again.
âYou please me, my lady. Now come, let me escort you back to your bed chambers.â
Joel gave you a delicate kiss to your hand when he delivered you back to your bed chambers, telling you to dream of him. As you closed the door behind you, your heart raced in your chest; you couldn't believe the events that transpired for this evening.
Joel Miller was many things, both kind and gentle but also rough and forceful. You couldn't wait until the moment came when he'd take you in his bed properly. You also couldn't believe it, but you were falling harder for Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, more each day.
End Story
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i am absolutely in love with ur writing AND with gepard landau,, can i request a first kiss fic for him? i read your kiss the girl fic for dan heng and ITS SO GOOD!! tysm in advance, take care of yourself!
teenage dream
summary ⯠gepard knows he can't keep these feelings to himself. gepard also knows that he can never tell you about how he feels. so, he goes to the person he tells all his secrets to: serval. serval, who told pela. pela, who is determined to set you two up. and doing so, entails a bookish adventure for you to enjoy.
tana's words ⯠i too am in love with gepard. i feel u anon. also thank u for the kind words!
tags ⯠matchmaking (serval and pela). first kiss. pining (this should be expected). bookish!reader. bookstore owner!reader. oblivious idiots.
ITâS EXTREMELY SURPRISING TO HEAR GEPARD frantically knocking on the doors of nevermore workshop, so serval obviously had to open the doors for him.
when he entered, gepard immediately shut the doors as if he was being followed. the expression on his face was dire; he looked as if he was chased by wolves and he was being hunted down.
âgepard?â serval asked, concern dripping in her tone, âwhat the hell happened?â
âserval,â gepard panted. serval was getting worried; this was all irregular behavior coming from gepard, âi need help.â
gepard never asked for help. he is one of the most self-sufficient and stubborn people serval knows. he would rather stare death in the face instead of asking someone for help.
âwhat is it?â serval rushed by his side, âwhatever you need, i got you.â
âi think i have feelings for,â gepard sighed, palm dragging across his face, âthe owner of the bookstore,â he finishes quietly.
servalâs jaw dropped. it wasnât because of the declaration of gepardâs crush. it was that he made it sound so dramatic. serval thought that he was being tracked down and was about to be sent to the madhouse.
âare you serious!â serval shoved gepard, âi thought you were about to die or something!â
gepard recoiled at servalâs shove; his sister was stronger than most people thought, âit feels like i am! every time iâm around them my heart rate quickens so much that i think iâm about to have a heart attack. i get all nervous on the inside and i can barely think with them beside me.â
aeons, gepard has definitely fallen in love with you.
âwaitâŻso, where are you gonna go from here?â serval leaned on the counter, trying to process all the words her brother confessed.
âthatâs the thing,â gepard sighed again. he sounded like a lovesick puppy, âi donât know. thatâs why i came here, i thought youâd be able to help.â
âum. you are aware of my past relationship with cocolia, right? i think iâm like the least qualified person you should be asking romance advice from,â serval pointed out.
âi donât know who else i could tell,â gepard ran a hand through his hair. this was really stressing him out.
âhow about you just⊠tell them?â serval suggested.
âno!!â gepard shook his head distraughtly, âi canât do that. what if they donât feel the same?â
âthen itâs not meant to be,â serval said, âsimple as that.â
âbut itâs not,â gepard whined. serval thought he was making this a lot more complicated than it needed to be. when she was his age, she confessed her feelings to cocolia like it was nothing. they were happy until the break up anyway.
but then it donned on serval. gepard had little to no relationship experience. the only âexperienceâ serval remembers him having was when they were children: his friend had a crush on him and tried to confessed, but gepard rejected her.
thatâs why gepard was so distressed. he had no idea how to go on with this. these feelings for you? all new. what he missed out as a teenager, he is now getting as an adult.
âtell you what,â serval wrapped her arm around her brotherâs shoulder, âiâll get this sorted out. trust me. yn will never know about this,â she reassured him.
âyou just go along with your guardly duties. iâll help you,â serval grinned. she knew that she had the perfect plan. except, she couldnât do it alone.
pela already knew about your crush on the silvermane guard captain. every time he greeted the two of you at the book store, pela practically saw the hearts in your eyes. it was sickening and disgusting, but it was cute too.
what pela didnât know, however, was that gepard has a crush on you as well.
serval came to pela just a few minutes after gepardâs confession. she knew that she probably shouldnât have told pela right after the conversation happened, but serval didnât know how else to console gepard.
âso⊠youâre telling me that they both like each other?!â serval slammed her hands on the counter. âand theyâre both too scared to confess!?â
âthatâs exactly what i said, yes,â pela monotonously replied.
you knew that there couldnât be anything between you and gepard. it was highly improbable that you, a bookstore owner, would be able to gain the captain of the silvermane guardâs interest. it seemed like something straight out of a fictional (key word: fictional) romance novel.
so you appreciated his friendship while he was around. sometimes, as a way to become closer to the captain, youâd suggest different books to him every week. despite being on the front lines quite often, he always comes back to see you. well, he comes back for the books anyway.
serval groaned into her hands, âso what do we do? they both like each other but they literally canât bear to admit it.â
pela smirked. sheâs read enough romance novels to figure out what to do next.
âtwo words, serval,â pela smirked, âgrand. gesture.â
gepard took a few deep breaths before approaching your book store. after his chat with serval, he's been distressed the entire day. he had these feelings for you storming all over his body; occasionally, they'd get so strong that it would feel like those feelings would overtake him.
he opened the door, book in hand, and greeted you formally. gepard couldn't help it: he was so nervous, he wasn't able to function straight.
"hello, captain gepard," you turned around. you were on a latter stacking books on top of bookshelves. originally, you thought it would be cool to have towering shelves, however you quickly learned that it was extremely impractical and difficult.
"i told you," gepard stood near the counter, refusing to slouch in your presence, "you can call me gepard."
"and i told you," you grunted, trying to reach a higher spot on a shelf, "to drop the formalities," you grinned to yourself.
gepard noticed your (potentially) perilous situation and quickly got near the end of the latter. in the case that you fall, at least gepard would be there to catch you.
fortunately, you made your way down the tall latter peacefully. as you descended, the sight of gepard holding down the latter for you made you flush. it was the bare minimum, but it still made your heart speed up.
when he reached out his hand to guide you down (it was out of instinct), you gave him a warm smile. it looked easy on the outside, but you were burning up on the inside. similarly, gepard had the same reaction. for you, he'd do anything.
"thank you," you held onto his hand for a little longer. once you realized what you were doing you quickly recoiled your hand away and apologized. gepard wished your hand was still entwined with his; he wanted to hold onto to the feeling of your hand in his. gepard wanted to trace patterns on your hands, wanted to feel every part of them.
as an attempt to dissipate the tension (it was making you nervous), you decided to ask gepard for help. "we had a busy day yesterday. a best seller recently came out; people were storming the shelves. good for my profit but not good for my sanity," you let out an airy laugh, "would you mind helping me clean up?"
realizing what you just did (asking the captain of the silvermane guards for help) you quickly added, "unless you're busy! then i'll be okay. you can leave. i'll be fine," you rambled.
gepard parted his lips, almost as if he was about to say something. how could you ever think he wouldn't make time for you? even so, he'd deploy a few other guards if you needed help. he'd make sure your needs were met as soon as possible.
he reached his arm out; his hands were close to your collarbone. then he reached back, scared of what would happen next. how silly. the captain of the silvermane guards was not scared of no monster, but of rejection of the one he likes.
"i'll stay for anything," gepard blurted. you were taken aback for a second, but then once you realized what he had just said, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and covertly pinched yourself to make sure that whatever was happening was not a dream.
gepard didn't intend to add, "anything," to his sentence. but his mind was thinking it, and then it just accidentally came out. he meant what he said though. if the bluntness of his voice didn't show his sincerity, the blush that was slowly grazing his face probably did.
"thank you, gepard," you bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from beaming too hard. you had to turn away from the captain once again, for your smile at his words would be too embarrassing to show. how silly of you to act so giddy and childish at one simple word.
gepard thinks he could hear you say his name a million times, and he would never get bored. he wants to hear his name on your lips as if it were a mantra; you've said his name a few times before, and each time he swears he gets more and more addicted to the sound.
"how about i start on the right and you'll start on the left. that way, we'll both finish in the middle!" you clapped your hands together. you gave gepard a reassuring smile.
you two started on opposite sides, but how gepard wished that you two would be closer. however, there are positives to this situation. gepard can brainstorm ideas for the "grand gesture" pela and serval texted him about.
gepard already had ideas in mind. he just needed to figure out the material for them. he obviously will not tear out papers from a book; that will cause more harm than good (for you and gepard; he cares about books).
while gepard was planning, you were blushing. you still couldn't believe he actually stayed with you. surely, there are more important deeds than helping out a leisurely bookstore owner. and this was the most boring task ever: organizing books. yet, gepard was still here. and he was only a few feet away from you.
you turned back to observe gepard; you wanted to see if you had trapped him in a boring task or not. to your surprise, gepard seemed to be enjoying this. he would flip through pages of various books, spend time reading the summaries; gepard would even go as far to reading the first few pages of some books.
gepard liked to read. at first, he started coming to the bookstore to fetch some books for pela. however, after he met you, he began to adopt a newfound interest in books that he never had before. he read some of pela's books, discovered that he did not like them, and went to browse for more. that's when you came up. you thought you had talked his entire ear off that entire morning; you went on and on and on about what kind of books he would like.
you tried to ignore him afterwards; you even offered the books for free because you were so embarrassed. but gepard kept coming back. your recommendations impressed him: gepard had never met anyone who was so meticulous at their craft. and he loved hearing you talk. he loved your rambles, your rants, your reviews. maybe that was the first sign.
gepard caught your gaze as he turned around. he had the same motivation as you: he wanted to see how you were faring in this task. did you miss the proximity you had before? are you flustered as well? do you like him too?
you two were both staring at each other, thoughts racing, until you shouted, "see something you like?" to break the tension.
gepard thought the question was a taunt at first; similar to asking, "like what you see?"
"no!" he abruptly shouted, trying to hide the fact that he was just staring at you. and then he realized the real meaning of your question: he was browsing the books with such intensity. the truth was, he was trying to find your favorite books. you've informed him about them before, always on your bookish rants. he was going to use them for his gesture later on.
thinking that he now looks like an idiot, gepard tries to save himself by shouting back, "i mean⯠yes! i do. these books are nice," he tried to cover up.
you seemed not to register his mistake, as you tell him, "whatever you want, it's on the house. for your work today. it'll be on the house for life!" you put some books on some shelves and move closer to the middle.
gepard shook his head and chuckled, "you've always given books to me for free." he put some books back and continued around the room.
"are you complaining?" you raised an eyebrow, "what if i just kept a tab on you this entire time? and you never knew?" more books get put away.
"then i'd rightfully pay you back," gepard wholeheartedly responded, "or i'd arrest you," he joked.
you mock-gasped, "for what?" you're getting closer to the middle now.
stealing my heart, the intrusive part of gepard's mind thought. he'd been hanging out with serval too much; he would never say that. gepard internally cringed.
"false advertising," he moved closer to the middle, âi don't know," he smiled to himself. gepard doesn't think he would have the heart to arrest you.
you blushed at hearing the captain lost on amendments. the captain wouldn't know how to arrest you. is this flirting? or are you reading too much into it?
you don't know if the heat on the back of your neck is from gepard's words or the sun shining so brightly on the back of your neck. you stack some more books on shelves; you've now reached the middle. you're having trouble reaching one of the shelves, but you're too lost in your thoughts to even think about that.
in fact, you're too lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice the warmth disappear from the back of your neck. your cheeks are still warm, so you are still blushing. your struggles with the tall bookshelf are lost when you feel a hand over yours.
"i'll take that," gepard quietly mumbles. it's so quiet that you didn't hear it at first.
on instinct, you turn towards him. when you looked at the position the both of you were in, you noticed that you were caged against him. you were caged against the captain of the silvermane guards. against a bookshelf.
gepard towered over you. his body was centimeters closer to fully pressing on you. his breath was fanning on your face. you could see every detail of his face from your view from below. your hands were so close to grazing his chest, so you immediately slapped them to your sides. you gulp, you start to breath quicker, and you feel like you're about to combust.
you swallowed, trying not to move. you were frozen in place as you tried not to disturb gepard. you gaped at him as he was working to organize the books, not noticing the position the two of you were in.
when gepard finished, he gave a sigh of relief. he underestimated your job: if you had to do this every day, you were probably stronger than some of his soldiers. when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by your wide eyes staring right into his.
he was breath-taken by your beauty. the look in your eyes as you look into his was captivating. gepard needed it framed. the way your lips parted made him go feral; his heart stuttered with every second he looked at you.
his arm was pinned above your head. your bodies were so close that you kept focusing on the rise and fall of gepardâs chest. the way his expression scanned yours made you want to quiver against him.
you said the first sentence, âhard work?â your tone was breathless. you were still trying to catch your breath.
âyeah,â he sighed, still not noticing the way your bodies curved into each other, âhard work.â
âdid i waste your time?â you whispered. it was quiet, like you were ashamed of your actions. you looked down at his chest rather than his face.
âno,â gepard leaned in, trying to hear your voice one more time. he tilted your head up slightly with his fingers so you could look at him, âyouâd never.â
silence crippled the room. it was just you and gepard, the two of you leaning oh-so-close together that your lips were nearly about to touch. a part of you wanted to lean into him; you wanted to pull him closer and closer until you were both out of breath.
but that was delusional. that was something straight out of romance novels, and your life was anything but.
gepard leaned in closer on purpose. he gave into temptation and wanted to feel your lips on his. he wanted to grab you by the waist and pull you so tightly into him. he wanted this: he wanted your kiss, he wanted your insight, he wanted you.
but with gepard, want is not something one could have. especially one like him.
âiâm sorry,â he abruptly let go, âiâmâŻi think, i have something i need to do,â he took a few steps back away from you, leaving about three feet in distance. quite the opposite from how you two were positioned a few seconds ago.
âoh,â you let go immediately. âiâm sorry! i didnât know,â you quickly ran to the other side of the room. you wanted to hide from embarrassment.
ânot your fault!â gepard shouted as he headed for the exit, âgoodbye mx yn!â
you didnât bother to say goodbye as you slammed the door shut after he left. what just happened was mortifying. the position you two were in? the way you two gradually leaned closer to each other? no wonder he ran away, you thought, you mustâve scared him off.
oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.
you didn't see gepard for a week after the incident. he hadn't come into the bookstore at all the entire week. however, that also could've been your fault: you've been in and out of the bookstore for the past week. if you faced gepard after the incident (you've dubbed), you'd probably apologize and beg for forgiveness.
but still, wouldn't he come in and leave a note? wouldn't he at least stop by once? did you scare him off that badly? the more you thought about it, the more you thought about becoming a hermit.
you'd thought you terrified him and ruined your friendship (and any future hope of a relationship) until flowers appeared on the counter of the bookstore. your assistant refused to let you know who they were from.
you bent down and eyed the pot of flowers sitting on the counter. they were your favorite color: pink. you had to admit, they were gorgeous. they looked well grown, as if these were from a master gardener. the flowers bloomed perfectly, each petal reaching out for the sun.
the message of the flowers also intrigued you. begonias are the flowers that symbolizes knowledge and deep thoughts. whoever gifted these to you must have been very observant or they wanted to be your intern.
"did someone come by asking to be my intern?" you stood up and put your hands on your hips. your lip twisted in thought. you were a bit preoccupied at the moment; the bookstore was getting exceptionally busy and (with your whole gepard crisis going on) you didn't think you were fit to be a mentor at the moment.
"no," your assistant shook her head. you leaned back on the counter, wondering why (and who) would gift you flowers on such a strange day. you already knew it wasn't gepard, due to the awkward tension surrounding the both of you right now, so you had a big list to narrow down.
"but," your assistant continued, "someone dropped off this letter with the flowers. they told me to give it to you after you saw the flowers," your assistant handed you the letter.
it was very formal, the letter. it's envelope was very extravagant, fit for someone with high standards. the stamp was still warm, meaning that this letter had been written recently. you tore open the envelope to reveal it's contents.
yn,
please do me the honor of accompanying me to everwinter cafe tonight. i would really appreciate seeing you there.
gl
"g.l." you paused, "as in green lantern?!" you asked your assistant, wide eyes and all. "who is trying to cosplay as a superhero to talk to me? this is insane. did i owe someone a book or something? charged them extra?" you panicked.
your assistant frowned at your idiocy. who else could 'gl' entail to besides gepard landau? "what if it's the captain," your assistant urged on, nudging your shoulder.
"it couldn't be the captain," you jolted. does your assistant know? "we barely even talk," you try to reason.
"he comes in here nearly every day," your assistant counters, "if not every day, be it every other day," they sighed.
"he just comes in to look at books," you placed the flowers in a safe space in the shelves. "we don't converse as often as you think."
"you talk every day," you assistant drags on. "you're telling me that the two of you have no relations whatsoever?"
"weâŻit's complicated," you sighed, "long story short, it could never be the captain," you looked down at the plant. even if it was gepard, what was he doing? sending anonymous flowers? cryptic notes? why couldn't he just talk to you?
"you should go," your assistant encouraged, "you never know. it could be the captain or it could be another potential secret admirer."
"you think?" you raised an eyebrow. your assistant nodded in response.
you looked at the flowers one more time. though you wished it was gepard who sent them, you knew it was probably someone else trying to flatter you into taking them in as an intern. but as you stared at the begonias, no other thoughts beside gepard consumed your mind
it was late when you walked to everwinter cafe. tonight was not a particularly chilly night, but belobog's slight chill was ever present.
you walked around aimlessly, trying to walk slowly so you can prolong the sight of your "intern." you tried to focus on other things as you walked past, such as the plants and heaters surrounding the city. it's wondrous how things such as plants are still able to flourish in times like these.
as you viewed your surroundings, you saw a note placed on a lamppost close to the cafe. it read, "'i know you're working. i wanted to be somewhere...' safe? familiar? comfortable? 'near you.'
you automatically knew which book that quote was from. book lovers by emily henry. it was your favorite romance book; you've raved about it many times with gepard.
as you continued, you saw another note, "'if you saw yourself the way other people see you, you'd never doubt again.' 'how do people see me?' 'like you're the most beautiful, most remarkable, thing they've ever seen."
you must admit, you blushed a little bit while internally reading that. the only reason you blushed was that because you discussed that quote with gepard. you were talking about the 'twisted' series and how it had it's pros and cons with gepard, and this quote was one of the pros.
another read, "'who are they? the best part of my day.'"
another, "books she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives."
and the last, "'favorite word?' 'you.'"
you quickly noticed that these were all quotes from your favorite books. these are books you've only discussed and rambled about with one person: gepard. you'd never thought he would've actually read these books. let alone, you'd never thought gepard would also quote them.
with slightly more hope than before, you ran up to everwinter cafe.
"did you get my message?" gepard stood tall in front of you. you couldn't look into his eyes and it was killing him.
"your letter? yes, i did. and your flowers too. they were beautiful," you rocked back and forth on your heels.
"thank you, i grew them myself," he gave you a soft smile. you wanted to talk about how he managed to even grow such beautiful flowers, but how could you talk to him if you couldn't even look at him in the eyes? "but, did you get my message?"
you looked down at the many notes in your hand. it turns out gepard had left notes after all, "oh yes. i did," you blushed at the obvious context of the quotes. "all my favorite books."
"yeah," gepard spoke breathlessly, as if all of his air had run out after he started speaking to you, "but did you get my message?" he looked at your face for any type of indication: whether you liked him back, hated him, or had no strong feelings towards him. his eyes darted throughout your face, and the sight made you slightly flustered. he was leaning over you, and you thought you saw his eyes graze over your lips.
then it donned on you. the flowers. the letter. the sneaking out at night. the romantic context of all the quotes. the way all the quotes were from your favorite books that you've only talked about with him. the way gepard has admired and remembered every single thing about you. your stomach dropped as you realized gepard had been feeling the same things you have felt for him this entire time. your heart pounded in your chest as you finally met his eyes in the pale moonlight.
"yes," you swiftly exhaled. it was like all your hidden feelings for gepard were compacted in your chest, and when you finally breathed, they were all let out. it was like all your troubles were leaving you, "i did."
"and..." gepard trailed off, now failing to meet you in the eyes. he was terrified of your rejection; your opinion was one of the things that mattered most to him. before, he regarded it was his passion for the people, but now he recognizes that he was just passionate for you. "did you like it?"
"i loved it," you smiled; it wasn't just a soft smile this time, like the ones you've always given him. it was a big smile: loud and talkative, much like you. one smile could convey so much.
but you still had thoughts, "i didn't need all of this though," you grabbed his hand for reassurance. you were in range of his lips. you could close the gap right now.
gepard froze; your words and your touch made him tense. he was finally able to look you in the eye, having prepared himself for iminent rejection and was ready to leave. whatever you needed, he would do.
"what do you need?" gepard asked frantically. "whatever you need, i will give it to you. whether it be space or never seeing me again."
what you needed? you needed his thoughts, his opinions, his reassurance. you needed his touch on a cold night, you needed his arm around you when you were cold, you needed to feel him beside you on nights similar to this. you needed everything that he was.
"i need you," you whispered up on his lips. "right now."
and gepard swore the entirety of everwinter city heard his heart drop to the ground. he was sure that you could feel his heart pounding in his chest after you said those five words. only five words, yet gepard felt like he was going insane. he was going insane for you: your touch, your mind, your words, your entirety.
gepard removed his hand from yours for just one second, using it to tip your chin up so you could be in his view. in the pale moonlight, you were gorgeous. to be fair, you were always gorgeous, but something about tonight extenuated your beauty.
"can iâŻ"
"don't even ask," you cut him off, leaning into him.
the kiss was soft and sweet at first. the feeling of your lips pressed onto his was heavenly: gepard felt ten times stronger with you than with anything else. it was gentle and tender.
but when you tugged your arms around his neck, all restraint went out the window.
gepard moved his hand from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer into him. it was bold for his first kiss, but who could blame him when you're holding onto to him so tightly?
you threaded your hands through his hair as he kissed you feverishly. his hands on your waist made you want to combust into him. you were standing on your toes at this point; if you tried to stand any taller, gepard was about to lift you up into the air.
when you finally stopped to breath, all that was left in the air was your love and the light from the sky.
"was i your first kiss?" you asked him coyly, arms still wrapped around his neck.
gepard blushed and you immediately knew his answer to your question. you stood up one more time to give him one more quick kiss.
yes, you were his first kiss. and gepard wished for more to come.
i need a week off after this fic i swear to god
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Summary: A random collection of Shanks headcanons
CW: None // SFW
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Has a fake arm that he uses for gags. Only he and Yasopp find it funny. Beckman once tossed the arm overboard after Shanks âlostâ the arm in a pot of Lucky Rouxâs stew, only for Shanks to enter the mess hall the next morning with another attached to his body.Â
Can do magic tricks, especially good with coins and cards. A very skilled sleight of hand artist. Also not above using these tricks to cheat while playing cards. (Inspired by the coin game w/ Luffy flashback). Cheating is the only way he can beat Beckman, whoâs by far the best player on the crew. But he doesnât even cheat to win, he just likes the thrill of getting away with it; also enjoys the thrill of getting caught. There was a rabbit loose aboard the Red Force for a solid month after the captain tried to learn how to pull it out of a hat.
The best beer pong player in the New World, probably the entire world. Would challenge all of his enemies to a game of beer pong to settle their disputes if he thought they would respect the results of the game. Good at drinking games in general (has a little too much experience).
Is an infamous gossip. If a member of the crew wants word to get out about something, they just mention it to their captain.Â
Enjoys playing matchmaker. Always acts as a wingman for his crew when thereâs a pretty bar maid. The only one he never tried to fix up with one of his crew mates was his darling Makino.Â
Are soap operas a thing in the One Piece universe? Because if so, he has a favorite that he never misses an episode of (fights hardest on Thursdays so he can be home in time to catch the latest episode of Search for One Piece, a pirate drama based loosely on Rogerâs life. He particularly enjoys the harlequin character).Â
Loves meddling in any drama that comes up aboard the ship. Sometimes even starts drama just for entertainment, like the time he told Lucky Roux that he saw Limejuice sneaking steaks from the freezer, or when he robbed Beckman blind and left traces of a turkey leg at the scene of the crime.Â
Thinks childish pranks are the funniest thing in the world. Pranks prospective crew members to see how they respond; screens them based on whether they find his jokes funny. Beckman insists this is not the best way to do things but Shanks persists. But Shanks isn't just being childish. He's making sure everyone who joins his crew has a good nature as that is, in his opinion, the most important thing. If you can't trust your crew, you're dead in the water.
Was definitely posing when the government snapped the photo for his wanted poster but pretends it was completely candid. Has a habit of comparing his wanted poster to the posters of his enemies.
He also uses his wanted poster to fish for compliments, especially from his crew. âThatâs a pretty good picture, isnât it?â âI donât look half bad in that, do I?â âThe real reason the marines are hunting me- the sight of my wanted poster makes their wives swoon.â Â
Refers to himself as, âthat handsome devil.âÂ
Smells like body odor and weed, but in a Matthew McConaughey kind of way (that is to say, it works for him).Â
Animals and babies always like him. He insists the trick is to act uninterested.Â
He is genuinely good-natured, but he definitely uses his sense of humor to disguise how terrifying he truly is. Is a pro at lulling people into a false sense of security. Definitely slouches on purpose to seem less intimidating.
Secretly paid off Luffy's "treasure tab" at Makino's bar. Didn't do it just to be kind to the poor kid but actually because he believed Luffy when he said he'd pay it back in full and did it to annoy Luffy a decade or two down the line. (When Luffy finally goes back to pay Makino and she informs him Shanks already did, Luffy blows a gasket.)
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