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okay im more awakey wakey now, good morning !!

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: Too Easy

Request: Anonymous asked: "okay i have a tyler owens request!! him and reader are both tornado wranglers and they’ve always had a somewhat flirty relationship, but at one point they’re out chasing and the motel they stay at that night doesn’t have enough rooms for all of them so Tyler and the reader decide to share and reader has a nightmare? or just some kind of angst or hurt/comfort with a happy ending? love ur work!"

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: PTSD, trauma, tornado mention

A/N: I changed it from flirty to an enemies to lovers-type relationship, just because i've been craving to write that type of banter. as always, comments & replies are super appreciated!!! thanks for reading :)

As soon as you saw the familiar red Dodge truck parked outside the motel you groaned. 

“Is this guy everywhere, all the time?” Halle, one of your crew members, mumbled from the driver’s seat. She pulled your SUV into the only empty spot in the parking lot. 

She was referencing Tyler– another local storm chaser and absolute pain in your ass. His Ram truck was like a symbol all around Oklahoma. Everyone in the midwest knew his name– and what he did. You, on the other hand, knew him as a self-absorbed jerk that constantly put his and his team’s lives in danger for a few hundred thousand views on YouTube. He was cocky and obnoxious and arrogant. And you couldn’t stand him. 

Unfortunately for you though, Tyler Owens and his entire team went where the storms went. Which meant that you were stuck dealing with him– especially during tornado season. 

“Let’s just get a room, maybe we missed him,” you mumbled before turning to the backseat. “Anna, could you pass me my bag?” 

“Sure thing,” she replied, grunting as she handed your duffel over. 

“How about two rooms tonight?” you suggested. “I feel like I haven’t actually slept since we were in Austin.”

“God, I’ve been waiting for you to suggest that,” Halle mumbled. The bags around her eyes suggested she was just as eager for a good night’s sleep as you were. 

Together, the three of you dragged yourselves towards the motel lobby, exhausted and desperate for both a shower and a bed. 

“Why don’t you guys wait with all the gear? I’ll go in and book the rooms,” you offered. 

“Two of them,” Halle said with a relieved smile. 

“Two rooms coming up,” you promised. 

They nodded in agreement and settled in on the curb while you wandered inside. The bell above the door rang loudly as you stepped inside. As soon as you did, you realized that, to your absolute dismay, a familiar someone had already beat you to the front desk. You’d recognize those stupid, broad shoulders any day, even if you were sleep deprived.  

“Evenin’ m’lady,” Tyler’s little sidekick said teasingly. He tipped his baseball cap towards you.   

“Hey Boone,” you greeted back curtly.   

“What’d ya think of that beaut earlier, huh? Not too often we get two storm cells like that.”

“Yeah it was somethin’,” you replied absentmindedly. Honestly, you didn’t dislike Boone. He was friendly– maybe a little overzealous for your liking, but overall a nice guy. It was a shame he was always around Tyler– otherwise you might not always be so annoyed with him, too.  

“There she is,” Tyler beamed. He approached you and Boone while he tucked a few room keys in his wallet. “Were you fillin’ Boone in on why you picked the wrong storm to chase today? Because that’s a story I want to hear–” 

Your gaze fell to the floor, chest tightening the same way it did in the field earlier. “The winds changed last minute– I didn’t catch it,” you muttered, although you shouldn’t even have to explain yourself to this hillbilly. 

“Ah, I see. Man, you’re off your game, sweetheart. Usually it’s me missin’ those signs. What do you got cloudin’ up that pretty little mind of yours?” 

Anger began seeping into the corners of your mind. “Why do you even care?” you asked icily. “Thought you’d be happy to have that storm all to yourself.”

“Oh, I was sweetheart,” Tyler winked. “But I don’t mind sharin’ with you.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him towards the front desk. A younger girl with short, red hair offered you a smile. “How can I help you?”

“I need two rooms please,” you requested, it took about all the energy you had left to smile back. 

The girl sucked in a breath of air. “Oh, I’m so sorry– this gentleman here just rented three rooms. All we have left is one.”

“One?” you asked in disbelief, mouth falling open. 

She nodded. “There’s two beds, though, if that helps.”

“Shit,” you grumbled. Your team was exhausted– and you knew that you couldn’t just take back your promise for them to have their own beds. 

“I’m sorry–” the girl repeated, but you shook your head. 

“No, it’s okay. Not your fault,” you said quickly, trying to remember your manners.. 

“Somethin’ wrong over there sweetheart?” Tyler asked teasingly.  

“Yeah, you took all but one of the rooms. Now my team doesn’t have enough.”

“C’mon, I’ve seen you guys cram into one room before.”

“Yeah, but they’re exhausted. We haven’t had our own beds in weeks and I promised them…” your voice trailed off. Why the hell were you even explaining any of this to him? “You know what? Just forget it–” you turned back towards the receptionist. “I’ll take the one room, please.”

After passing your card over and paying, you turned and pushed back past Tyler and Boone. But before you could reach the door, Tyler’s voice stopped you in your tracks. 

“What are you just gonna go back on your promise? That’s really gonna disappoint your team–”

“I’ll sleep in the damn truck,” you snapped, zero patience for any of his sarcasm or feeble attempts at a joke. “Happy?”

“Hey–” he said, voice softening instantly. “I was just kiddin’ around.”

“Really funny,” you said, sarcasm dripping off your tongue, now more than usual, Tyler was getting on your nerves. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and disappoint my team.”

Without waiting for whatever retort Tyler could come up with next, you finally pushed your way through the door without looking back. 

You found Halle and Anna in the same place you left them– still sitting on the curb, slouched over and exhausted-looking.  

“Hey guys, bad news–” you began, guilt already spreading through your stomach. But before you could, the bell to the lobby door rang out, causing you to groan.  

You took a deep, steadying breath to calm your nerves, just in time for Tyler to speak. “Now I have an idea– how about we share? I got three rooms for my team, but that’s six beds… we only need five.”

You spun around so fast, you were surprised you didn’t get whiplash. “Look Tyler, as much as you know I love your antics, can we not do this right now? Please?”

“Who said anythin’ about antics?” he pressed. “I’m bein’ serious here. Your two can have their beds and you can take one of ours.”

“No way,” you spat quickly. “I’m sleeping in the car.”

By now, Halle and Anna had seemingly picked up on the situation. They stood up and crossed their arms disapprovingly in unison. 

“You can’t sleep in the car, that’s ridiculous,” Anna said. 

“Yeah, why don’t you and Anna take the room and I’ll share with Tyler’s crew,” Halle offered. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I promised you guys a good night’s sleep tonight– I’m not letting you crash with them.”

“Well we’re not letting you sleep in the car,” Halle argued back. “It’s like… eighty-five degrees out here.” 

You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, trying to think. But the truth was, you really were just so, so tired. You wanted everything about today– the storm cells you got wrong from earlier, the endless hours of driving, and lack of sleep, over with. And if bunking with someone from Tyler’s crew was the only way to make that happen, well then, so be it, you finally decided. Better you than Halle or Anna. 

“See– even your team isn’t as scared of us as you are,” Tyler chuckled. 

“Fine,” you snapped, shaking your head in disbelief. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Who am I sharing with?”

Maybe you’d get lucky and get to room with Dani or Lilly–

“That would be me,” Tyler chirped, eyes glistening under the streetlamp. 

Well fuck me, you thought. 

…

You curled up in the double bed closest to the wall. By the time you got up to the room, Tyler had already claimed the one closest to the door.

You heard the water snap off in the bathroom, followed by the sound of Tyler peeling back the shower curtain. That was your cue to feign sleep, if only to avoid any further conversation with him for the night. You rolled over and pulled the blankets up to your chin. 

After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom– the noise from the fan growing louder and a sudden whiff of his shampoo washing over you. You’d never admit it– but the way he smelled was actually one of the few things you liked about Tyler. 

“I know you’re not sleepin’,” he said as he began rummaging through his bag. 

“How the hell would you know that?” you groaned. 

You heard him chuckle softly. “Because you wouldn’t have answered if you were.”

This fucking cowboy. 

“Well I’d like to be sleeping,” you said, still not rolling over to face him. 

“And here I was hopin’ we’d use our little sleepover to get to know each other a little better.”

“You can lay off the act,” you said suddenly, all of your anger and exhaustion just melting into a pool of unfiltered irritation. 

There was a brief pause before Tyler replied, “What do you mean?”

“I mean there’s no audience in here– no team members watching, no YouTube subscribers viewing us. You don’t have to pretend to be all sweet and charming.”

“I wasn’t aware I was pretending–”

“Oh cut the shit, Tyler. You love to drive me crazy me– just admit it. And it's probably my fault for letting you get to me so easily. But I mean, c'mon, was it your plan all along to just get me to share a room with you so you could keep me up all night getting to know me better?”

He let out a huff of air that sounded frustrated, as opposed to his usual amusement. “You’re something else, Y/N, you know that?”

You were caught off guard by Tyler’s use of your actual name. He always resorted to nicknames– either sweetheart or the town he knew you were from. In fact, in the few years you’d known him, the only time he’d ever repeated your name was the first time you told it to him. 

You sat up in bed and finally turned to face him– trying to gauge his demeanor. 

“I offer you a room– I didn’t have to do that, you know? And believe it or not, I didn’t offer it to you just to make your life miserable. I did it because I didn’t like the idea of you sleepin’ in your car alone–” he shook his head. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter. Goodnight.”

Before you could even think of a reply, Tyler was peeling back the covers of his own bed and crawling in. He laid on his left side, back facing you.

You stayed in place for a moment, too stunned to move or speak or do much of anything.

Eventually, you laid back down, trying your best to deny the pool of guilt spreading through your stomach.

… 

With one arm you held on to your sister's hand as hard as you could– feeling the muscles in your shoulder strain and pop as you did. 

“Hold on!” you shouted, pleading with her not to let go. 

With your other hand, you were clinging to the handle on the storm shelter door. Somehow it had managed to pop open after the two of you had escaped inside. 

She looked down at you, her body suspended in the air– nothing but sheer, unfiltered terror reflecting in her round-rimmed glasses. 

“C’mon!” you screamed. 

“Please–” she gasped. “Please don’t let me go!”

“I got you!” you screamed, but you could feel that your grip on her clammy hand wasn’t as tight as it needed to be. “No–” you yelled. 

“Don’t let me go–” she repeated, nails digging into your skin desperately. 

But you didn’t even have time to adjust your grip before she was slipping away– in the end, the winds won. 

In the blink of an eye, her body was being sucked away from you– further and further into the dark storm clouds barreling your way. 

“No!” you screamed, reaching for the spot her body was moments before. “No!” 

But then you felt your own grip slipping on the door handle and you knew you needed both hands to hold on if you wanted to survive. So, using all your strength– you dragged yourself to the bottom of the storm shelter. You found the safest corner– next to some old piping to curl up. 

The whole time the storm raged on above you– you couldn’t stop screaming. So, you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your forehead against your knees, making yourself as small as possible. And then, with everything you had left, you wound your arms around the piping and held on like your life depended on it… because it did. 

…

Your name sounded so distant when you heard someone calling it– like it was miles away. Then, vaguely, it came more into focus as it was called again. 

The third time, it was right next to you– and it was familiar… but you didn’t dare to look up. What if the storm was still raging outside? What if it took you next? 

Hands gripped your shoulders– causing you to jolt awake. 

Your eyes shot open as you pulled yourself from your nightmare. Tyler was sitting on the edge of your bed, his mouth hung open, like he was out of breath. 

“Tyler?” you croaked, attempting to sit up from the mattress. 

“You’re okay,” he said instantly. “You’re okay– you’re safe.”

Once you had managed to sit up, you studied Tyler’s face for a moment, trying desperately to gauge if any of this was real. Despite the darkness around you, you could still make out every feature– every crease, every freckle, every single piece of stubble that made up his shaved beard. And as much as you’d admired Tyler’s face in the last few years, even you knew that you couldn’t have been that detailed in your imagination.   

You wanted to ask what the hell he was doing there– how he had gotten in her room, when all of a sudden, the same memories that had plagued you in your dream resurfaced in your mind.

The sight of the EF4 tornado that destroyed every inch of your childhood home. The image of your sister’s terrified face– right before she was ripped from your grasp. The sound of her scream, dissipating with the raging winds. 

“Easy, sweetheart,” Tyler soothed. 

You turned to face him– Tyler was here because he’d let you share his room… because he was way kinder than you ever gave him credit for. And now he was here– witnessing you completely falling apart.

Tyler’s lips began moving– he was talking. But despite the vague comfort from his tone of voice, you couldn’t really make out what he was saying. It was like the winds were still raging around you– muffling everything. 

You felt like your heart might just beat out of your chest– maybe that was the tornado working to rip it from your skin. 

“Hey–” a voice… no, not a voice. Tyler’s voice, said. “You gotta breathe.”

What was he talking about? You were breathing– of course you were breathing. Unless... unless the tornado ripped out your lungs instead of your heart. And now that you thought about it, no, actually, you weren’t breathing. You tried to inhale in, but the air wouldn’t come. You gasped, chest tightening while you began to tremble. 

Your lungs weren’t in your chest– your lungs flew away– just like your sister.

Firm, rough hands cupped both of your cheeks, forcing you to look forward. You were met by Tyler’s green eyes, currently blown open and wide with worry. 

“Breathe, baby,” he instructed. “With me– look.”

Baby, you thought. That was a new one. You didn’t hate it nearly as much as you hated sweetheart. 

You watched desperately as Tyler inhaled and exhaled exaggeratedly, like he was hoping you’d follow along.  

You tried. Really, you did.

Your wide, desperate eyes met his. But instead of following along, all you could do was imagine what your sister’s body had looked like after being struck by debris and tossed halfway across town–

“With me,” Tyler repeated firmly, his thumb stroking across the surface of your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, craving comfort. 

Tyler continued producing loud and deliberate, slow and calming breaths. After a few seconds, you latched onto the sound, mimicking it, and following along the best that you could. 

Your shoulders relaxed slightly when you realized that you could actually breathe– which meant that EF5 hadn’t actually ripped them out of your chest. 

Tyler’s brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. “There you go,” he whispered.

“Did I wake you up?” you asked quietly, feeling even guiltier than you had for snapping at him all night. 

He hesitated– like he was actually debating on lying to you or not. 

“Was I screaming?” 

“I mean, a little bit–”

You nodded before letting your gaze fall to your lap, where you began picking harshly at an old hangnail, a feeble attempt to distract yourself. 

“Do you–” Tyler began. “Do you have those nightmares often?”

Now it was your turn to contemplate lying. But then you remembered what an absolute jerk you’d been to Tyler all night, and figured you at least owed him the truth. 

“Yeah,” you said. “That’s partially why I wanted to sleep in the truck.”

Tyler smiled softly. “And here I was thinking it was because you hated me so much.”

“I’m sorry–” you began, voice shaking slightly. “I know I can be a jerk.”

One of Tyler’s eyebrows shot up like he was surprised. 

“What?” you asked. 

“No it’s just… that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you apologize.”

“What can I say?” you mumbled, trying to make light of things. “You seem to always see the worst versions of myself.” 

Tyler’s gaze softened, like he knew you were talking about more than your lack of apologies. After a moment he sighed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Glancing up, you hesitated. Your heart had just stopped pounding in your chest, but the thought of talking about what had happened in your home just a few short years ago made it speed up again.  

“You don’t have to–” Tyler said quickly. 

“No– it’s just…” your voice faltered. “I just haven’t really talked about it.” 

Tyler was patient. He stayed still on the edge of your bed and waited for you to be ready. After you sorted through some of the thoughts in your head you whispered, “You know I’ve been chasing in Oklahoma since I was a teenager?”

Tyler’s face lit up in surprise. 

“It’s true. I took a few years off… and when I came back, I was upset to see Oklahoma had a new storm chaser. One that everyone seemed to like more than me,” you admitted. You weren’t sure why this was all flowing out so freely, but even you had to admit that it felt nice to be honest. “That’s why I’ve been so mean to you, I think. It felt like you were encroaching on my turf. And then you showed up with your fancy truck– and all your gear, and I suppose I just felt a little jealous.” 

Tyler nodded in understanding. “Why’d you take a few years off?”

Your voice caught in your throat. Only when you hung your head did you feel confident enough to answer. “Remember that EF5 that hit Logan County a few years back?”

Tyler nodded. 

“My family’s farm was in Logan County. My parents were away– on a weekend trip to Colorado to see family. But I’d convinced my sister to stay home with me, because I didn’t want to go,” the words that were your mouth suddenly didn’t feel like yours. And the trembling hands in your lap didn’t feel like yours either. 

“The storm turned last minute. We barely had any warning. But I grabbed my sister– and we ran to the storm shelter. We made it, too– but then the door ripped open. When she went to shut it…” your voice trailed off. “Well you can use your imagination for the rest.”

You finally gathered up enough courage to glance up at Tyler. His eyes were fixated on you– sadness and sympathy plastered all over his face. “I’m so sorry,” he said genuinely. 

“Yeah, well…” you said weakly. “The worst part is– I think I remember locking the storm shelter door– but I wonder every single day of my life if I accidentally forgot. Which… I mean, convincing her to stay home already makes it partially my fault. But I can write that one off– and remind myself I didn’t know what was going to happen. But forgetting to lock the storm shelter?” you sighed. “That would be a harder one to forgive myself for.”

Tyler scooted closer towards you on the bed. He raised his hand– he was reaching out to comfort you. But then he pulled back, like he thought better. You were surprised by how disappointed that made you. 

“It’s not your fault–” Tyler assured you. 

It was the same thing your parents had said your whole life– so why couldn’t you believe it? 

“I guess it doesn't really matter whose fault it was,” you said. “She’s gone and I’m not. I took a few years off from chasing because I just couldn’t… I couldn’t get myself in the right headspace for it. Every time I saw a cell forming, I’d panic– and I’d want to run from it, not chase it. Things are better now… but every once and a while, I still run. Like today,” you admitted. “I knew the winds changed. I knew the one to the east was gonna die out. That’s why I chose it.” 

Tyler sighed. “And then I gave you shit for it,” he said, remorse in his tone. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you admitted. “And I’m really grateful you let me crash in your room. I think if I’d been screamin’ like that in my car, it would’ve caused quite the scene.”

Tyler’s lips tugged into a gentle smile. “I told you I didn’t mind sharing when it came to you. Plus, I learned more about you during our little sleepover than I have in the last few years chasin’ next to you.” 

“Yeah, well…” you mumbled. “Don’t get used to it.”

Tyler smirked. “Does that mean you’re going to go back to hating me tomorrow, when we’re no longer roommates? Or have I finally cracked through that tough ole shell of yours?”

“You keep offerin’ me motel rooms for free and I’ll be an open book,” you laughed. 

Tyler nodded, like he was storing that offer for later. 

“Hey, I don’t know about you,” he said, suddenly clapping his thighs before standing up. “But all that screaming got me wide awake. You hungry? I’m buying.”

He held out his hand– waiting for you to take it. 

“Are you offering me a room and dinner in one night?” you teased. 

“And all you had to do was reveal your deepest, darkest secrets and traumas to me,” Tyler smirked. 

“Tyler Owens, you’re too easy,” you said, gladly taking his outstretched hand.

[fr0stf4ll]

Flavours of Prythian

Coming from that request

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; Y/N, a talented restaurateur’s life is turned upside down when she forms an unexpected bond with Azriel, the mysterious Spymaster of the Night Court. Befriending Elain, who confides in her about a male she’s trying to win over, she eagerly helps her new friend — only to discover the male is none other than Azriel. When the bond between her and Azriel snaps at first touch, she’s torn between loyalty to Elain and the undeniable connection she shares with the shadowy warrior.

word count ; 7.8k

warning; //

notes; Yoo everyone, here is my first one shot ! Thank you again for the request<333 Should I do a more general taglist so that you guys can be permanently on it. Enjoy it, see you <3

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Prythian was a land of many wonders, from the towering peaks of the Illyrian mountains to the lush, rolling hills of the Spring Court. But for you, the true magic of the land was found in its kitchens, markets, and the rich flavors that each court had to offer.

You had always been drawn to the culinary arts, even as a child. Your curiosity led you to travel across the courts, tasting the distinct dishes of each region, learning from the most skilled chefs, and uncovering the hidden culinary gems that most would overlook. You spent years journeying from the Day Court, where spices danced like sunlight on the tongue, to the Winter Court, where hearty stews and warm bread were a staple against the biting cold. In the Night Court, you discovered the delicate balance of flavors that mirrored the starlit skies above, and in the Summer Court, you indulged in the rich, vibrant tastes that seemed to capture the very essence of the sun-drenched beaches.

Your travels weren’t just about satisfying your own cravings; they were a quest to bring the best of Prythian’s diverse cuisines to others. And so, you did the impossible—you opened a series of restaurants, each one in a different court, each one a testament to the culinary traditions you had learned and made your own. Your establishments became a haven for those seeking not only a good meal but an experience, a journey through Prythian’s tastes and textures without ever leaving their seat.

Your flagship restaurant, nestled in the heart of Velaris, was particularly special. It was here, in the City of Starlight, that you combined the flavors of all the courts into a menu that was as varied and enchanting as Prythian itself. Word quickly spread of the remarkable dishes served within, and soon, it wasn’t just the citizens of Velaris who came to dine—High Fae from every court sought out your creations.

One such evening, as you oversaw the final preparations for the dinner service, the door to your restaurant swung open, and in walked a familiar face—Elain Archeron. Elain had been wandering through Velaris, taking in the beauty of the city, when the warm, inviting aroma from your restaurant had drawn her in.

Elain was known for her gentle nature, her love of gardening, and her keen eye for beauty in all things. But tonight, she was here for something different—a new experience, a chance to explore another form of beauty through the culinary delights that had been whispered about throughout the city.

As Elain took her seat near a window overlooking the Sidra, she immediately felt at ease. There was a sense of comfort and warmth in the restaurant, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself walking over to greet her. She looked up with a warm smile, her eyes bright with curiosity and a touch of shyness.

“Welcome,” you said, your own smile reflecting her warmth. “I’m Y/N, the owner and chef here. It’s a pleasure to have you.”

Elain’s smile widened, and she nodded appreciatively. “I’ve heard so much about this place, I just had to come see for myself. The aromas alone are worth the visit.”

You chuckled, feeling an instant connection with her. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ll make sure the food lives up to the expectations.”

As the evening went on, you found yourself returning to Elain’s table more than once, the conversation flowing easily between the two of you. You talked about your travels, the different courts you had visited, and the inspiration behind some of the dishes on the menu. Elain, in turn, shared stories of her own—of her love for gardening, the peace she found in the quiet moments spent among the flowers, and her growing appreciation for the little joys in life, like a perfectly prepared meal.

There was something comforting in the way you both connected, as if you had known each other for much longer than just one evening. By the time dessert arrived—a delicate pastry inspired by the flavors of the Summer Court—you and Elain were chatting like old friends, the conversation punctuated by shared laughter and the occasional appreciative hum as she tasted each new dish.

As the night drew to a close, Elain hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’d love to come back,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

You smiled, genuinely pleased by the idea. “I’d like that. You’re welcome anytime, Elain.”

Elain quickly became a regular fixture at your restaurant, her visits growing more frequent as the two of you bonded over shared stories, laughter, and the occasional glass of wine. It wasn’t long before your casual conversations began to take on a more personal tone, with Elain confiding in you about her life, her hopes, and her dreams.

One evening, after the dinner rush had died down and the restaurant had settled into a peaceful hum, Elain arrived with a particular glint in her eye. You noticed it the moment she walked in, her steps lighter, her smile brighter. She took her usual seat by the window, and you didn’t waste any time joining her, a knowing smile on your face.

“Alright, Elain,” you said, sitting down across from her. “You’re glowing tonight. What’s going on?”

Elain blushed, her hands fluttering nervously in her lap. “It’s nothing, really… Well, maybe it’s something. I don’t know.”

You leaned in closer, eyes wide with curiosity. “Come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that. Spill!”

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before finally giving in. “There’s… this male,” she began, her voice soft but filled with excitement. “I’ve been trying to get his attention for a while now, and I think… I think it might actually be working.”

You couldn’t help but squeal in delight, clapping your hands together. “Elain! This is amazing! Tell me everything—who is he? How did it start? What’s he like?”

Elain giggled at your enthusiasm, her own excitement bubbling to the surface as she began to share the details. “He’s… well, he’s different. Reserved, I guess you could say. But there’s something about him that just draws me in. He’s kind, in his own way, and he has this quiet strength that I really admire.”

You listened intently, hanging on her every word as she described this mysterious male who had captured her attention. It was clear that she was smitten, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement for her.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, your mind already racing with ideas. “How are you going to win him over?”

Elain smiled shyly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Well, I thought… maybe I could start by cooking for him. You know, something simple but special. He loves good food, and I think it might help him see… well, see me.”

You practically jumped out of your seat with excitement. “Elain, that’s perfect! And you’re in the right place—I can help you with recipes, tips, anything you need. We’ll make sure this meal is unforgettable.”

Her eyes lit up with gratitude. “Really? You’d help me?”

“Of course!” you replied, beaming. “This is what friends are for. And besides, I love a good love story. We’ll make sure he can’t resist you after this.”

From that moment on, the two of you were inseparable. Elain would visit the restaurant every few days, sometimes to try out a new dish, other times just to chat and share the latest developments in her budding romance. The more she talked about this male, the more you could see how deeply she cared for him, and it made you all the more determined to help her succeed.

You spent hours in the kitchen together, experimenting with different ingredients and techniques, crafting meals that were not only delicious but also filled with meaning. Elain would watch you work, her eyes wide with admiration as you explained the significance of each spice, each flavor, and how it could be used to convey emotion.

“There’s a language in food,” you told her one afternoon as you kneaded dough for a loaf of bread. “Every dish tells a story. When you cook for someone, you’re sharing a part of yourself with them. It’s intimate, in a way.”

Elain nodded thoughtfully, her hands busy chopping herbs for the soup you were preparing. “I never thought of it like that, but it makes sense. I want him to know how I feel, even if I can’t always find the words.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for your friend. “Then we’ll make sure every bite he takes is filled with love.”

As the days turned into weeks, Elain’s visits became a highlight of your day. She would burst through the door, her eyes sparkling as she recounted her latest interactions with the male who had stolen her heart. You would listen with rapt attention, offering advice and encouragement, celebrating every small victory and reassuring her during moments of doubt.

“He loved the soup,” she told you one evening, her cheeks flushed with happiness. “He said it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And I think… I think he’s starting to notice me.”

You grinned, feeling a surge of pride. “I told you, Elain. No one can resist good food, especially when it’s made with love.”

She laughed, her joy infectious. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. You’ve helped me so much.”

You waved off her gratitude with a smile. “Nonsense. You’re the one doing all the hard work. I’m just here to cheer you on.”

But the truth was, you had come to care deeply for Elain and her happiness. It wasn’t just about the food anymore—it was about seeing your friend find the love and connection she so deserved. And as she continued to come back, sharing her hopes and dreams, you couldn’t help but feel that you had found something special too.

Your friendship with Elain had become a source of joy and fulfillment, a reminder that sometimes, the most meaningful connections were forged in the simplest of moments—over a shared meal, a quiet conversation, or a burst of laughter that echoed through the night.

And so, as the seasons changed and the nights grew longer, you continued to help Elain in her quest to win over this mysterious male, knowing that whatever the outcome, you had found a true friend in her. A friend who had come into your life unexpectedly, but who had quickly become an irreplaceable part of it.

Weeks had passed since you and Elain had first started crafting meals together, each one a carefully planned step in her quest to win over the male who had captivated her heart. Every visit, every dish, brought a new story, a new glimmer of hope in her eyes. You were genuinely happy for her, thrilled to see her so full of life and excitement. So, when she asked if she could bring him to your restaurant for dinner, you couldn’t have been more supportive.

“Of course, Elain!” you’d said, flashing her an encouraging smile. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect. It’ll be a night he won’t forget.”

You’d spent the entire day preparing, selecting only the finest ingredients and crafting a menu that would showcase the very best of what your restaurant had to offer. You wanted this night to be special for her—special for them. You had no idea how special it would become, for reasons you never could have imagined.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city of Velaris in a warm, golden glow, Elain arrived at the restaurant with a male by her side. You couldn’t quite make out his features at first, but the way she clung to his arm, her eyes bright with anticipation, told you all you needed to know. This was the one.

As they stepped into the softly lit dining room, you finally got a good look at him—Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court. You had heard of him, of course, through whispers and stories, but nothing could have prepared you for the moment your eyes met his.

Elain beamed as she introduced the two of you, her voice filled with warmth and pride. “Azriel, this is Y/N, the wonderful chef I’ve been telling you about. And Y/N, this is Azriel.”

He extended his hand to you, his expression polite, reserved. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

You reached out, intending to greet him with the same friendly courtesy you offered all your patrons. But the moment your hand touched his, something shifted in the air—a sudden, overwhelming rush of heat and energy that took your breath away. The bond snapped into place with such force that it nearly knocked you off your feet.

For a split second, the world around you faded, and all you could feel was the pull, the undeniable connection that tethered your soul to his. His eyes widened in shock, and you knew he felt it too—the bond, the realization that fate had just entwined your lives in a way neither of you had expected.

But as quickly as the bond formed, reality came crashing back down. Elain was standing there, her eyes full of hope, completely unaware of the storm that had just erupted inside you. She had no idea that the male she was so clearly infatuated with, the one she had been working so hard to win over, was now bound to you in a way that went beyond anything you could have ever imagined.

Panic surged through you. How could this happen? How could you possibly accept this bond when it would mean shattering the friendship you had built with Elain, when it would mean taking away the one thing she wanted so desperately?

You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

With a forced smile, you quickly withdrew your hand from Azriel’s grasp, the warmth of the bond lingering like a phantom touch. “It’s nice to meet you too,” you managed to say, though your voice sounded hollow even to your own ears.

Azriel’s gaze lingered on you, confusion and something deeper flickering in his hazel eyes. But you couldn’t let yourself look too long, couldn’t let yourself feel what was brewing inside you. Not when Elain was standing right there, her happiness hanging in the balance.

“Please, take a seat,” you said, stepping back and motioning toward the table you had specially prepared for them. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”

Elain smiled, oblivious to the turmoil in your heart, and took her seat. Azriel hesitated for just a moment before following suit, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, the unspoken questions hanging in the air between you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes again. You couldn’t.

As the evening went on, you did your best to stay professional, to act as if nothing had changed. You brought out dish after dish, each one more exquisite than the last, all while ignoring the fire burning in your chest. Every time Azriel tried to catch your eye, every time he tried to speak to you, you found a reason to turn away, to focus on something—anything—else.

Elain chattered on, completely unaware of the tension building between you and Azriel. She complimented the food, praised your skills, and even mentioned how much Azriel seemed to be enjoying himself. And through it all, you kept up the facade, kept pretending as if the bond snapping into place hadn't turned your entire world upside down.

But it was getting harder. With every glance Azriel sent your way, with every quiet question he tried to ask you in passing, it felt like the invisible thread between you was pulling tighter, demanding to be acknowledged. Yet, you refused to give in.

As the night dragged on, the tension between you and Azriel grew unbearable. He could sense it—you knew he could—but Elain remained blissfully unaware, happily recounting the gossip from the latest happenings in Velaris, smiling every time she caught Azriel glancing her way.

Azriel's eyes kept drifting back to you. Not once, not twice, but every time you approached the table, as if he couldn’t stop himself. You could feel the weight of his gaze burning into you, the way his expression darkened each time you brushed past him without so much as a word. He knew you were avoiding him, and he didn’t like it.

When you brought out the final dish—an indulgent dessert meant to close the evening on a sweet note—Elain excused herself to step outside for a moment, leaving you alone with Azriel for the first time since the bond snapped.

You could feel his presence before you even turned around, the quiet intensity of his gaze. And as you set the plate down in front of him, you knew you couldn’t avoid this confrontation any longer.

“Y/N.” His voice was low, barely more than a murmur, but the way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. “We need to talk.”

You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes firmly fixed on the table in front of you. “There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, your voice cold and distant, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

Azriel leaned forward, his voice dropping even lower. “Don’t lie to me. You felt it too.”

The bond. He didn’t have to say the word for you to know what he meant. It was a truth that hung in the air between you, undeniable and impossible to ignore. And yet, you had to. You had to protect Elain, to protect your friendship, no matter the cost.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, your heart aching with the effort it took to deny the pull you felt toward him.

Azriel’s expression darkened, his hand curling into a fist on the table. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Don’t shut me out.”

But you couldn’t let him in. If you let him in, if you allowed yourself to even consider what the bond meant, you would be betraying Elain in the worst way possible. How could you even think about being with him when she had spent weeks confiding in you, trusting you with her feelings for him?

“No, Azriel.” You stepped back, your voice firmer this time. “I can’t.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “Why? Because of Elain?”

You winced at the mention of her name, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on your chest. “She cares about you. A lot.”

Azriel's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Y/N, it’s not like that between Elain and me.”

But you shook your head, refusing to let yourself believe it. “It doesn’t matter. She’s my friend. I can’t—I won’t—do this to her.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was thick with tension, a storm of emotions swirling just beneath the surface. Azriel opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the sound of the door opening broke the silence.

Elain re-entered the dining room, a bright smile on her face as she made her way back to the table. “Sorry about that,” she said cheerfully, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Azriel. “What did I miss?”

You forced a smile, masking the turmoil raging inside you. “Nothing,” you lied, your voice steady even though your heart was breaking. “Just making sure everything’s perfect.”

Elain beamed, clearly pleased with how the evening had gone. “It really has been perfect, Y/N. Thank you so much for everything.”

Azriel’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he finally looked away, the tension in his jaw clear as he nodded in agreement. “Yes… thank you.”

You nodded once, offering them both a stiff smile before excusing yourself from the room, your chest tightening with every step you took away from them.

As you retreated to the quiet of the kitchen, your hands bracing against the counter, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. The bond had snapped. Azriel was your mate. And yet, you couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept it.

You had promised yourself you’d never hurt Elain. And if shutting down every advance Azriel made, if pushing away the one person the Cauldron had chosen for you was the only way to keep that promise, then that’s exactly what you would do.

Even if it tore you apart.

Back in the kitchen, you leaned heavily against the counter, your hands gripping the cold marble surface as you tried to regain your composure. The bond had snapped, and with it, any sense of stability you had managed to hold onto throughout the evening. The world felt off-kilter, like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink.

One of your sous chefs, a sharp-eyed female who had worked with you since the restaurant’s inception, noticed your pallor. She set down the pan she was holding and approached you, concern evident in her eyes.

“Y/N,” she began cautiously, her voice gentle but probing, “are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You forced a nod, though you knew your expression wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine,” you murmured, though your voice was shaky and unsteady.

She frowned, clearly not buying your response. Her eyes scanned your face, taking in the unusual paleness of your skin, the way your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the counter. “You don’t look fine. Do you need to sit down? Maybe get some air?”

You shook your head, trying to brush off her concern, but the weight of the bond pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. “No, I’ll be okay. It’s just… been a long night.”

She hesitated, still studying you closely, before glancing around the bustling kitchen. “But, Y/N,” she continued, her tone turning more inquisitive, “it’s strange. You always insist on preparing Miss Elain’s meals yourself, especially when she’s bringing a guest. But tonight, you didn’t even touch the preparation. You left it all to us.”

You froze at her words, the reality of what had happened sinking in even deeper. She was right—normally, you would have insisted on handling every detail of Elain’s meal, wanting to ensure that everything was perfect for your friend. But tonight, when it mattered most, you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do it.

The truth was, the moment you realized Elain was bringing someone special, you couldn’t bring yourself to touch the ingredients. You had let the staff handle everything because deep down, some part of you knew something was about to change—something you weren’t ready to face.

“I…” you started, but the words caught in your throat. You swallowed hard, trying to find some semblance of an explanation. “I just thought… maybe it was time to let you all handle it. You’re more than capable.”

She tilted her head slightly, her frown deepening as she searched your eyes. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”

You nodded again, more firmly this time, even though the lie tasted bitter on your tongue. “Yes, I’m sure. I trust all of you with the kitchen. You don’t need me hovering over every detail.”

She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she didn’t press the issue further. Instead, she offered a small, supportive smile. “Well, if you ever need a break, don’t hesitate to step out. We’ve got things under control here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I appreciate it.”

With a final nod, she returned to her station, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the crushing weight of the bond you were trying so desperately to ignore.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you tried to push away the overwhelming emotions swirling inside you. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the image of Azriel’s eyes, the way they had widened in shock and recognition when the bond snapped into place. You couldn’t forget the warmth of his hand in yours, the way the world had seemed to narrow down to just the two of you in that fleeting, life-altering moment.

But Elain… you couldn’t do this to Elain. You couldn’t shatter her hopes, her dreams, just because of a bond you had never asked for. So, you did the only thing you could—you steeled yourself, pushed down the emotions threatening to break free, and vowed to keep your distance from Azriel, no matter how much it hurt.

You would be there for Elain, just as you always had been. You would help her win over the male she had been trying so hard to impress, even if it meant denying your own heart in the process.

Because that’s what friends did. They put each other first, no matter the cost.

And as you stood there in the kitchen, surrounded by the comforting sounds of sizzling pans and clinking utensils, you made a silent promise to yourself: you would protect Elain’s happiness, even if it meant sacrificing your own.

—

Azriel sat in the sitting room of the townhouse, surrounded by the familiar faces of the inner circle, yet he felt completely out of place. The evening had been an unexpected whirlwind of emotions, leaving him reeling from the bond that had snapped so suddenly and without warning. He had come here to find solace, to clear his mind, but every thought seemed to spiral back to you—the way you had looked at him, the way you had recoiled after the bond had formed during dinner at your restaurant.

He couldn’t understand it. How could something so significant be brushed aside so easily? He had tried to reach out to you, to understand what was happening, but you had shut him down, leaving him to grapple with the weight of the bond on his own.

The others were chatting around him, the sound of their laughter and conversation filling the room, but it all felt distant, muffled. Azriel’s mind was too clouded to focus on anything they were saying. He was trapped in a loop, replaying the moment over and over in his head—the spark, the connection, the way your eyes had widened in recognition before you quickly masked it.

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed it when Rhysand mentioned your name.

“You know, Y/N’s restaurant is one of the best in Velaris,” Rhys was saying, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smile. “Feyre and I went there a few nights ago, and it was nothing short of incredible.”

Feyre nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up at the memory. “The food was amazing. Every dish was like a work of art. She really has a talent, doesn’t she?”

Mor, who was lounging on one of the couches, joined in with a grin. “That’s not even the half of it. Y/N’s got restaurants all over Prythian—one in each court, if you can believe it. She’s become a bit of a legend in the culinary world.”

Azriel’s heart sank further as they continued to praise you, each word driving the knife deeper into his chest. It wasn’t that he disagreed with them—he knew you were remarkable, talented, someone to be admired. But right now, every mention of your name was like salt in a wound that was already festering.

Cassian, who had been listening with a smirk on his face, finally spoke up, his tone playful. “Sounds like Az here missed out on one hell of a meal tonight. Maybe he’ll have to go back and get a taste of what everyone’s raving about.”

Azriel tensed, the comment hitting far too close to home. He knew Cassian was just joking, but the implication—the reminder of what had happened tonight—was too much to bear. Without a word, he pushed himself up from his chair, his movements abrupt enough to draw everyone’s attention.

“Az?” Feyre called out, concern lacing her voice as she watched him head for the door. “Are you alright?”

He didn’t trust himself to respond. Instead, he muttered something about needing some air and quickly left the room, the weight of their gazes heavy on his back as he made his escape.

As the door closed behind him, an uncomfortable silence settled over the room. Everyone exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by Azriel’s sudden departure.

“What’s gotten into him?” Rhysand wondered aloud, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Cassian, never one to let an opportunity for humor pass by, snorted and shook his head. “Probably just realized he’s been a brooding mess all night and couldn’t handle the idea of someone actually having a good time.”

Mor chuckled, though there was a trace of worry in her eyes. “Or maybe he just can’t handle the fact that Y/N’s cooking is so damn good, it knocked him off his game.”

Rhysand sighed, glancing toward the door Azriel had just walked through. “He’s been off since he got back tonight. Maybe something happened.”

Feyre bit her lip, her expression softening. “I hope he’s alright. He seemed… different.”

Cassian, ever the optimist, leaned back in his chair with a lazy grin. “He’ll be fine. Az is tougher than all of us combined. He just needs some time to brood in his room, and he’ll be back to his grumpy self in no time.”

The group shared a few more laughs at Azriel’s expense, but the concern in their eyes never fully faded. They all knew Azriel well enough to understand that when he withdrew like this, it meant something was seriously bothering him.

Azriel’s footsteps were heavy as he made his way to his room, the quiet of the hallway amplifying the thoughts swirling in his mind. As soon as he entered, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes as he tried to block out the noise, the chaos of emotions inside him.

He couldn’t shake the feeling of your hand in his, the way the bond had snapped into place like it had always been there, waiting. The connection was undeniable, and yet… you had denied it. Denied him.

Why? The question gnawed at him, refusing to let him rest. He had seen the recognition in your eyes, the brief moment when you had felt it too. But then, you had shut down, shut him out as if the bond meant nothing.

It was more than just confusing—it was painful. Azriel had spent centuries in the shadows, watching from the sidelines as his friends found their mates, found love. He had accepted his place, accepted that perhaps it wasn’t meant for him. And then, in the span of a heartbeat, everything had changed. You had changed it.

And now… now he was left in this strange limbo, caught between the undeniable pull of the bond and the walls you had erected between you.

Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to storm back to your restaurant, to demand answers, to make you acknowledge what had happened. But he knew he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t force you to accept the bond, couldn’t force you to feel something you clearly weren’t ready to face.

With a frustrated sigh, Azriel pushed off the door and crossed the room, heading to the window that overlooked Velaris. The city was peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, but his mind was anything but. He rested his forehead against the cool glass, his eyes scanning the distant lights of the city below.

“Why?” he whispered into the empty room, his voice tinged with a desperation he rarely allowed himself to feel. “Why won’t you let me in?”

But the night offered no answers, only the quiet whisper of the wind as it brushed against the windowpane.

—

The next day passed in a blur. You threw yourself into your work, letting the familiar rhythm of chopping, stirring, and plating distract you from the turmoil brewing inside. The restaurant had been busy, as always, with customers filling every table, their laughter and chatter echoing through the dining room. But despite the bustle, you couldn’t shake the heavy weight in your chest—the bond that you were trying so desperately to ignore.

When the last customer had left, you sent your staff home, insisting that you would handle the closing on your own. You needed the time alone, needed to clear your head without the distraction of others around. As the front door clicked shut behind the last of your employees, you finally allowed yourself to breathe.

The kitchen was quiet now, save for the soft sound of the knife in your hand as you prepped ingredients for the next day. The rhythmic motion of slicing through vegetables was soothing, almost meditative. But as you worked, you couldn’t help but feel the tension still coiled tight in your chest.

You were focused on the task at hand, chopping carrots with practiced precision, when a voice cut through the silence, making you freeze in place.

“I bet you could be good with a sword with how you work that knife,” came the familiar, deep voice, tinged with a hint of amusement. “Personally, I wouldn’t want to be those carrots.”

Your hand stilled mid-slice, the knife hovering just above the cutting board. You knew that voice all too well—Azriel.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding him standing just inside the doorway to the kitchen, his expression guarded but his eyes full of determination. He had changed out of his usual leathers, dressed instead in a simple tunic and trousers, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension from the previous night hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. You could feel the bond thrumming faintly between you, a constant reminder of the connection you were trying so hard to deny.

But you knew why he was here. You had been avoiding him all day, refusing to even think about the conversation you knew was coming. But now, with the restaurant empty and the two of you alone, there was no escaping it.

You set the knife down on the counter, wiping your hands on a nearby towel as you steeled yourself for what was about to happen.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay calm as you faced Azriel. The tension in the room was almost palpable, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between you. You had been dreading this conversation, but there was no avoiding it now.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” you said, your voice firm, though you could hear the tremor in it. “We can’t do this, Azriel.”

His brow furrowed, confusion flashing in his eyes. “Why not? Y/N, you felt it too. The bond—it snapped into place. We can’t just ignore that.”

You shook your head, your heart aching at the look on his face. “I’m not ignoring it. But I can’t—I won’t act on it. Not when Elain… Not when she’s been trying so hard to win you over.”

Azriel’s eyes widened in realization, and he took a step closer to you, his expression softening as he reached out. “Y/N, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Elain wasn’t trying to win me over… not in the way you think.”

You hesitated, frowning as you tried to make sense of his words. “What do you mean? She’s been telling me everything, Azriel. How she’s been trying to get your attention, how much she cares about you… I can’t do that to her. I won’t be the one to hurt her like that.”

Azriel sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, clearly frustrated but determined to set things right. “Y/N, you don’t have the full story. Elain… she’s not interested in me like that. She’s been trying to make Lucien jealous.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “Lucien? But… he’s her mate. Why would she do that?”

Azriel nodded, his expression softening as he saw the confusion in your eyes. “Yes, he’s her mate. But they’ve been going through a rough patch lately. Lucien’s duties as emissary for the Night Court have kept him away, and Elain’s been feeling… neglected. She thought that by spending time with me, by pretending there was something more between us, she could get a reaction out of him. It was never about me, Y/N. It was always about Lucien.”

You felt your heart drop as the realization hit you. “So, you were just helping her as a friend?”

Azriel nodded again, his gaze steady as he took a step closer to you. “Exactly. I was only doing this to help her. I never had feelings for her in that way, and she knows that. We were just… playing a part to get Lucien’s attention.”

You swallowed hard, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. “She didn’t tell me any of this.”

“She probably didn’t want to worry you,” Azriel said gently. “Or maybe she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself. But I promise you, Y/N, there’s nothing between Elain and me. There never was. She’s still trying to figure things out with Lucien, and I was just trying to help her.”

You looked away, your mind racing to process everything Azriel was telling you. You had been so sure, so convinced that you were protecting Elain by shutting Azriel out. But now, with this new information, everything felt uncertain, like the ground had shifted beneath your feet.

“Azriel, I…” you started, but the words caught in your throat. You didn’t know what to say, how to respond. You had built up walls around your heart, walls meant to protect both you and Elain from the pain of betrayal. But now those walls were crumbling, leaving you vulnerable and confused.

Azriel took another step closer, his voice gentle as he spoke. “Y/N, please. Don’t shut me out. Let’s talk about this—really talk. Give me a chance to show you that this bond isn’t something to be feared. It’s something that could be… everything.”

You stood there, trying to process everything Azriel had just told you. The confusion, the guilt, the realization that you had misunderstood everything—it all came crashing down at once. You looked away from Azriel, your gaze dropping to the floor as you struggled to make sense of it all.

“Okay,” you finally muttered, more to yourself than to him. “Now I actually feel like a dumbass.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you cringed internally. But when you glanced back up at Azriel, you found him staring at you with wide eyes for a moment—before a warm, rich laugh escaped him. It was a sound you hadn’t expected, a sound that cut through the tension and made your own lips twitch into a reluctant smile.

Azriel shook his head, still chuckling softly. “You’re not a dumbass, Y/N. Just… someone who cares a lot about her friend.”

You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders relaxing slightly as the weight of the misunderstanding began to lift. But even with the air between you lightened, you couldn’t shake the lingering worry, the uncertainty of what this all meant.

“I just… I don’t know you that well,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, more hesitant. “And this bond… it’s a lot to take in. I was so worried about Elain’s feelings that I didn’t even stop to think about how I felt. About how to navigate this.”

Azriel’s expression softened further, and he took a careful step closer, making sure not to crowd you. “I understand. The bond is… overwhelming, especially when it comes out of nowhere. And I know we don’t know each other well yet, but that’s something we can work on. We don’t have to rush into anything, Y/N. We can take this one step at a time, if that’s what you need.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze fully for the first time since the bond had snapped. There was no pressure in his eyes, no demand—just a quiet patience that made your heart ache with a strange mix of relief and something else, something warmer.

“But… what if this doesn’t work?” you asked, your voice small, the fear you had been trying to suppress finally finding its way out. “What if I can’t be what you need?”

Azriel’s eyes softened even more, and he shook his head gently. “Y/N, you don’t have to be anything but yourself. The bond doesn’t demand perfection—it’s just a connection, a starting point. We figure the rest out together.”

You swallowed, feeling the sincerity in his words. The fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but it was tempered now by something else—a tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, this could work.

“Okay,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, but Azriel caught it nonetheless.

He smiled softly, his wings shifting slightly as if in relief. “Okay,” he echoed. “One step at a time.”

For a moment, you both stood there in the quiet of the kitchen, the bond humming faintly between you. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t without its complications, but it was something. And for the first time since the bond had snapped, you felt like maybe you could handle this—together.

Azriel extended his hand, not as a demand, but as an offer. “How about we start with something simple? A walk, maybe? Just to talk, get to know each other.”

You hesitated for a moment, the anxiety still lingering, but then you nodded slowly, reaching out to take his hand. His grip was warm, reassuring, and as his fingers closed around yours, you felt a little of that fear ease away.

“Yeah,” you agreed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “A walk sounds good.”

And as you both stepped out of the kitchen, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe—just maybe—this was the beginning of something worth taking a chance on.

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steel drum weight of me

joel miller x fem!reader, 18+ mdni

summary: joel comes back from his wall shift with hands in need of some serious tlc. but why stop there? | 3.2k

warnings: fem!reader, fluff turned to smut, a tender blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, riding, creampie

a/n: this could be in the same universe as come care about me and watching you with wonder but who knows. what matters is it's a post-part i jackson au and all is well. this is my first fic in a while and i hammered it out today so hopefully it's coherent. <3 series masterlist here.

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Jackson looks its best in the winter.

You've always thought so with its endless skies gone white, blending in with the grey clouds carrying the constant threat of snow. The peaks you never tire of, such ethereal beauty in a world otherwise gone to shit, looming over town with a steadfastness that you can fool yourself into thinking means protection, means safety. In reality, they're just something nice to look at when you have a free moment.

It's also fucking cold.

But you can deal with that. You've spent more winters in the last twenty years than you'd like to remember mostly outside, freezing your ass off, fingers so numb you could barely pull the trigger. But when it counted, you did.

Winter now means a town full of children laughing and having snowball fights. It means big pots of stew and your pick of hats, scarves, and a good pair of boots. It means a warm house to go back to every night, a bed to crawl into, and a man you love to hold you.

Things could be worse.

You're home first today. Joel and Ellie are on the wall and have been since mid-morning. The light is already going, the sun dipping behind the Tetons, sky that winter mix of purple and pink that makes the breath catch in your throat no matter how many times you see it. There's a flu going around and taking people out for a few days at most but it means fewer bodies free for the wall and for patrol. You're pulling a double tomorrow and you're already looking forward to the hot bath you'll take after.

Today, though, you change from your work clothes to something softer, a sweater that travels between your drawer and Joel's, thick socks Dina gave you for your birthday last year. It's hard to heat houses like yours the way you used to but it works well enough to fight the chill so long as you layer. That's the name of the game these days: adapting.

You set the kettle to boil and forgo thinking about dinner for a few hours. Joel won't drink tea with you but if Ellie stops by she'll have some. Maybe you can convince her to watch the movie you pulled from the library this week. You love him, but Joel just doesn't appreciate comedies.

The front door creaks, the bell you have hanging from the doorknob jingling.

"S'me," Joel calls into the house. "You home?"

"Making tea." The kettle isn't steaming yet so you lean against the counter and wait.

The sounds of his return are familiar even though you can't see him. He locks the door with a click, shrugs his jacket off with a sigh. He sits down on the bench you put in the entryway so he can take his boots off. The thunk of one and then the other. He'll tuck them next to yours under the coat rack. When the weather is bad you try to come in the back door so not as to track snow through the house but you don't want his back to get any worse so a bench in front makes sense.

The kettle screams. You pull it off quick and pour the water into your mug -- a chipped green one with a dinosaur holding a cookie that you find endlessly amusing -- and leave it to steep. The floor creaks under your socked feet as you make your way into the hall. Joel still sits on the bench digging into the meat of one palm with his thumb like he's working the feeling back into them.

He looks up and his jaw softens a little. His cheeks are rosy from the cold and his hair a mess from the wind. "Evenin," he says.

"How was the wall?"

"Fine." He stops messing with his hands and rolls his shoulders back with a grunt. "Ellie swears she saw a moose on her last patrol. Said to tell you. I think she's fuckin' with me. How was your shift?"

"Fine," you echo. "Is she coming for dinner?"

He shakes his head. "Game night at Jesse's."

You cross the remaining distance between you and he parts his legs automatically so you can stand between his knees. You run a hand through his hair, pushing the greying fringe back from his eyes. He looks up at you and finally smiles, just a little. You drag your hand down the side of his face and enjoy the feel of his beard on your skin.

"Maybe she did see a moose." He rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to cover yours. You lean down to kiss him but something catches your eye and you pull back, tugging your hand from beneath his to circle his wrist.

"Jesus, Joel." He makes a surprised sound.

"Hey now, what --"

You pull his other hand from his knee and hold them both close to your face, turning them over in the light of the entryway. "You didn't wear gloves, did you?"

He just shrugs. That means someone else on the wall -- probably Ellie -- forgot theirs and he handed his own over.

The skin of his knuckles is dry and cracked, the rest of his palm dry and cold to the touch. You've seen them bloody, broken and bruised, and compared to that, this is tame. Welcome, almost. But you know he won't do a damn thing about it, let himself bleed rather than take a second to make things better.

And you've never minded this part. Taking care of him, making him slow down and rest for even just a little bit. You both know you'd get your hands dirty or worse for him and he for you, but this is the part he has trouble with. So you take the reigns.

It's part of how you fit together -- part of how you look after each other.

"We've got something for this." Joel looks unamused. You press a light kiss to one of his knuckles and his nostrils flare. "Go sit on the couch," you say.

"I'm fine --"

"Joel, they'll bleed if you don't let me --"

"I said I'm --"

"Hey," you say. He hears the finality of your tone and lets you have it, sighing your name in one long breath.

"Alright," he says. "Move, then."

You press a quick kiss to his lips and release his hands to step back. He stands with his usual grunt and you have to stop yourself from leaning into the width of him, from wrapping your arms around him and slotting your nose in his neck and never letting go.

"It's that salve Dina brought over last week," you tell him. "The new one for the winter. Smells nice. Good for this kind of stuff."

Joel makes his way to the couch and you fetch the tin from the kitchen.

"What's it made of?"

"Uh -- oil? And some flowers, I think? Wax, maybe."

He's settled into the cushions when you return, smirking. "It's okay to say you don't fuckin' know."

You sit next to him and unscrew the top, folding your legs so you're facing him. "Well then, I don't fuckin' know." You're sure to imitate his drawl.

"Cute."

"Gimme those hands, big guy."

The salve smells faintly of lavender and it's cold on your fingertips. Joel extends his right hand and you work it into his skin slowly, extra careful around where it's cracked and split. You feel his eyes on you but you let him look.

"Feels good, huh?" He hums. "If you'd wear your gloves then --"

"What was I gonna do, let her freeze?" So it was Ellie, then. You flick your gaze up and find his brow furrowed. If you have a free hand you'd smooth the crease with your thumb.

"No," you say. "Guess it's a damn good thing you have me here, then."

He chuckles, a throaty, rusty sound. "Guess so."

You finish the first hand and motion for his second. He gives it to you and you dig your thumbs into the meat of his palm. Joel lets you touch him whenever you like, for the most part. Pressing into his side when you walk down the street in town, trailing your lips down his neck until he whines just a little in your bedroom. You've worked knots out of his shoulders and cleaned blood from surface wounds. You can never get enough of him, of his warmth, the expanse of his tanned skin all yours for the taking.

And, boy, he touches you back.

So you take your time. You rub the salve between his fingers, over the ridges of knuckles split so many times you don't even know about. His hands are rough even when they're not dry and cracking, callused from years of hard work. From years of violence and playing guitar, shooting a gun and holding the people he loves. Dotted with scars and nicks, hands that have touched every part of you.

Joel's slightly slimy finger taps your chin. "You okay?" You've been stroking the same bit of his hand for who knows how long.

"Yeah," you say and mean it. You rub your own hands together to soak in some of the salve before putting the lid back on the tin and standing. "Need to let it soak in."

"Feels soaked in already," he grumbles.

"Stay there." He purses his lips. "I mean it, Joel."

"Bossy today," he says. "There's wood that needs choppin'." You ignore him since he's just being annoying. The salve goes back in the kitchen and his voice trails after you. "And I told Tommy I'd --"

You turn on the tap. "You gotta let that soak in," you say again from the sink.

"What? Can't hear over the water."

You turn off the tap and dry your hands. Joel is still on the couch when you return. "Sorry," you say. You run your hand through his hair again and settle back down next to him. "I said be patient."

"Don't think that's what you said."

"It's what I meant."

And he looks at you in that way that always makes your face feel hot. Like he's seeing right to the bone of you, like he's laying you bare on the floor in his mind. Like he never wants to stop looking at you, next to him on the couch, leg pressed to yours. Like he loves you.

"Alright," he says.

You get an idea, the flames licking at your belly and your hands itching to touch him again, to touch him differently than before. That idea has you grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the floor, has you getting up and drawing the curtains before you sink to your knees before him.

Joel only looks mildly surprised, eyebrows raised, mouth tugging up at the corner. "Now, I ain't gonna complain but --"

"Then don't," you say. You tug his shirt from his waistband and start working on his belt. "Gotta pass the time somehow. And I don't know what we're doing for dinner yet, so maybe I'm just stalling."

"Hell of a way to stall." He reaches for you to touch your face, maybe, or help you with his belt, when you click your tongue. "We can just go to the community hall--"

"Don't touch," you remind him. "You have to let it--"

"Soak, Jesus, yeah, yeah." Joel tips his head back along the sofa and takes one deep breath. If he really wanted to he could ignore you and you'd let him get away with it, but if there's one thing you and Joel have solidified, it's trust. He trusts you to take care of him, to handle him with hands that love him.

So you do. He lifts his hips just a little so you can tug his jeans down, zipper undone and button popped. You pull out his cock, already half-hard at the promise of what's to come. You spit into your palm and stroke him once root to tip and he hisses. More blood flows and he stiffens in your hand.

"You just gonna look at it?"

You give him a squeeze for being a shit. He laughs but it sounds punched out, on the edge. Frankly it's an effort not to take him in your mouth right away. You've always loved this -- the exchange of power, the trust. You're the one on your knees but you're calling the shots. And he's mouthwatering. The way his cock curves a little, the vein that runs along the underside. The mushroom head a little pinker than the rest, the wiry hair at his base. The hefty weight of his balls in your hand, on your tongue. You know how to make it good for him and it's good for you, too.

Joel opens his mouth to no doubt say something else annoying so you finally drag your tongue along the vein, swirling a little at the top before taking just the tip of him in your mouth. His precome is salty. You work your hand along the rest of him as you start to suck in earnest, hollowing your cheeks and taking a little more each time.

"Look so pretty, baby," Joel says. His voice is gravely, broken in his throat. You manage to take almost all of him and you swallow, just once. Your reward is your name spilling from his mouth in a groan.

It's messy. Spit beads at the corner of your mouth and drips a little as you work him, breathing through your nose when you take him all the way. So good, takin' all of me, keep goin'.

Joel has clearly forgotten your directive as he winds one hand in your hair and pulls just a little, just enough to make you moan around him. You don't scold him for it, instead keeping your eyes on his face. His head is tipped back just a little, lips parted at he gazes down at you. His other arm is stretched along the length of the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric as you bob on his cock.

You know he's close. You can feel how he's trying hard to keep his hips down, trying not to fuck your throat cause usually he asks first. So it's only a little surprising when he pulls you off him, eyes a little glazed and some color high on his cheeks.

He wipes spit from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. "Why don't you c'mere?" he says. "Let me fill you up."

"Joel." This was supposed to be about making him feel good. You know even if he comes in your mouth he'll ask you let him touch you, so frankly you don't mind if he fucks you or not.

He smirks, presses his fingers into the side of your neck a little. You swallow so he can feel it. "We both know you can take it," he drawls, eyes dark. "Always gets you goin', my cock in your mouth."

You can feel the heat between your legs, the arousal pooling in your gut. He's right but he's also an asshole. "You're annoying," you tell him.

"So is that a no?"

You drag the flat of your tongue up his shaft one last time as punishment before standing, using his knees as leverage to get off your own. He shucks off his jeans the rest of the way as you drag down your pants, letting them pool with your underwear at your feet before stepping out. Joel holds out a hand for you to balance on and you take it, putting your other on his shoulder.

"Feels softer already," you mutter. Joel snickers and you straddle him. He uses one hand to drag his fingers through your cunt and you fail to swallow a gasp.

"Well, look at that," he says. "I was right." He pushes two fingers into you and they go easily, your hips jerking as he pumps them in and out once, twice, and then you're empty again.

"Smug bastard," you manage. He brings his hand to his mouth and takes a long lick before surging forward to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you even wetter.

Joel licks into your mouth and you kiss him back sloppily, desperately, in the way you know he likes. You're so busy with that hands on his face, his beard scratching your skin deliciously, that you don't notice what else he's doing. His hand presses into the bare skin of your back under your shirt and you lift up a little on instinct and then --

The head of his cock nudges at your entrance and his hand presses again and you meet the movement of his hips with your own and he fills you with just one stroke.

You moan in unison, Joel's arm wrapping around your back as you curl yours around his neck, mouths not so much pressed together as hovering as you pant, as you adjust. Even with how wet you are Joel is a stretch, a welcome one, but a stretch regardless. You shift your hips, roll them back and forth a little.

"Go on, then," you tell him. "Fuck me."

He laughs.

His lips leave yours and trail down your chin, sucking spots onto your neck and on that spot that makes you keen as he does what you ask. He goes slow at first, letting you meet him thrust for thrust. One hand snakes up your shirt, thumbs at your nipple when he finds no bra in the way. You wing your fingers in his hair and tug, tug until he picks up the pace, until all you can hear is the smack of his flesh against yours.

"Joel -- Joel -- right there --"

"M'not gonna -- I -- fuck --"

"Said you were gonna fill me up, didn't you?" you pant, managing to find a bit of cheek in the haze of your fucking. "C'mon, Miller. Don't keep a lady wait--"

His hips pick up the pace, his hands pressing into you hard enough to bruise. You give up trying to tease him and hang on for dear life, managing to snake a hand between your legs to rub at your clit as he pounds into you. The only thing you can say is his name over and over as you feel the hook pull taught, feel the head of his cock brush against and then pound that spot that makes your vision blur.

Joel comes just before you do, his thrusts stuttering and his name on your lips. You feel it, the heat inside you and it's enough to send you over the edge, your cunt squeezing him as he empties inside you.

You press your forehead to his and catch your breath. He palms your neck, your jaw, slides his thumb lazily under your eye and kisses the corner of your mouth.

"Hell of a salve," he manages.

You slot your lips over his. "Wear your damn gloves." Joel laughs and it shifts him inside you. Even softening it makes you both hiss a little. "Just gimme a second."

His hand drags up and down your back, pressing into your spine. "Take your time," he says. "M'clearly not goin' anywhere."

"You never stop, do you?"

Joel kisses you again. "'fraid not."

You laugh into his neck. "Good."

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sanctuary [4]: vendettas

firefighter!roman reigns x azure clarke [oc]

warnings: bodily injury,slight angst,

word count: 5.1k

a/n: ik it took me forever y'all, so so srry. but on a good note, i'm pretty much done with my classes so updates should come more frequently. currently waiting on my new laptop to get here, but other than that we're back to our regularly scheduled sunday programming! also, i've been debating on whether or not to include visuals in the chapters, so y'all let me know if that's something y'all are interested in! anyways, love y'all down, and happy reading!

June, 2014.

The night was thick with the scent of summer rain, though the downpour had passed hours ago. Roman sat in the driver’s seat of his old black pickup truck, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The faint hum of Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven spilled from the speakers, and in the back seat, Dean sprawled out, cracking open his third beer of the night.

“Man, this song still hits,” Dean slurred, bobbing his head to the beat. “You can’t tell me it doesn’t.”

Roman shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re drunk, Dean. I don’t think you’re in any position to judge music right now.”

“Whatever, man.” Dean raised his can in mock defiance. “Seth, back me up here.”

Seth, riding shotgun, chuckled lightly but didn’t respond. His mind seemed elsewhere as he tapped at his phone, brow furrowed. Roman glanced at him, noting the tension radiating off him.

“You good?” Roman asked, his tone casual but concerned.

Seth hesitated, then shoved his phone into his pocket. “Yeah. Just… residency’s been kicking my ass. You know how it is.”

Roman didn’t press further, though he noticed Seth’s hands fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. It wasn’t like Seth to be this on edge. He was the golden boy of their group, always level-headed and a step ahead of everyone else.

Dean let out a laugh from the back seat. “Residency? Pfft. Sounds like a fancy excuse to be a buzzkill.”

Before Seth could retort, flashing red and blue lights filled the cabin. The faint whoop of a police siren followed, and Roman’s stomach dropped.

“Shit,” Dean muttered, straightening up and stashing his beer can under the seat.

Roman sighed, easing the truck to the side of the road. “Y’all just… don’t say anything,” he said, his voice steady.

The officer approached, flashlight cutting through the darkness. Roman rolled down his window, keeping his hands visible on the steering wheel.

“Evenin’, officer,” he said calmly.

“Evening,” the officer replied, his voice firm. “License and registration.”

Roman handed over his ID, and the officer’s beam of light swept across the cabin, pausing briefly on Dean in the back seat. The smell of alcohol was faint but present.

“Been drinking tonight?” the officer asked.

“No, sir,” Roman answered. “Not me.”

The officer’s flashlight lingered on Seth, who shifted in his seat, then returned to Roman. “Step out of the vehicle.”

Roman obeyed, sighing and stepping out into the damp night air. The officer motioned him to the side as another patrol car pulled up. Dean and Seth were ordered out of the truck, and Roman’s unease deepened when one of the officers started searching the vehicle.

Moments later, the cop emerged holding a small plastic bag containing four small orange pills. 

“Care to explain this?”

Azure sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by the melodies of Chaka Khan and boxes that seemed to multiply the more she unpacked. The room was slowly transforming into a semblance of home. With her tired arms resting on her knees, she stared at the box labeled ‘living room’, realizing she’d been zoning out for the last five minutes. A nagging energy had been lodged in the back of her mind all day—an energy that, she had to admit, felt a lot like the pull of Roman Reigns. 

She and Roman had been texting throughout the week, usually about the football season or updates about work. It was casual—light banter, half-serious game predictions, and questions about how things at the hospital and fire station were going. Shaking her head at herself, she decided to grab her phone from the kitchen island, checking for messages and reminders of football games she’d half-promised her dad to watch. As if on cue, her screen lit up with a text from Roman. 

Roman: We’re watching the game at Jimmy and Naomi’s place Sunday at 2. Could use someone to defend that sorry ass team of yours.

A soft laugh escaped her as she read his text. The cookout had been unexpected, bringing a warm, easy comfort between them.  A small smile played on her lips as she realized how quickly they’d slipped into a friendly rhythm, perhaps a bit too comfortable for her own good. 

The thought of being around him again—and his family—felt exciting, though she tried to shake the feeling away. She typed out a quick reply.

Azure: I’ll be there. Someone has to bring sense to that family of yours. Except Audrey, of course. 

She barely had time to put her phone back on the counter before it buzzed again. Roman was quick with his replies, and it was clear he enjoyed this back-and-forth as much as she did.

Roman: Ouch. Guess I walked into that one. You betting on the Lions?

Azure: Please, I’m not THAT hopeful. I just want them to play like they know what they’re doing.

Roman: Fair. If they don’t show up, maybe you can jump ship and root for my team?

Azure: Never. You’re stuck with that 49ers disaster on your own.

Roman: You got me. But I respect Lions fans. It hasn't been y'all's worst year, I'll admit that.

Azure grinned, pleased at his response. She leaned against the counter, the flutter in her chest catching her off guard every time her phone lit up with his name, and she found herself looking forward to their exchanges in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Azure: What got you into football? Can’t say it’s not an obvious firefighter hobby.

She hit send and waited, her fingers tapping the side of her phone case. Roman always replied quickly, but this time, the seconds stretched into a minute, then two. She frowned at her phone, wondering if she’d somehow pushed too far.

Finally, the notification buzzed, and she felt a small flicker of relief.

Roman: It’s just something I grew up with.

That was it. No follow-up, no joke or teasing remark. Azure stared at the screen, her brows furrowing slightly. She hadn’t meant to strike a nerve, but his brevity felt like a subtle wall being put up. She knew she shouldn’t take it personally; after all, it wasn’t like Roman talked much anyway. Still, the abruptness of his answer lingered.

Roman: You watching the game tonight?

Her shoulders relaxed a little at his double text. He wasn’t entirely shutting her out, but the shift in tone was clear. He wanted the focus off himself.

Azure: Yep, told my dad I couldn’t miss the Steelers losing. You?

Roman: Audrey and I are watching it. Told her if the Browns win, she gets to stay up an extra hour on a school night.

Azure let out a small laugh, imagining Audrey excitedly cheering for the Browns just for the sake of a little more bedtime freedom.

Azure: Let me guess, you’re secretly rooting for Pittsburgh to keep her on schedule?

Roman: Nah, we pinky promised on it, so I’m stuck backing the Browns for the night.

Azure: A man of his word. I can respect that.

Her phone stayed silent after that, and she let it rest on the counter as she continued unpacking. But her thoughts lingered on Roman. She caught herself imagining Roman and Audrey on the couch, their laughter filling the room. Even with his guarded nature, it was clear how much Audrey meant to him.  She sighed, brushing off the thought, craving these conversations more than she wanted to admit.

Days at the station started early and ended late, each shift packed with an intensity that kept the squad on edge but also connected in a way that only first responders knew. Their evening drill had an added layer of rigor, with Roman calling for extra rounds to improve speed and efficiency in rescue maneuvers.

The guys fell into a steady rhythm as they practiced on the training dummies, the scent of sweat and metal mixing with the chilled evening air. Randy moved quickly, setting up the ladder with his usual precision. Drew climbed swiftly, while Damian had the patient loaded and secured within seconds. 

“Alright y’all!” Roman barked. “Again, faster this time!”

They reset and moved through the drill once more. Roman watched as his squad started to strain, but he ignored it, focusing instead on Damian’s words of encouragement towards the rest of the group.  As they completed the final round, the team slapped each other’s backs, their laughter mixing with the adrenaline coursing through them. It was these moments—these bonding experiences in the quiet before the storm—that Roman cherished most about the job.

“Good work out there,” Roman said to the team, nodding approvingly. “Head back inside, the rest of the night should be smooth.”

“As if you didn’t just jinx it.” Drew laughed, catching his breath and placing his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, don’t know why you even said that, brother.” Randy added, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Not even five minutes later, the alarm went off. They shared a knowing look—Randy was the first to roll his eyes, muttering, “Told you.”

The dispatcher’s voice cut through the static over the loudspeaker: “Engine  2, respond to 1702 South Fort Street. Elderly female, fall with suspected head trauma. Approach with caution.”

Roman’s heart sank a little as he grabbed his gear. Head injuries were never easy, especially with older patients. And for reasons he couldn’t quite name, his gut told him this call was going to be rough.

•────────────────

The neighborhood was quiet as they pulled up to the quaint one-story house. The siren’s wail ceased, leaving only the sound of leaves crunching underfoot as Roman led the team up the front steps. They were greeted by a nervous middle-aged woman, who introduced herself as the woman’s daughter.

“She was in the kitchen, and she must’ve tripped,” the daughter stammered, wringing her hands. “When I came to check on her, she was on the floor, and her head was bleeding. I-I think she might’ve hit the counter on her way down…”

Roman offered a reassuring nod. “We’ll take care of her. Could you give us a little space, please?”

The daughter moved aside, her hands trembling as she held them together. Roman’s team entered the small kitchen, where they found the elderly woman slumped against the cabinet, her skin pale and her breathing shallow.

“Ma’am?” Roman knelt beside her, his voice soft yet firm. “Can you hear me?”

The elderly woman’s eyes fluttered open, but they seemed distant, unfocused. Roman signaled to Drew to check her vitals while he carefully lifted her head to inspect the wound. A jagged cut ran along her scalp, and he could see the faint pulse of blood underneath. It wasn’t bleeding heavily, but it was enough to be concerning.

“Vitals are unstable,” Drew announced, looking up with a furrowed brow. “BP’s low, and her pulse is erratic.”

Roman nodded, his mind racing through the protocols. “We need to get her on the stretcher. Randy, Damian, help stabilize her.”

As they moved her, the woman let out a weak groan, her hand gripping Roman’s arm with surprising strength.

“It’s alright, ma’am. We’re gonna take you to the hospital, okay?” he reassured her.

But just as they lifted her, the woman’s face contorted, and suddenly, she began to vomit, her body convulsing with the effort. Roman barely had time to react, but he kept his hold, guiding her so she wouldn’t choke. He shared a grim look with Drew—this wasn’t good. Vomiting after a head injury meant there was a significant risk of intracranial pressure. They had to move fast.

“Emergency transport!” Roman barked, his tone sharper than usual. “Let’s go—now!”

•────────────────

The hospital was quieter than usual as the night deepened. Roman and his crew had just finished transferring an elderly woman to the ER, her frail hand gripping his as she clung to consciousness. The call had been a tense one, and it lingered with him as he stepped outside into the cool night air, letting out a heavy sigh. He rolled his shoulders, the fatigue weighing on him as he scanned the parking lot.

And then he saw her.

Azure stood just beyond the automatic doors, talking softly with another nurse. Her scrubs clung to her slender frame, the faint glow of the hospital lights framing her like a portrait. When her eyes caught his, something eased in him. She raised a hand in greeting, her smile small but sincere. With a gentle nudge from her colleague, she started toward him, her hands tucked into her scrub pockets.

“Hey,” she said softly when she reached him, her gaze steady and warm. “Rough night?”

Roman nodded, dragging a hand down his face. “Head injury. Calls like that are always tough, and with her age… I just hope she pulls through.”

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer. “She’s in the best hands. You did everything you could.”

Azure’s voice was soothing, a balm over his wired nerves, his chest feeling lighter in her presence. Before he even realized it, her hand rested lightly on his arm, gentle and grounding. The soft warmth of her touch seemed to reach past the fatigue and the stress, sparking something in him that he hadn’t expected to feel so keenly.

He opened his mouth to thank her, but the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the fragile moment.

“Well,  if it isn’t the hometown hero,” came a voice laced with sarcasm. Roman’s jaw tightened reflexively as he turned to face Seth, whose sardonic smirk was as unwelcome as the tension he carried with him.

“Seth,” Roman acknowledged curtly, his voice void of warmth. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Azure’s hand fell from his arm, and Roman found himself missing the contact, an unfamiliar ache settling in his chest. Her eyes flicked between the two men, her posture tensing as Seth’s eyes lingered on her for just a moment too long.

“Oh you know, just saving lives… just like old times.” Seth’s voice dripped with mockery. “Even though you were always good at making yourself look like the good guy.”

Roman narrowed his eyes, a pulse of anger rising at the barely-veiled insult. But Seth continued before he could respond, looking toward Azure with an exaggerated shrug.

“Just thought you’d want a heads up,” Seth added.  “He’s always had a knack for playing savior. But sometimes, you can’t save everyone. Right, Roman?”

The weight of Roman’s irritation pushed him to put Seth in his place. “You got somethin’ to say, huh?” Roman’s jaw clenched, his body instinctively tensing. He shifted to face Seth fully, his voice low but his temper ignited to life. 

Seth shrugged, his sight shifted to Roman. “It doesn’t really change anything, does it? No matter how many people you help, nothing can erase what happened. Maybe that’s why you’re still trying.”

Roman stepped closer, his frame towering over Seth. “Walk away,” he threatened, his voice low and dangerous. Azure glanced between them, the hostility crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Oh, come on,” Seth ignored the warning in Roman’s voice. “Let’s not pretend we don’t have a lot to catch up on.” he stepped even closer, looking Roman  in the eyes . “You’re just mad that someone actually remembers what you were like back then.”

Roman knew exactly what he was getting at, and the implication felt like a sucker punch. His fists tightened at his sides, but he didn’t want Azure to see him like that—especially not with someone dredging up vague accusations about the past. He opened his mouth to respond, the sharp retort on his tongue, but Azure’s voice cut through, calm yet firm. 

“Dr. Rollins, maybe this isn’t the time.” She stepped forward, glancing briefly at Roman as if to steady him, then met Seth’s gaze with surprising resolve. “Roman had a difficult call. It’s been a long night. Let’s leave it at that.”

But Seth wasn’t done. “You think you’re some kind of saint now, Roman? Playing the doting dad, charming everyone around you? We both know you’re just trying to outrun what you did.”

“Enough!” Roman barked, his voice echoing through the air. Heads turned, curious eyes watching the unfolding drama.

Azure stepped between them, her voice calm but firm. “Both of you need to stop. This isn’t helping anyone.”

Seth sneered, his eyes bouncing between the pair before landing on Roman. “Next time.”

As Seth disappeared into the parking lot, Roman exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face.

“Roman...” Azure began, but he shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice tight. 

She frowned. “Are you okay?”

Roman hesitated, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “I’m fine,” he replied, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him. “I, uh… I’ll see you Sunday.” He walked  away from her before she could respond. The tension in his body began to dissipate, but the anger lingered, mingling with frustration and confusion. He knew exactly what Seth’s problem was, but they’d seen each other in passing more often than not over the past few years. So whatever reason Seth decided to revisit the past all of a sudden left him more aggravated than anything else. 

The morning sun had barely started to pierce through the clouds when Azure clocked in at the hospital. She couldn’t shake the lingering tension from yesterday’s confrontation, the storm that flickered in Roman’s eyes—it had etched itself into her memory. She sighed, bouncing her leg as she sat at the nurse’s station. If only work could be the distraction she needed.

“Morning, girl,” came a cheerful voice. Bianca breezed into view, her bright smile a stark contrast to Azure’s somber mood. “You good? You’ve been staring at that computer for five minutes straight, and I bet you haven’t typed a thing,” 

Azure blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Before Bianca could respond, B-Fab sauntered up, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. “Honey, everybody saw that little showdown between Dr. Rollins and that firefighter of yours. He looked ready to throw down. What’s going on?”

“He’s not ‘my firefighter,’” Azure muttered, though her cheeks warmed at the insinuation. “And I’m not sure. They… have history, I guess.”

B-Fab smacked her teeth. “This hospital ain’t but so big. A fine ass firefighter EMT and the head doctor of our department going toe-to-toe? I woulda never seen that coming. That’s better than an episode of Grey’s-”

“Can we not blow this out of proportion?” Azure said quickly, lowering her voice. “It wasn’t that serious.”

Bianca arched an eyebrow. “Girl, please. The way Roman looked at Seth?”

Azure opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of the quick footsteps interrupted her. A nurse poked her head in. “Bianca, we need you in Room 312. Azure, Dr. Rollins wants to see you in his office.”

B-Fab gave Azure a pointed look. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” Azure replied, though her stomach twisted at the mention of Dr. Rollins. She wasn’t sure she was ready for whatever the conversation would bring.

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Azure knocked lightly on the office door, the sound of her knuckles against the wood barely audible over the hum of the hospital.

“Come in,” Seth’s voice called from inside, smooth and inviting.

She pushed the door open to find him sitting behind his desk, his signature smirk already in place. The way he leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head, was far too relaxed for someone who’d nearly caused a scene outside the hospital the night before.

“Azure,” he greeted, his tone lighter than she expected.

“Dr. Rollins,” she replied cautiously, stepping inside and closing the door.

“Seth,” he corrected with a soft chuckle, motioning to the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.”

She hesitated for a moment before taking a seat in front of the large hickory desk., folding her hands in her lap.

“I wanted to talk to you about last night,” he began, his expression softening. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Roman and I… we have a complicated history.”

Azure nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. “It did seem… tense.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Seth said with a dry laugh, running a hand over his beard. “But I promise, I’ll do my best to keep things professional going forward. This hospital doesn’t need drama, and neither do you.”

She relaxed slightly at his apology, though something about his demeanor felt off.

“You’ve been adjusting so well here,” Seth continued, his tone shifting to something more personal. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from Bianca and the rest of the staff. You’re a natural fit.”

Azure bit the inside of her cheek warm at the compliment. “Thank you. Everyone’s been really welcoming. It’s made the transition easier.”

Seth leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk. “I noticed Roman has taken a liking to you.”

“He’s been nice, but…” Azure frowned. “Why do you say it like that?”

Seth let out a soft sigh, as if weighing his words carefully. “Look, I don’t want to get in the way of your personal life, but Roman and I have known each other for a long time. He has a tendency to… get involved with people and leave things messier than he found them.”

Her stomach twisted at the insinuation, but she kept her expression neutral. “I haven’t known him that long, but he doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

Seth’s eyes softened, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Let’s just say I’ve seen firsthand how things can go south when you trust him too much.”

She didn’t reply, her mind racing. Seth’s words felt calculated, like he was planting seeds of doubt without offering any real proof.

Seth must have noticed her silence because he added, “I’m just looking out for you, Azure. You’re a great addition to this team, and I’d hate to see anything—or anyone—distract you from that.” His gaze lingered, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“Well, thank you for the concern,” she said, standing abruptly. “But I can handle myself.”

“Of course you can. Just be careful. Not everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt.” Seth stood as well, his expression unreadable. 

She nodded slowly, her mind a tangle of confusion and frustration as she left Seth’s office. By the time she returned to the nurse’s station, B-Fab was gone, and the unease in Azure’s chest had grown. Seth’s words replayed in her mind, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his story—and to Roman’s—than he was letting on.

The rest of the week flew by for Roman. His large frame settled back into the plush sectional of Jimmy and Naomi’s couch, savoring the scent of buffalo wings and nachos wafting in from the kitchen. Audrey was giggling on the floor with Jey’s daughter, Mila; their laughter a welcome reprieve from the heaviness of the past week. The Detroit Lions were locked in a heated battle against the Chicago Bears on the screen, and while the game should’ve held his attention, Roman found himself glancing toward Azure more often than not.

She sat in the accent chair, dressed casually in jeans and a blue Detroit sweatshirt, her focus seemingly fixed on the game. Still, Roman could sense her reserve. Her laugh didn’t come as easily, and her gaze flickered away whenever his met hers.

Audrey’s shriek of laughter snapped Roman back to the moment. “No fair, Mila! You cheated!” she teased, pointing an accusatory finger at her cousin.

“I did not!” Mila shot back, her grin wide enough to betray her innocence.

Roman chuckled under his breath, grateful for the joy that Audrey exuded. But even in this lively atmosphere, his mind replayed the argument at the hospital—Seth’s words at the hospital had cut deep, reopening wounds he thought had long healed. Yet what gnawed at him now wasn’t just Seth’s accusations—it was how Azure might perceive him. The thought of her believing the worst caused an unusual feeling in his stomach.

Bothering him more than it should have.

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The first half of the game was intense. Roman and Jimmy loudly cheered on the Bears, much to Jey’s dismay. Audrey and Mila eventually joined in, jumping up and down to mimic the excitement. Azure even laughed at their antics a few times, though she quickly fell back into silence whenever Roman looked her way.

Halftime came, and the game commentators’ voices filled the living room. Roman took a deep breath, catching Azure’s gaze. “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she nodded. “Sure.”

He led her out to the back porch, the crisp November air cooling his skin. They stood in silence for a moment before Roman finally spoke. “I wanted to apologize for what happened at the hospital. With Seth.”

Azure crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “You don’t need to apologize for him.”

Roman shook his head. “No, I do. That argument… it wasn’t just about work. There’s a lot of history between Seth and me, and I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of it.”

Azure’s gaze softened slightly. “He called me into his office after that,” she said. “Tried to explain his side of things. Said you were… untrustworthy, messy.”

Roman’s jaw tightened. “And what did you say?”

“I didn’t believe him,” she said simply, her voice steady. “It didn’t add up, not with what I’ve seen of you.”

The weight on Roman’s chest lightened slightly. “Thank you for that,” he said, his voice quieter. A beat passed before he continued, leaning against the wall next to the back door. “Back in the day, Seth, me, and another friend were driving, cops pulled us over, and… I took the fall for something I shouldn’t have.”

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June, 2014

“That’s not mine,” Roman said automatically, even though he knew whose it was. He turned to Seth, their eyes locking. The unspoken tension between them felt heavier than the humid night air. The officer shook his head before walking over to the second patrol car as another officer stepped out of the vehicle. 

Seth broke first, stepping closer to Roman and lowering his voice. “Look, man, I can’t—this will ruin me,” he whispered, desperation in his tone. “Residency, my license, everything. You know what’s at stake.”

Roman’s stomach churned. “You brought that shit into my truck?” he hissed.

“I just needed it to take the edge off, alright?” Seth’s words tumbled out in a frantic whisper. “You—you’ve got connections. Your family knows the fire chief. This’ll get swept under the rug for you. For me? It’s game over.”

Roman stared at him, his mind racing. The weight of Seth’s plea hung between them.

Dean, now sobered by the situation, stepped forward. “Come on, Seth. You can’t ask him to do that. Take responsibility for your own—”

“Dean,” Seth snapped, his voice low and sharp. “This isn’t your life on the line. Stay out of it.”

Roman closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He hated the position Seth had put him in, hated the way the officer’s gaze bore into him, waiting for an explanation. But he thought about Seth’s future, the years of hard work that had led to this point. And he thought about his own family—their respectability in the community, their influence.

When Roman opened his eyes, his decision was made.

“It’s mine,” he said firmly, stepping forward and taking the bag from the officer’s hand.

“Roman—” Dean started, but Roman silenced him with a look.

Seth’s face was a mix of relief and guilt, but Roman couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes.

The officer gave Roman a long, scrutinizing look before nodding toward his patrol car. “You’re coming with me.”

As the handcuffs clicked around his wrists, Roman caught Seth’s gaze one last time. “Don’t waste this,” he muttered under his breath before being led to the car.

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 “Why would you do that?” Azure’s brows knitted together.

Roman exhaled heavily, shifting his weight to the opposite leg. “Because I was protecting my friend. Turns out, I was just givin' Seth a free pass to screw me over... I didn’t serve time for it, but still, a lot changed after that.”

Azure’s lips parted as if to respond, but she paused, considering her words. “That explains a lot.” She spoke. “But I think it says more about you than him—you took the fall, even when it wasn’t yours to take. That’s not reckless. That’s selfless.”

Roman stared at her, letting her words sink in. He wanted to believe her, to see himself that way, but a familiar weight pressed against his chest. He looked out at the darkening sky, his voice quieter. “Maybe,” he said, his tone somber. “But sometimes, no matter how much you want to protect someone, it’s not enough. You can’t always be the hero people think you are.”

A sudden thud broke through the brief silence, followed by a small cry. Roman’s head snapped towards the back door, and the duo ran back into the living room where Audrey was cradling her arm, her face scrunched in pain.

Jimmy was already at her side, and Azure quickly made her way around the coffee table, speaking softly as she knelt beside her. “What happened, sweetie?”

“I hit the table,” Audrey whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Naomi, where are the Band-Aids?” Roman called, moving to join them, his heart twisting at the sight of his daughter’s distress. 

“Here,” Naomi jogged into the living room, handing the small box to him.

Roman handed a single Band-Aid and alcohol pad to Azure, watching as she carefully applied it and chatted with Audrey to keep her calm. 

“It’s just a little scrape,” Azure soothed. “You’re okay, I promise.”

Roman crouched beside them, watching how tender Azure was with his daughter. The way Audrey leaned into her, trusting her completely, filled him with an unexpected warmth.

“Thanks, Azure,” Roman said, his voice low. His hand moved instinctively, resting on her shoulder for a brief moment, the contact surprising him.  

“You’re welcome,” a faint smile spread across Azure’s face. The rest of the game passed in a blur for Roman. His focus wasn’t on the field or the score but on the woman sitting across from him and the way she had quietly worked her way into his life. Their lives. As the final whistle blew, signaling a Lions win, Roman found himself looking forward to the next Sunday—and not just for the football.

[nanaminsmoon]

𝙚𝙭-𝙗𝙛!𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞

A/N: so this is the first time writing something to post so it might not be the best and i’m sorry that it’s mad long lol.

warnings: oral (male receiving + female receiving), toji nuts on readers’ face and licks it off(he nasty asf for that), toji calls reader ‘princess’ and ‘baby, phone sex kinda (you’ll see what i mean), unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), toji is a dick but he loves you really.

wc: 4583:)) + lazily proofread.

ex-bf!Toji who weasels his way back into your life with a ‘Happy birthday!’ text. When he sent it, you hadn't spoken in a little over 6 months, but he had been planning this since that day. That being the time when he showed up at your apartment a few months after you broke up and fucked you senseless. You swore to yourself it would never happen again, but you knew there was a chance that wouldn't be true. You two had broken up because you had said that you wanted space. And ex-bf!Toji agreed to give it to you. But the problem with this man is that he will just come back whenever he thinks you've had enough space. You usually try to ignore him, but the man is very persistent.

ex-bf!Toji who shows up at your apartment the night of your birthday, knocking on it until it opens. You weren’t expecting anybody because you had spent the entire day celebrating with family and friends, and you were hoping to get some time alone at the end of the night. So you dragged your sock-covered feet across the living room to the door, and when you looked through the peephole, your heart almost stopped. You knew what ex-bf!Toji was like, but you hoped he would at least let you have some peace on your birthday of all days. The voice in the back of your mind told you that you really should’ve known better because ex-bf!Toji could be described with many words; irritating, conniving, sexy, cocky. But ‘peaceful’ was not one of them.

“Evenin’, birthday girl”, he smirked, arm leant on the doorframe, as he scanned your frame. He loved you in comfortable clothes; some baggy joggers, a baggy t-shirt, some fluffy socks, and your baby pink bonnet on your head. It ignited something inside him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on—he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to cuddle you, or strip them off your body so he could see the bulge his dick made in your stomach properly.

“Fuck off, Toji”, you said, aiming to close the door but just as it was closing, his hand landed flat on it, opening it back up again.

“Hey, don't be like that.”, ex-bf!Toji feigned a wounded pout, “I missed you, and just wanted to make sure you had a good day. That’s all.”, he took a step forward, and you started to close the door again.

“I know you, Toji, so I know that it’s never that easy with you. I don’t wanna talk to you, and I most certainly don’t wanna fuck you.”, his head tilted at your words, as a smirk began spreading on his face, “Plus, I’m seeing someone now, and he wouldn’t like me speaking to you, so bye”, you hmphed before going to close the door but, like the other two attempts, ex-bf!Toji didn’t let that happen. But, this time, he pushed you further inside, and walked in, kicking the door closed behind him.

“He here?”, he spoke, and his voice was at the lowest it had been in all of the 90 seconds you had been speaking. ex-bf!Toji was looking around your apartment, eyes sweeping the area intently; he wasn’t scared, he just wanted to find the fucker who’d been ‘seeing’ his girl, so he could gauge his eyes out and make sure he wouldn’t be seeing anything ever again.

“No.”, you answered timidly, backing up further into your apartment. You weren’t afraid, you just knew that the only way to keep control over your limbs was to keep them away from his touch—meaning you needed to distance yourself from him.

“Then why should I give a fuck?”, he took another step forward. Once you brought up being involved with someone else, the sly twinkle in ex-bf!Toji‘s eyes had retired, his eyes darkening by two shades. Yet, at the sight of your frail movements, the simulated sympathy from earlier had found its way back onto ex-bf!Toji‘s profile.

“Don’t look so scared of me, beautiful. You know I could never hurt you, baby.”, he walked towards you and, once he saw that you were no longer retreating, his hand lifted to lightly caress your cheek. And you let him. Because this was just how ex-bf!Toji was; he would lure you into a false sense of security, hatching you in the palm of his hand, before closing his fingers around you, crushing you into dust, and sprinkling you onto the floor underneath him. That’s how your relationship had gone; the beginning being full of amazing sex, laughs, and just feeling like you were with a man who would do anything for you. It was great…until it wasn’t. You see, ex-bf!Toji doesn’t have many friends, says they’re a waste of time and that ‘the only person you can really trust is yourself’. But that posed a problem when he would constantly want to hang out with you; he wasn’t clingy, he just had no one else so he was constantly calling, texting, coming over to your place, and expecting you to drop whatever it was that you were doing just to do whatever he wanted to do. Which was usually just fucking. Okay, he was clingy, but he refused to admit it; whether he didn’t realise, or he was just in denial, you didn’t know. But it all got to be too much and you had to leave.

ex-bf!Toji‘s whose hands grew hot at the slightest graze of his fingers on your cheek. Then the glint that had resigned earlier, restored in full force. He knew you couldn’t resist him; at first he wasn’t sure, then you let him into your house with no further protests, and he knew you were his again. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. You always had been, nothing had changed, and now he was going to claim back what was his.

“Take your shoes off”, you spoke quietly, eyes still on his. You didn’t want him here, but you weren’t about to let this man stand on your new rug with his damn shoes on.

“And you said you didn’t want me here”, he chuckled.

“I don’t, but I like this rug. So you either take them off and say what you wanna say, or we have this conversation outside.”, you spat out, and his eyebrow rose as a surprised smile crawled onto his face. One thing you and ex-bf!Toji had in common was your attitude—in other words, you were both stubborn, and very vocal about it. So he was used to it. But you had never been one to give it to him first, you were only ever ‘bratty’ (as he liked to call it), when he provoked you. He had literally invited himself into your home but, in his mind, he hadn’t done to poke at you yet. At least, not enough to make you like this.

“What the fuck does this guy do to you? You never used to speak to me like this”, he chuckled as he reached down to take off his shoes, then he turned around to put them by the door, “I don’t know if I’m turned on, or pissed off”, he said on his walk back to you.

“Nothing”, you crossed your arms.

“Yeah, that’s problem”, his hands rose again, but this time they were further south, as he gripped your jaw with his right hand, “You need some dick, that’s why you’re acting up”. Due to his cocky persona, you had never confessed to ex-bf!Toji that he understood your needs like the back of his hand. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, at first, instead you just tried to convince yourself that maybe you’re just very predictable. Because there’s no other reason that explains him being able to know how you’re feeling, and why you’re feeling it.

ex-bf!Toji who pulls your face closer to his, as he leans down to you. Heavy breaths left both of your mouths, the tense silence sucking all of the air out of your living room. Fucking him would mean one of two things: 1) you guys get back together, which you didn’t know if you really wanted again, despite how much you missed him and his dick. Or, 2) you fuck and then never see each other again. ‘Never’ being however many months it takes for him to come back to you again. You weren’t going back to him, you never did. It felt better letting him in when he came to you, then going to him—you felt stronger because you were maintaining the space that you had wanted so bad. But then the needy part of you would always let him back in whenever you needed to be touched by someone who knew what made you feel good.

You didn’t know how it happened but, one second, you were stood in your living room then, next thing you knew, ex-bf!Toji‘s lips were pressed onto yours. His arms wrapping around you to pull you into him by your ass, before his tongue would lightly brush your lower lip, before it was inside of your mouth. Your tongues would move against each other for a few more seconds before ex-bf!Toji would pull back, your bottom lip sandwiched between his teeth as if it were a souvenir commemorating his departure from the inside of your mouth. His hands, however, remained clawing at your ass through your baggy joggers, and he just kept pulling you into himself. After a few seconds, you realised he was doing that so you could feel how hard he was under those jeans of his.

“I told you I’m not fucking you, Toji”, you shook your head lightly at him, and one of his hands rose so he could use his index finger to lift your head up.

“We both know that’s not true”, he smirked at you before he moved down to plant open mouthed kisses on your neck, biting you right on the side of it, “If he asks you who did this, tell him it was a birthday present from a friend”, he hummed against your skin.

And he was right, it wasn’t true. Because not too long after, ex-bf!Toji had you laying on your back on top of your bed, your legs hanging over the foot of it, as he knelt on the floor. One hand on your lower stomach, and another hand wrapped around your thigh so you wouldn’t move, ex-bf!Toji was eating you out like your pussy was his sole life source. He had started with languid licks between your folds, occasionally sucking and blowing on your throbbing clit but he grew impatient and just starting tongue fucking your hole. You had already cum twice, and your legs were covered in dark purple splotches, but ex-bf!Toji wouldn’t stop. He had to take his jeans off because they were starting to hurt him. With how hard he was, he thought his zip would fly off. But, as amazing as it all felt, you wanted him inside of you before you ripped a chunk of his hair out because of how hard you were grabbing it.

“Toji, f-fuck me, p-please”, you mewled out, and his head rose up for a moment so he could look at you. Your eyelashes were dry—usually, by this time, your cheeks would hold shadows of dried tears, but your face was completely barren. And he hated it.

“C’mere”, he stood up, yanking your legs towards him when he felt you were moving to slow. Then, he helped you stabilise yourself on your shaky legs, before he pushed you to the floor so you were on your knees.

“Suck it”, he ordered, and you quickly pulled his boxers down, weirdly surprised by how big he was. You had seen ex-bf!Toji‘s dick too many times for genitalia that didn’t belong to you, but you had forgotten just how big he was. And now you were faced with his dribbling tip, everything just became a bit too daunting. And ex-bf!Toji could feel it emanating off you, and he reached down to your cheek, stroking it again,

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen it before.”, he scoffed, “Don’t just gawk at it, put it in your mouth. You can take it, we both know you can”, you looked up at him, and nodded at his commands before taking him into your hand and as you were about to wrap your lips around his throbbing tip, he tsked down at you.

“None of that teasing shit. Take the whole thing in your throat”, you scoffed at him, but his face remained straight. He was dead serious.

So you took him into your mouth and, as you were slowly putting more of him into your mouth, he pushed your head down so he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him. Earning a dark moan from the figure above you, but he pulled you back slowly, the sensation of his length pulling out of your throat causing two fingers to drift to your clit to rub on it.

“Don’t touch it”, he breathed out, “That’s my job”, he threw his head back, and moaned up into the air.

ex-bf!Toji who fucked your throat for a few minutes, before his thighs and lower abdomen started to twitch and he felt himself getting close. So he pulled himself out of your throat. One hand grabbed the back of your hair to hold you in place, and his other hand pumped his dick before he spoke quietly,

“Close your eyes”, he warned, and you just about had enough time to heed his warning before his cum was spurting all over your face.

“Better”, he smiled, happy that your face was no longer pristine. And, before you could even gather your thoughts to understand what he meant, he was picking you up, and throwing you on your bed.

ex-bf!Toji who licks the nut on your chin, before his tongue leads him to your mouth that he kisses sloppily before pulling back from you. A smirk on his face as he takes a moment to admire how unfaltering your beauty is. You hadn’t changed since the last time you two were in this position and he hoped that it stayed that way.

ex-bf!Toji who finally gets the time to analyse your shirt, and realises he’s never seen it before.

“This his?”, he grabs a handful of the ash grey band tee. You didn’t know how you forgot that the shirt you were wearing belonged to the guy you wee seeing, but ex-bf!Toji noticed it first. You nodded up at him, and his jaw clenched. He had originally planned to pull it off you, but now he knew who it belonged to, he just ripped it in half, revealing your bare nipples. He threw the shirt somewhere in your room, before his lips latched around your nipple, nibbling at it gently, causing you to wince.

ex-bf!Toji who occupies your focus by placing wet, lingering kisses on your torso as a means to distract you while he angled himself at your entrance. That pretty much did nothing because your body reacted before you could even comprehend what was going on. Goosebumps cascaded over you as his tip brushed against your folds. And the satisfaction he got from seeing how something as miniscule as that got such a big reaction from you, meant that he would do it again. One hand on your knee to keep your legs open, and the other placed on his dick to rub the tip against your folds over and over again.

“Toji, please just fuck me!”, you whined desperately, your voice louder than you’d want it to be, and he simply laughed at you. It amused him how your demeanour had changed so quickly.

“‘Fuck me, Toji, fuck me’”, he mocked your voice, “I’ll do what I want, sweetheart. Look at you, begging for me after you were saying you didn’t want to fuck me”, he pouted again, before he slammed himself into you, causing you to cry out.

ex-bf!Toji who fucks you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do; one of your legs sat atop his shoulder as he slams into you, over and over again. The sum of his lips leaving wet kisses wherever they can, his tip so deep inside you that it's damn near touching your lungs, and the obscenities he was licking onto your flaming hot skin, was making you go crazy.

ex-bf!Toji whose mind is fixated on fucking you so good that you won't want anyone ever again. He doesn't want to keep doing this stupid back and forth of you two walking away from each other, only to crawl right back into each others arms again. To say he was jealous was an understatement; he was seething. And, in his mind, it was already decided that you would never be seeing that guy again. Whoever the fuck he was.

“What about your boyfriend, huh? He fuck you like this?”, he chuckled, and you shook your head, still whining, “I could tell. You’re still so fucking tight, it’s like you haven’t been fucked in years”, he chuckled, breathing heavily in your ear.

“H-harder, Toji, p-please”, your words were laboured as, with the way he was pounding into you, you couldn’t garner enough air to voice an entire sentence.

“What about all that shit you were talking earlier, huh?”, he teased, “Telling me you’ve changed, but you still take my dick as good as always. Still so desperate, so needy”, his words were punctuated by harsh thrusts. It wasn’t unusual for him to relieve his anger through fucking you with reckless abandon, even if his stomach spun with guilt afterwards. But this time, ex-bf!Toji was mad at a plethora of things, and the most painful, was losing you.

Even though he never said it, you changed ex-bf!Toji’s life. Before you, he never really thought that making emotional connections with people wasn’t worth it because they were unreliable. But you were so good to him, even when he wasn’t the best to you. He lived in the same apartment building as your best friend, and you had met when you held the elevator open for him. He had never thanked you, he just smirked at you and went about his day. Then, when you next saw him, you expected him to do the same. But he didn’t, and you had teased him about it. He shrugged you off, but then he went home and nutted twice just at the thought of you. He asked you on a date, the night after he did that, and he fell in love with you a few months after.

ex-bf!Toji whose senses are overridden by everything you. Your scent, the noises you make when he hits those spots, and the satisfying sting provided by your french tip nails digging into his back. But, alas, nothing lasts forever, and his bliss was cut short by the shrill cries resonating from your phone. When he looked at the screen, he saw a male name he had never heard you mention. That must be him, he thought to himself. His hips didn’t stop, now thrusting even harder somehow, making it harder for you to push the device further on your bedside table.

“Answer it.”, he growled onto your neck. You knew why he wanted you to answer the phone, and you didn’t want to deal with the drama; you wanted to break things off with this guy in a more amicable way that wouldn’t hurt his feelings. Or, worse, stroke ex-bf!Toji‘s ego even more.

“N-no, Toji, that’s n-not— fuckfuckfuck. Toji, I’m gonna c-cum—”, your eyes were rolling so far back you could’ve sworn you saw your brain.

“You’re not cumming until you answer that fucking phone”, ex-bf!Toji stopped his movements, causing you to whine in frustration before you leaned up and shakily grabbed your phone.

“Hello?”, you breathed out, “Yeah? Um…not right now, I’m just busy. Nah, nah, I’m good, just…there was a spider and I was running around looking for it. Yeah, I would’ve called you but…I didn’t want to bother you. I, uh…I want to see you too. But, I’m just real busy right now. But…if we can, then maybe”, your eyes were trained on the man on top of you, and he was training his hands to not pick that phone up and throw it at the wall. But, instead, he put both of his hands on your knees and held them apart and pounded himself into you. Over and over and over again; his only concern being making you moan as loud as you possibly could. Naturally, your phone fell out of your hand and landed softly on the pillow, so ex-bf!Toji picked it up.

“Delete her number.”, was all he said before he placed the phone back onto the pillow. You hoped thought that he hung up, but he hadn’t.

ex-bf!Toji who fucked you harder than he ever had, just because he wanted your boyfriend to cry blood. You hadn’t realised that he hadn’t hung up yet, so when he told you to be louder, you were louder. And when he told you to moan his name like it’s the word that would grant your salvation, you complied as quick as your mind would allow you.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me again”, his thrusts grew harsher; the thought of you being ripped from him again made him beyond frustrated. And that frustration was revealing itself in how hard he was fucking you.

“I c-can’t.”, you stuttered out. How was he asking you to say shit to him when you couldn’t even remember your own name with how good he was fucking you??

“You can, and you will. Now tell me that you’re mine now. That you won’t walk away from me again.”, he growled out and, this time, his hand reached to your throat. With his thumb on one side of your neck, and his index and middle finger on the other, ex-bf!Toji squeezed gently. And that, combined with the way his tip was hitting that spot over and over again, was enough to make you dizzy. But you still obeyed.

“I..w-won’t-t. I p-promise, T-Toji, I won’t!”, you shouted out, and that was the moment your, now, ex-boyfriend hung up. And the smirk imminent on ex-bf!Toji‘s face was very telling; he was smug as fuck. Not only had he gotten rid of the fucker trying to steal the love of his life, but he got his girl back. Whether you meant what you said, or you were too fucked to know, he didn’t know nor care. He would take the angelic noises you were making as gospel.

“Damn fucking right you won’t.”, he muttered, fucking you even harder. Because his plan was just to fuck you so hard your legs gave out, and you literally would never walk away from him.

ex-bf!Toji who made you cum five times before he felt his thighs twitch for the second time that night, and he was beginning to think he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his bottom lip.

“Who this pussy belong to, baby?”, he grunted, before biting your earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, and you were so overstimulated you thought you were going to faint.

“Y-you, Toji, it’s-s yours-s. F-fuckkkkfuckfuckfuckfuck”, you could feel your sixth orgasm, and you were about to lose it all. Any other day, you would talk back and give this man shit, but at this point you just needed him to nut so this could be over with. ex-bf!Toji‘s stamina was insane so he could go round after round after round, but if he was overstimulated you could at least get him to slow down for his own wellbeing.

“Imma cum in this pussy, baby, I can’t hold this shit in no more. You want it?”, the aggression in his thrusts had dropped significantly and their rhythm was far more sporadic. He knew he wasn’t pulling out; you felt so good and the wetness from the amount of times you had cum was just too good to part from.

“You still on birth control?”, he asked, his breathy heavy and laboured, and you nodded lazily. You didn’t know where you were, who you were, or what was going on at this point, and you just needed a break. The dick was too good; you wanted to be in that bed all night, but you needed some time to get yourself together or you’d go insane.

“F-fuck, baby, I c-can’t”, were the last words ex-bf!Toji uttered before his hips stilled inside you, and his head fell. The strands of raven hair that sweat hadn’t glued to his forehead were reaching out to kiss the delicate brown skin on your face.

ex-bf!Toji whose nut seems like it’s never-ending. His head is just dropped down, your foreheads attached, as he just moans lowly, his breath hitting your lips. After a few more seconds, his hips start moving again, as whines start leaving his mouth. You had never heard ex-bf!Toji whine because each time it happened, he stifled it or made sure you moaned loud enough to drown him out. But your ears, and pussy, were twitching at the high pitched noises falling from his mouth. It was just pure desperation; he needed you more than he had ever needed anything, and having you back in his arms felt like heaven to him.

“I missed you so much, princess”, his voice was starting to crack, and his fingers were about to rip through the pillow next to your head, as he came for a third time.

ex-bf!Toji who pulls your cheek onto his bare chest once you guys are done, and traces circles onto your bare arm. All the while, his lips are moving slowly, promising you the world and everything in it. As long as you stay with him forever.

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[hanmaitani]

Pretty Neighbor pt.2

PAIRING - Kita Shinsuke x Reader WC - 6.4k GENRE - Smut CW - copious amount of lead up, noncon voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, dubcon, masterbation, use of sex toys, cunnilingus, soft sex, body worship, Kita isn’t as innocent as everyone believes him to be, Suna is an instigative little shit SYNOPSIS - Kita Shinsuke is the responsible one in the friend group. Quiet, reserved, respectable. Always on his best behavior. That is, until his neighbor Suna gets a cute new roommate. A cute new roommate who’s a little too oblivious for her own good.

A/N: if you wonder how I envisioned this apartment setup

PART 1

Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one in his friend group. He always had been.

He’s usually quiet and reserved, respectable, diligently doing his work and helping others where he can. Always on his best behavior.

Kita Shinsuke was constant. That was what he was doing when he saw his cute new neighbor for the first time. Being constant.

His attention had been grabbed by your small curse and he’d glanced to see you walking towards the neighboring staircase. A light smile tugged on his lips when he saw you trip and a shoe tumble out of your overly full arms. He watched with light amusement as you crouched down and tried to balance it back in your arms.

He was next to you in just a couple long strides, his mouth moving before he could think about it. “Evenin’.” A short greeting but one that was graced with a response from you nonetheless.

“Evenin’.” Your voice was soft to his ears, sweet as the small smile you gave him that had the corners of his lips tugging up even more. But before he could try to respond you were scampering away and up the stairs.

He smiled to himself as he continued on to his own set of stairs, catching a glimpse of you disappearing into Suna’s apartment. He made mental note to ask him about it later.

He didn’t mean to accidentally look into your window, honestly. He’d been caught by the downstairs neighbor for a brief minute, delaying his ascent up the stairs. His attention had been drawn on his way up by movement from the window next to his stairs, the window that usually had the blinds completely drawn.

He’d glanced up to see you leaning up, stringing up some small lights around the window, soft sounds of music and melodic singing wafting out the window. Maybe, he thought to himself, he didn’t so much mind his little run-down apartment anymore.

He'd had to face Aran’s questions when he entered the apartment still smiling. He found himself thinking about the cute neighbor as he tried to go through his usual evening routine. Wondering when he would be able to see you again.

He didn’t have to wait long, quite literally almost running into you while leaving for work the next morning. You’d looked up at him, eyes widening quickly as you recognized him.

He let a smile pull on his lips at how cute he thought you looked, “Mornin’.” He greeted, trying to be kind as possible. He thought you looked like a skittish cat, ready to flee at any sudden movement.

“Mornin’.” You squeaked out in response and he watched as you dashed off just as quick as the night before.

He'd sighed at the lack of interaction, how fast you were willing to leave, but moved towards his car, careful to not be late. The interactions with you, however, weighed on his mind. He spent most of his day, with the thought of you sitting pretty in the back of his mind, not quite impeding on his routines but constantly present nonetheless.

He would like to say he wasn’t disappointed when he pulled back into the parking lot at the end of his workday and saw that the car you’d gotten into this morning wasn’t there. But he was a little disappointed. A little sad to see the blinds pulled shut on the window, no little fairy lights hanging and turned on. A little disappointed he didn’t run into you while making his way to his apartment like he had the night before.

He refused to let it disrupt his routine, however, and just like clockwork, he slipped outside late at night, just in time for the elderly woman a few doors away to appear, her car pulling up with groceries in the back. He smiled fondly as she tried to load the bags into her arms, his feet already carrying himself down the stairs towards her.

“Lemme help ya, ma’am.”

He tried his hardest to listen to her gushing the same story she told every week and her attempts to set him up with her granddaughter. He smiled and appeased her, but his attention was taken by the familiar car pulling into the spot next to where Suna’s was supposed to be.

Distracted by you, the girl who nearly tumbled out of the car, hand holding onto the frame of the door as you steadied yourself. Distracted by you as you came fully into his view, the lights from your car seemed to reveal some bruises across your skin, too dark to be just plays of shadows. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw what seemed to be some cuts across your legs.

He tilted his head to try and see better as you piled things into your arms before shutting the door. He wanted to catch your eye, to wave a ‘hello’ but it was stopped by the elderly woman who he’d been helping.

“You’re always so sweet for doing this Kita dear.” He smiled down at her.

“Ya needa stop comin’ ‘ome wit groceries s’late, ma’am.” She hushed him and waved her hand. “I’s safer fer ya durin’ the day.”

He stayed sweet towards the elderly woman, taking her groceries inside for her to help her put them away. By the time he got to throw another glance over his shoulder, his cute neighbor was already almost at the stairs. He shook the disappointment out of his head and resumed his routine of helping the elderly woman.

He unloaded her groceries diligently. He placed items where she requested and politely declined her requests to invite her granddaughter to come meet him. His usual routine.

By the time he was finally making his way back to his apartment he smiled at the window next to his staircase. Blinds pulled up halfway, lit up by some fairy lights. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what you were doing, if you were playing music like before, singing as you put something up like you had the night prior.

He didn’t mean to glance over at the window as he passed it on the stairs. His face blushed a deep red as he took in the scene in front of him.

He could see you sitting on the end of your bed, cleaning a large scratch on your leg with some cotton. Your hair was still wet as it fell down your bare back. Bare. Because you were clad in only a towel. A towel that barely covered your lower half.

He snapped his gaze away from the mirror and rushed to get himself inside. His face was still hot when he made his way to his room., telling himself that he wouldn’t ever do it again.

That was short lived. He didn’t mean to; swore he didn’t mean to. But when he left for work in the morning, he couldn’t help himself. It was just a glance, to see if you were still there. You were and he had to do a double take.

His hand gripped the railing tightly as his eyes raked quickly over your body. His lips parted softly as his eyes were caught on your bare back. Your legs were tangled up in your comforter but most of it was pressed under your bare torso. In fact, the only piece of clothing on your body was a tiny pair of shorts that had rode up slightly.

Kita swallowed hard as his eyes traced the curve of your ass and up your bare back. Your hair was gathered around your shoulders, the smooth lines of your back exposed to his eyes. His breathing stuttered at how beautiful he thought you were.

You stirred slightly and he snapped himself out of his trance. His eyes aiming back ahead of him and continuing down the stairs. He berated himself as he went, for acting like a creep, for letting himself invade your privacy like that. His face was red as he made his way to his car, a little later than he was supposed to, breaking his routine for the first time.

That night he tried to force himself to avoid looking in the window. He truly did try his hardest. But seeing your shadow move around caught his attention as he started up the stairs.

It was just a glimpse, the movement of you pulling your shirt off by the window. He saw the curve of your breasts in your bra and he stopped himself from continuing to look. He shook his head hard and trained his eyes down. Watching his feet as they carried him to his front door, using the entirety of his willpower to not look back up.

He slipped back into routine of the morning, refusing to look behind him as he left, didn’t run into you on his way to his car either. There was a weird tug in his chest at the miss of seeing you, a weird need to glance back at your window as he got into his car.

An easy feeling settled over him when he saw the blinds moving a little bit and your shape moving around up in your room. He willed himself to leave, telling himself that maybe he’d run into you when he came home.

He did see you, as he parked his car into his spot that evening. You were standing in front of the stairs leading up to Suna’s apartment, laundry basket tucked into your arms. He couldn’t tell why you weren’t moving until he’d opened his car door. He strained his ears as he reached for his bag and could just barely hear the sweet lull of your voice.

“Sorry, I just have to get up the stairs.” He watched as you shifted on your feet, moving your laundry basket ever-so-slightly. He could see past you now.

“Go ahead.” The man in front of you replied. Kita’s body tightened as he recognized the man sitting on the stairs in front of you. Suna’s freak of a next door neighbor. Someone he’d thought had been kicked out already, especially after the altercation that happened the month before when the cops had to be called.

“I don’t want to accidentally hit you,” your voice was still sweet and he could hear it shaking slightly, “if you wouldn’t mind just for a moment—” Kita’s feet were already carrying his body towards you before he could think about it.

“Are you saying I can’t take a hit?” The man’s voice raised and Kita watched as the cute girl, you, flinched back slightly. Kita’s steps quickened, closing the distance. “I can take a hit; I’ve been hit before.”

Kita nearly growled as he stood protectively behind your smaller frame. “S’common cour’sy.” The words rolled out of his mouth without thinking, his hand laying gently, protectively on your upper arm, attempting to keep you away from the man that was now in front of both of you.

He was looking straight over you, glaring at the man who was making his cute neighbor so uncomfortable. He tried to shake the feeling filling him out of his head, attempting to ignore how your skin felt against his own as he guided you to step back, placing himself in between you and the other neighbor.

“Yer only a couple complaints ‘way from getting’ kicked outta ‘ere. Watch yerself.” He tried to stay calm, to ignore the urge to grab the man in front of him by the collar and toss him out of the way. He didn’t know where the rush of anger came from, but he wanted so desperately to protect you, the girl now standing behind him. “Jus’ let the pre’y lady pass.”

The man didn’t seem to want to back down. Trying to square up to Kita, he stood up and took a step forward. “I don’t like the tone you’re asking in.”

Kita, always quiet, reserved, and respectable was quickly losing his temper. He stepped forward, squaring his shoulders, putting himself between the weird neighbor and the stairs. He moved his hand back to you behind him.

“Wasn’ askin’.” He dropped his tone, a dark look crossing his eyes as he took another step towards the man. Kita guided you behind him, blocking you from the man in front of you.

“Thank you.” Your breath brushed against him as you walked hurriedly up the stairs. The words were soft from your lips and he wished so desperately to follow after you, but he couldn’t leave with the creep in front of him acting the way he was.

“Who do you think you are!” The man in front of Kita raised his voice again, offensive as opposed to the way that he was stepping away from Kita now. “You can’t keep me from sittin’ on my own stairs!” He exclaimed.

“’m not.” Kita said plainly. “’m keepin’ ya from harassin’ the pre’y lady, fer no reason.” He stepped forward again before he felt a presence step up beside him.

“So you bothering my new roomie?” Suna asked with a bored tone. The man grumbled as he realized the two men weren’t going to move from the staircase. Quickly making himself scarce, Kita didn’t relax until he was out of sight.

“Thanks for protecting y/n, I’m sure that she appreciates ya for that.” Suna sighed as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Should go check on her though.”

Kita nodded lightly, watching as Suna disappeared up the stairs, unlocking his door easily and slipping inside. Kita paused as he turned back towards his own door.

Y/n. Your name was y/n. It was pretty, just like you. He smiled lightly as he noticed your light turn on in your room. That was one step closer to knowing you.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. He would sometimes catch you in the mornings when you left at the same time, quiet 'mornin''s passed between you both. Kita always talked himself out of furthering the conversation for the sake of them possibly being late.

He tended to not run into you in the evenings when he came home. He was often left longing to just have a conversation with you, thinking about how maybe he could catch you in a conversation through the window as he walked up the stairs.

That was before he realized how creepy it might come off if he acknowledged he could see you through the window. Especially when he caught himself looking in your window more and more, accidentally catching glimpses of you as you changed. Accidentally peering in to see your naked form barely covered by your blankets as you slept.

He’d never felt more annoyed with himself as he did on those mornings that he did that. Lecturing himself over the indiscretion and how he should stop doing it. Only to find himself accidentally doing it again. To find himself watching you as you walked away from him in the morning. Remembering how soft your skin felt under his touch.

All of it came to a head the day he decided he really needed the casserole dish back that he’d lent to Suna nearly a month prior. He had accomplished the feat of going down the stairs without glancing over at your window, reaching the bottom of the stairs just in time to see Suna rushing over towards his car.

“Suna!” Suna’s head snapped towards Kita, pausing his rush for a moment. “Wonderin’ if I could get my dish back, the one I lent ya.” Suna tilted his head for a moment trying to think. “Wanted to use it t’make some food tonigh’.”

Suna nodded lightly. “I’m in a rush to meet Mizu, she’ll kick my ass if I’m late again.” He fiddled with the keys on his ring before tossing something shiny over to Kita. Kita caught it before realizing the object was a key. “I gotta go, but feel free to have a look around, I’ve got no idea where it is.”

“Yer not gonn’ need it?” Kita asked, staring at the key in his hand.

“Not comin’ home tonight!” Suna shouted back, leaning himself into his car, “see ya!”

Kita sighed at the rush his usually calm neighbor was in before training his eyes back up to the door. What was the worst that could happen?

He felt wrong entering the house on his own. Knocked first, but didn’t seem to be heard. He turned the key carefully, feeling wrong entering the space without one of the current residents. He sighed as he slipped off his shoes, locking the door behind himself. There was no response when he called out into the apartment and figured that the pretty resident living here was occupied.

He sighed and made his way towards the kitchen, the entire apartment a replica of his own’s floorplan. He spent ten minutes rummaging through the kitchen, cursing Suna’s disorganization. Ten minutes before deciding that a resident of the apartment might have better luck. He glanced towards the hallway, his feet carrying him before he could think.

There was the sound of the tv coming from behind the door and he winced as he resolved to knock. “Y/n?” Your name felt foreign on his tongue but he persisted. Knocking and calling again. He winced at the lack of answer, but he was determined to make that food tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to just grab your attention.

“Y/n?” He called again, his hand slowly turning the knob on the door, easing it open slowly. He was trying to call your name again when his voice died in his throat, unprepared for the sight in front of him.

Kita’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight. The pretty neighbor that he’d been catching glimpses of from the window was splayed out on the bed.

Your body was completely bare, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You had headphones over your ears, the reason why you hadn’t heard him trying to get your attention. Your mouth was parted lightly, soft moans falling out with your eyebrows scrunched together in focus.

He watched as your hands, much smaller than his own, pressed between your thighs. Your knees were bent up, one hand loosely holding a vibrator to your clit, the other trying to work the tip of a pretty purple dildo into yourself.

He swallowed hard as he watched your wetness pool out of you, covering the head of the dildo. He was ashamed in himself at the way he could feel himself harden in his pants, at the way he imagined what you would look like trying to stretch yourself around his length.

He clenched his jaw as he saw your body arch slightly, your head falling further back into the pillow. Small whimpers falling from your mouth.

He watched your muscles tense and he couldn’t draw his eyes away. Couldn’t bring himself to make a single sound as he watched you bring yourself closer to the edge. Right up until the point where he watched your back fall back down as you groaned in frustration.

Your eyes stayed closed as you took a deep breath and he found himself closing the door as you started again.

Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one out of all of his friends. He’s quiet and reserved and respectable. He’s always on his best behavior. Except this moment, when he threw caution to the wind.

When he decided to risk it and take the consequences. When he walked over and knelt at the bottom of the bed, deciding that he, just once, could do something selfish.

Your body froze as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. Your eyes flew open and you glanced down to see a head of gray and black hair.

The cute man from next door, whose eyes were trained on the space between your thighs.

You squeaked, trying to sit up quickly, embarrassment filling your body, face heating up as you tried to snap your legs closed. He glanced up quickly, eyes darker than you’d known them to be before they softened upon meeting yours.

He didn’t let go of your wrist that was gripped around the dildo. Instead, his fingers rubbed circles into your wrist. His second hand brushed up your bare thigh, goosebumps raising after his fingers as he leaned up onto the bed. His fingers lightly pulled the headphones off of your ears and you were greeted by the sound of your tv playing once again.

“Ya can tell me to stop.” His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes raked over your body. You felt so insecure under him, like his gaze was analyzing your body’s every twitch. “But ya look so pre’y like this.” Your chest tightened, sending heat rushing down towards your core. “Ya gonn’ lemme help?”

You almost said no, thought about it, but the way he was eyeing your body, the glances you’d stolen at him over the past week seeped into your mind. What was the worst that could happen? You whimpered and nodded lightly at him.

A smile pressed onto his lips and he brushed his hand against your thighs, easing them back open. “Yer so pre’y.” He mumbled.

You whimpered as he guided your hand to grip the base of the dildo harder, his other hand pressing the on switch to the vibrator again, helping you press it firmly to your clit. You let out a shaky moan as you collapsed back onto the bed, your eyes squeezing shut.

It sent a shock up into your body, the embarrassment of being splayed out like this and the pleasure it was causing to course through your core sending mixed signals to your brain.

His hand, wrapped around yours, began to push the tip of the dildo back in. You whimpered out a moan as you felt yourself stretch lightly. He groaned at the resistance, eyes trained on the wetness seeping out of you.

“Ya gotta relax, y/n.” You whined at the sound of your name falling out of his mouth, you didn’t even have the energy to question how he’d known it.

The vibrations traveling through your body from your clit was sending your mind into a haze. Your sharp gasp escaped your lips as he helped you ease the dildo into your cunt another inch.

“Yer so tigh’.” He groaned and you moaned at the praise. “Bet ya’d feel ‘mazin’ ‘round me.” You whined at the thought of it. Would he stretch you better than the dildo, dip into you further?

“Fuck, please, wanna cum.” You whined mindlessly, barely aware of his grip tightening around your wrists.

You could feel the tightness pulling at your stomach, you could feel yourself tightening around the dildo. Breathless moans falling from your mouth as your head fell back, back arching as he guided your hands. You whined as you couldn’t keep up with the edge you were chasing.

You heard the pretty man tsk from between your legs. “No wonder.” He released your hands and you whined as your orgasm fell away from you before you could reach it. “Ya go a li’le slack there darlin’.” You let out a strangled protest as he pulled the toys out of you and pushed them off to the side. “I’ll take care o’ ya.” He traced his fingers across your wrists, dragging them up with him as he placed himself on the bed between your legs.

“What—” you started, watching as he hovered over you, pulling your wrists to lay up by your head.

“Jus’ need ya to relax.” He whispered, his voice sending shivers up your spine as he pressed a soft kiss against your jaw. “Wan’a hear ya moan my name. Can ya do that fer me?” You whined as you felt him nibble onto your neck lightly, nodding softly as he traced kisses along your skin.

“Strangers shouldn’ be doin’ this.” He let his fingers trace up your arms and you let out a shaky breath. “Kita Shinsuke.”

His hands brushed against your sides lightly. “Shi—Shinsuke.” You repeated back with a whimper as he cupped one of your breasts.

“Will ya say it ‘gain fer me.” He kissed down your chest lightly, kissing the tops of your breasts. “Ya look so perfec’. Pre’y like this.”

You moaned his name again softly as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue lapping at it lightly.

“These fi’ in my hands jus’ right.” You whined as he palmed your breasts, kissing down the middle. He kissed all the way down, pulling small gasps out of your lips as made his way back between your legs.

“Can’tell ya how many times I though’ ‘bout havin’ ya like this.” You whined as you felt his hot breath against your core.

“Shinsuke.” You whimpered, your fingers winding into his hair.

“Jus’ keep sayin’ it, love. Lemme take care o’ ya.”

You nodded lightly as he pushed your knees over his shoulder. He nudged his nose against your clit and your breath hitched. Your eyes fluttered shut easily as he pressed his tongue into you easily. He moaned into you and your breathing stuttered.

“Ya taste so pre’y, darlin’.”

You cried out as he licked into you desperately, pace quickening as your moans increased in volume. Breathy sounds of his name fell from your lips as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You whined as his fingers pressed to your entrance, easing two in slowly. Whispered ‘please’s and whimpers of his name fell out as you felt your core tightening up again. “Wan’ cum please.”

He hummed against you and curled his fingers up, licking diligently at your clit as you felt sparks running down your spine. Your back arched as you cried out whines of his name, feeling yourself barreling towards the edge.

Your legs clamped closed around his head but he seemed unphased as he pushed you into your orgasm. You whined at the immediate feeling of overstimulation, your fingers pushing at his head, trying to detach him from you as he sent more sparks running through your veins.

He pulled off slightly, pressing soft kisses into the inside of your thighs as he massaged circles into them. “Ya taste so sweet, can’ get ‘nough.” You watched dazedly as he licked across his lips trying to lick up your cum left over on them. “Coul’ stay ‘ere all day.”

You panted, watching as he leaned up onto his knees, your eyes trailing his fingers as he undid the buttons on his shirt, easily pulling it off. You tried to lean up to reach for him but he tsked you and pushed you back down easily.

“No.” He said softly, kissing the corner of your mouth as he hovered over you. “This s’all ‘bout ya darlin’.”

He pressed his lips to yours finally, his hand cupping your cheek and lifting your jaw up to his. You could taste yourself on his lips and he swallowed the moan you let out. You let your hands fall against his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles as his hands moved down to unbutton his pants.

“Wanna,” you whined as you kissed him again, “wanna feel you please.”

Shinsuke let out a soft chuckle as he kissed your lips again. “All ‘bout ya darlin’.” He whispered into your lips, pushing his pants down his legs.

You let your eyes rake over him as you did, the first time you really had the chance to fully appreciate his beauty. His gray and black hair was messy from the previous ministrations of where your fingers had tugged at the strands. His shiny brown eyes trained down between your bodies as his fingers brushed against your skin.

His long pretty fingers, soft and rough at the same time, sure of themselves in their movements but handling you with care. Your own fingers longed to brush against the dips along his hips, to trace the trail down lower. Longed to rake nails against the course hair that led to what you now wanted most.

A soft moan fell out of his kiss-swollen lips as he nudged the head of his cock against your clit.

“Shin,” you whined out the nickname, “please wanna.”

He groaned at the sound of your voice, leaning up to catch your lips with his again as he slowly eased the head of his cock into you. You breathed in a shaky breath as his mouth fell open against yours.

“God darlin’. Ya feel s’good.” He moaned into your mouth, kissing you again. He eased his hips forward a little more, drawing a moan out of you. “Feel s’tigh’ ‘round me.” Your head fell back into the pillow, soft moans falling out of your lips as he pushed the rest of the way in. “Ya look s’pre’y b’neath me.”

“Shinsuke.” You moaned, drawing out his name as he brushed his hands against your thighs softly, pulling your knees up to his hips. You felt yourself clench around him and the moan he let out made you unintentionally do it again.

“Fuck, can’ help it.” He groaned, eyes glazing over as he leaned up to look down between you both, eyes tracing over your body. “Yer s’perfec’.” His voice was rough against your ears as his hand pulled your knees together in between your bodies. “m’sorry. Can’t help it.” He groaned as he pushed your knees closer to your chest. You let out a squeak as he pressed in deeper.

You felt your eyes roll as you he dragged his cock out slowly before thrusting back in quickly. You let out a curse and he repeated the motion.

“M-more please.” You moaned out, barely catching the soft smile he gave you.

“Anythin’ fer ya, pre’y.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss you, subsequently pushing himself more into you. You let out a strangled moan against his lips as he picked up the pace, his speed quickly becoming brutal.

You let out a pathetic whine as his hips adjusted and the tip of his cock hit a spot in you that had you seeing stars. “Right—” you moaned loudly as he picked up what you were trying to say and his hips began to move incredibly faster.

You cried out calls of his name as he bullied the head of his cock into that sensitive spot repeatedly. Words tumbled out of your mouth with no meaning, mixed in with pleas and curses and versions of his name.

“Ya gon’ cum fer me darlin’?” He whispered against your neck, his lips pulling some of the sensitive skin and sucking a mark into it.

You moaned again, slurring out a flurry of ‘yes’s, your eyes rolling and your back arching as you felt the pressure of your orgasm building quickly. Crying out another call of his name you felt his grip tighten on your body.

A flurry of curses left his lips against your skin. “Wan’ my cum?”

Your head was nodding fervently before you could register it, your hands trying to find purchase on your sheets as you felt yourself tumble over the edge. The sound of his moans in your ear sent your senses into overload and his rhythm got sloppy, his speed and strength still not wavering.

“So pre’y takin’ me.” He whined into your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin he’d just marked. “Cum fer me ‘gain m'love.”

You whined at the overstimulation, your nerves on fire from your orgasm not calming as he continued to pound into your g-spot. “Wanna—”

You whined as one of his hands came down between the two of you, his fingers picking up quick but light circles around your clit. “Wanna feel your cum, Shinsuke.”

You choked out another moan and cried as you felt yourself rushing towards the edge again, your body tensing up. Your hands pressing against his chest pointlessly trying to relieve the overwhelming pleasure.

His groan against your skin was broken, your name falling from his lips easily as his hips stuttered. Keeping his hips pressed firmly against yours, he let out a strangled moan. He pressed his lips back to yours and swallowed your cries as your orgasm crashed over. Your nails dug into his arms, leaving crescent shaped marks.

You whined as he slowly pulled out, his fingers rubbing easily into your muscles as he unfolded your legs. Your breathing was still staggering as he easily stretched your body back from it's cramped position.

“Ya need to keep yer window shut when ya change, darlin.” You tilted your head at him, confused as he rubbed his fingers into the sore spots of your hips. “I can see ya from my steps.” He smiled lightly as he felt your legs tense up. “Relax darlin’ I jus’ worked hard to relax ya.”

He brushed his fingers against your core and gathered up some of his cum that was leaking out. You whined as he pressed it back in. “This sight, righ’ ‘ere.” He raked his eyes over your body and you felt the urge to shrink. “I wan’ it to be all fer me.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mind still in a post-orgasmic haze, trying to figure out if you heard him correctly. “What do you mean?” You asked breathily, as he smiled down at you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheekbone.

“I mean,” he whispered, “anytime ya wanna be taken care o’, ya come t’me. It’ll be my job now.” He hummed in question, but you didn’t protest that arrangement. You didn’t mind it. You watched him pull away from you, him slipping his clothes on easily.

Your breathing paused, waiting for him to walk out the door. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to stand slowly. Your eyes watched his movements easily as he looked down at you, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Shinsuke?” You whispered in question but he just smiled, eyes taking in your every movement.

“Yer beau’ful darlin’.” You swallowed hard, your face heating up as you looked down. “Ya should grab a show’r. M’gonna make ya somethin’ to eat.” You tilted your head at him in confusion but he left you no choice as he guided you down the hall and to the bathroom. “C’mon darlin’.”

You were confused, but showered quickly, washing your body slowly, the soreness in your core reminding you of the man who would probably be gone when you left the bathroom. You sighed as you wrapped your towel around your body and braced yourself to be alone when you reopened the door.

Shinsuke’s hand wrapped around your waist easily as you stepped out, however. “Drink this,” he pressed a glass of water to your lips and you looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ve gotta go, but there’s food on ya counter.” You watched in awe as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Close ya window, darlin’.”

You spent the rest of the night reeling from the interaction, trying to ignore the millions of questions racing through your mind. Spent the next morning sitting on the couch and eating your breakfast slowly as Suna talked your ear off about boys he could try to hook you up with.

You hadn’t found it in yourself to tell him about Shinsuke from the night before yet, your brain still trying to wrap itself around the events.

Suna dragged you out to lunch that day. And with your luck, you both ran into Shinsuke.

“Hey Kita.” Suna greeted as you both passed him. Your eyes lingered on his arms, the muscles that tensed under his t-shirt. The muscles that bore the light markings of your nails from the night before.

“Suna,” Kita nodded at him before regarding you with a soft smile, “y/n.” You swallowed as you remembered how your name sounded on his lips last night. Rolling off his tongue as he came inside of you, as he kissed your skin, as he-

“Hi Shinsuke.” You muttered back, eyes training on the way his fingers wrapped around the strap of his bag. Of how his hair was combed perfectly now compared to the mess your fingers had made of it the night before.

You barely noticed the way Suna’s eyes flitted between you two, narrowing at the way your own eyes traced each other’s forms. You missed the way he let a smirk cross his lips in realization as he guided you away. “Sorry, lunch plans, catch you later?”

Lunch was a blur and so was most of the rest of the day. You kept glancing at your window, with the blinds pulled closed, just as Shinsuke had asked of you. However, with the blinds closed, you couldn’t see Shinsuke coming and going. It took you all of until the next afternoon to give in and pull your blinds open. You wanted him so badly to come over again.

So when he was supposed to be coming home, you figured, it wouldn’t hurt to keep the window open. It was harmless, really, taking your shirt off and waving to Shinsuke as he was a few steps up to his house. Harmless, really, as you walked away from the window, letting him decide what to do.

It wasn’t your fault that you missed the two boys at the bottom of the stairs looking up to where Shinsuke had been looking.

That you missed the boy whistling lowly and nudging Suna in the ribs saying: “tha’s yer new roommate?”

That you missed Shinsuke’s low growl of irritation and him shoving his house keys into Suna’s hands has he stalked away, burning a trail to you in your room.

Wasn’t your fault that you missed Shinsuke snapping at the boy with a: “keep yer eyes off my girl, Miya.”

That you missed Suna’s shit-eating grin as he led Osamu over towards Shinsuke’s apartment. “Shit, sorry, forgot to mention she was taken.”

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[sebsxphia]

ninety days.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett’s there when you come home with a milestone.

￫ c/w: a/a meetings, c/a meetings, drug and alcohol use and sobriety.

￫ a/n: i went to my first ever cocaine anonymous group tonight and i got a ninety day chip! i was incredibly nervous, but to comfort myself i thought up of this lil’ drabble and i wanted to share it. i hope you enjoy it and it provides any level of comfort to you as well! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You stepped out of the truck and shut the door behind you. The sound of the door slamming and the jingle of your keys echoed endlessly throughout the empty night sky. Your limbs were restless and your eyes were bleary, but the familiar glow of the porch light drew you closer to home and comfort. Rural Wabang had thus far, no groups and you found yourself having to travel over an hour west for your nearest group. It was worth it though. Worth what was now dangling off your keychain.

“Hey, lover.” You called out to Rhett. You spotted him the moment you stepped inside and kicked off your boots. He was perched on the kitchen table and hunched over. He was engrossed in a book about cabin building you’d got him last Valentine’s.

Rhett looked up, catching your eye and a grin broke out onto his face. You’d walked through that door countless times, but it still made Rhett over the moon to see you home and safe.

“Hey, darlin’. How you doin’? How was it?” Like clockwork, Rhett got up from his seat, gave you a kiss to your chilled lips and you placed yourself down at the kitchen table with your keys.

You hummed in thought, “Good. Davey was there. I haven’t seen him in a while, but he’s getting better. Two weeks clean, I think he said.”

“That’s good. I saw his girl in town, I think they’re tryin’ make it work again.” Rhett replied as he busied himself with getting your half of dinner out of the microwave. Whilst he plated up your food and grabbed you a fork, you drew your attention back to your keys on the kitchen table. You fiddled with them gently and your thumb smoothed over the blue and gold painted chip.

“I got it.”

“Got—” Rhett started to question what you meant as he came up beside you to hand you your plate, but in turn he saw what you were fiddling with. “Oh, baby. You got it.”

The plate was pushed onto the table and Rhett threw his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his warm torso. With your ear pressed up against his chest and through the rumbling vibrations, you could hear an endless string of praises coming from your cowboy. He bent down to press what felt like a million and one kisses to the top of your head before pulling away.

He cupped your soft cheeks in his contrasting rough and calloused hands. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes found their placing and his cobalt blue eyes bore into yours with love. “I’m so proud of you, m’ love.” Your own hands held onto his and gave them a light squeeze in response.

“Thank you, Rhett,” you beamed up at him.

Rhett pulled out the kitchen chair next to you and slung one arm around the back of your chair. He tucked you into his side as you made good work of your dinner, savoring the sweet taste of each bite. “What’d y’ wan’ do? We gotta do somethin’ this evenin’.”

Again, you hummed as you pondered Rhett’s question and the best way to celebrate your ninety days. “Bath. With bubbles and the rose bath bomb.”

Rhett wore a lopsided grin at your playful tone and he pressed another sweet kiss to your temple. “Anything for my sweet cowgirl.”

[notroosterbradshaw]

slow dancing in a burning room - three

word count: 4.4k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, fluff.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I know this series is a bit different to what you’re used to from me, so I hope you keep reading. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support x

two.

You arrived home at the same time as Rooster a few nights later, a slow grin on your face, excited he was home at a reasonable hour (though quietly panicked if there was a reason he arrived home so early).

He raised a gentle palm in greeting as he parked the Bronco a few spots down from yours and you couldn’t resist, skipping to his driver’s side window, leaning in to kiss him a welcome home.

God, he could get used to this kind of homecoming, he loved seeing you with that smile, that special one just for him. “How was your day, handsome?” you asked as you twirled a loose tendril back into place and he smiled faintly. Looking down, you noted his flight suit rolled to his waist. “My favourite,” you couldn’t resist commenting. But honestly, anytime he was in uniform… you were putty in his hands. You let out a teasing, appreciative whistle as he chuckled quietly, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Evenin’, sweet girl. Day was okay,” he admitted, unbuckling, and watching you keenly open the door for him. He couldn’t bite back his gentle huff of laughter as you ushered him out and pulled him to you, your fist clutching his dog tags, causing him to stumble a little and bringing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. He hummed enthusiastically, a low grumble that was almost spiritual to your ears. That voice… one of the many beautiful things about Bradley Bradshaw. “I like this hello,” he smiled eagerly against your lips, his calloused palm resting on your waist, drifting to massage your ass, not particularly concerned about your neighbours encroaching on your special greeting at any time. “A lot. What’s got you so happy-go-lucky?” his fingers teasing the seams on your tights, threatening to spill over lower. He kissed you again for good measure.

“Just happy to see you,” you told him simply and it warmed him to his aching bones. “Pizza and wine tonight?” you pecked his lips again as he held you just that little bit tighter, pulling you just that little bit closer. He opened his eyes slowly, savouring the feel of your lips against his and he nodded.

“Sounds great.”

“Tired?”

“Sore,” he confessed. It really was no secret he was exhausted, absolutely pushed to his limit and at this point, he simply could not wait to get on the boat, get the goddamn mission over and done with and get the hell home to hibernate for the foreseeable future with you snuggled in around him. He was mentally and physically wrecked.

“No gym. Aren’t you sore?” you frowned, tracing his dark brow as his eyes fluttered closed under your touch. His shoulders slumped and his arms surrounded you, burying his face into the curve of your neck.

“Uhh, no. Just wanted to get home to you,” he declared as you took his hand and spun under the arch his shapely arm created. He had to laugh again, your mood in-fucking-fectious. “Someone clearly had a great day,” he noted. “Look at you, beaming like fuckin’ sunshine.”

“My man is here, and I missed him, sue me,” you replied, starting on the stairs to your apartment and he allowed you to drag him up after you. His legs were like lead, his shoulders burned, his palms red and raw and his head was splitting. He couldn’t endeavour to fight as you guided him to the door, pushing him against it. He held back his laugh at you, little you, asserting yourself but he would let you have a moment of control over him if that was what you truly needed.

“This your attempt to declare some kinda dominance over me, kid?”

“Is it working?” you asked optimistically as his laugh made it to his honey-coloured eyes.

“Sure,” he shrugged, licking his lips, and leaning down to kiss you. “If it makes you feel better…” he whispered into your kiss, his hands surrounding your waist and moving you with ease, trapping you against the door just where you hoped he’d stay. You pouted; in a position you weren’t prepared for but probably should have been expecting. “Nice try, though,” he leaned down and his forehead rested against yours, slow his big, strong hands wrapped around your ribcage, thumbs drifting against your underboob. He knew he didn’t imagine that sweet moan. His velvet tongue was smooth as it traced your lips, sneaky and silky against yours. The faint taste of peppermint from the stash of mints he kept in the dash of his Bronco on his breath. God, you loved kissing him. Each time was better than the last and each one left you a stuttering mess afterwards, wanting and needing more – of that he knew for sure.

“Couldn’t let me have it just once?” you muttered, breathless in his arms. He pecked your forehead and nuzzled his nose against yours, a thumb cheekily sweeping across your nipple and shrinking a little, resting against his thigh to avoid slipping away.

“I can get on my knees to make it look believable for you,” he teased as you raised your brow, and he laughed as you rolled your eyes, brushing him back to unlock the door.

“Moment killer,” you teased, feeling him dig his strong palms into your hips and his heavy sigh against your hair. Exhausted didn’t seem like a fair word to describe him.

Wearied, you wondered if that suits him better.

Bradley wandered in after you, his gentle hands keeping hold of you before he dragged you back to him, the tickle of his moustache against the soft skin of your neck, his strong chest against your back. He breathed you in, your perfume, the faint outlier of chlorine from hours in the pool today as his lips brushed against your pulse. He pressed his large palms flat against your belly, his nose buried in your hair, and it was hard not to soften against him, your palm reaching back and tangling into his tight curls, a low grunt in response catching him unaware.

He was needy, wanting affection and affirmation of your love for him. “I should get on my knees,” Bradley continued into your skin, firming in his earlier stance, his tender lips sweeping against your skin as you pushed back against him, breathing his name out. He turned you to face him, his fingers drifting up and cupping your jaw. “I will always be on my knees for you.”

“I would never expect that from you,” you told him as he searched your face, and though he had it memorised, he was trying to etch it into his brain and kissed you again, petulant in waiting to taste you, his kiss a little more demanding. The ease that he lifted you into his arms would always impress you and he deepened the kiss as you fastened your legs around his waist. It didn’t need to go further, but he didn’t want to release you either. He needed you easy, and pliable and wanting him as much as he wanted you.

“Do you have an early start tomorrow, or can I keep you up all night tonight?” you asked as he smiled, pleased.  

“Real early start so you better keep me up,” he pleaded of you. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”

You fondly held his face in your hands, taking in his golden skin, flushed cheeks, and honey eyes drowning with desire for you. But the way he gazed back at you, utter devotion. His eyes were the key to his soul, and they reassured you how in love he was. You never used to believe in bullshit like soulmates. In fact, the concept still blew your mind, but if his name appeared tattooed somewhere on your body, it wouldn’t be a complete shock because Bradley Bradshaw was made for you and knew he thought of you the same.

His slow grin made you want to rip the rest of his flight suit off his hips, whip off his compression tee and just take him where he was. He had this way of making you feel insatiable in ways that mere months ago might have shamed you. You’d never fallen so openly, so brutally for someone – sure, there had been crushes, many of them, lovers who did their best to please you as well as they could and you guessed at the time they were the best you’d had, and the partners who had wanted more than you’d ever allow and turn away when your hang-ups got too much.

But never Bradley. He worked hard to make you trust him and to keep that smile he was so fascinated with on your face. But he had to realise, he didn’t have to work too hard. He was absolute perfection in your eyes. Yes, he had a line of women waiting for him going around the corner, and every night you ventured out together, you felt the gaze of others trying to vie for his attention. Okay, it was… unpleasant occasionally because he’d humour them politely, but he made no secret he was taken, happily in a relationship with the love of his life and bore them if they allowed him to talk about you. He was devout to you and after all this time, you couldn’t believe that Bradley Bradshaw was in love with you. And you could not imagine a life without him and that is what stung so much about this mission…

Not that you’d ever tell him how scared you were, how thrilled you’d be if he wasn’t to be called upon. He could keep his pretty ass on the carrier and his squad could do the dirty work. You knew how cold and selfish the thoughts sounded and how you hoped his gripe with Mav was deep enough for Mav not to trust him enough to do the run. You hated yourself for even thinking it, and that’s why you would never tell him.

“Where are you? You’re drifting, love,” he said delicately. Bradley had your heart on a string, it took one look, and you would be grovelling to him, for his body, his kiss. “Come back to me.”

“I’m with you,” you promised, kissing him again as your stomach growled embarrassingly, breaking all revelry in its entirety. His eyes widened in surprise as you buried your face in the curve of his thick neck, humiliated and he cackled, tightening his grasp around you as you tried to escape. He gave your ass a swift thwack as you sucked in a sharp breath from the sting. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere! Good lord, you eat at all today?”

You made a face; it would be a complete scowl and he never adored you more. “Of course.”

“Jesus. Talk about shattering a moment,” he tormented you, lowering you gently to your feet as you buried your forehead on his chest, mortified and he laughed again. “I’ll order pizza, you go open that wine you’ve been eying for a special occasion,” he lowered you gently.

“Special occasion? It’s a Tuesday,” you replied, muffled against him.  

“Yeah,” he smiled, swatting your ass away as you went to the living room, face in hands that you could embarrass yourself like that. But it would never bother him. Grumbly tummy, burp, fart. You were only human. God knows he was repulsive when he wanted to be. And you recovered okay from that dutch oven last week (even though you hated him for a while after it), he giggled like the menace he was at the thought. You had scolded him later that he was far too comfortable with you and he did not disagree one iota. You weren’t perfect, and you’d never claim to be, but you were as sure as shit closest thing he’d get to heaven and that meant more than anything to him. “Exactly.”

He sighed quietly, watching you walk away, patting – or cursing – your tummy as he licked back the smirk that threatened to escape. You wandered to his record player first, moving to your knees to flick through his collection. You looked up with a grin and showed him, sweetly. His sweet girl. He nodded, walking over to watch you put the vinyl on the turn table and lower the needle, something you weren’t terribly comfortable with (and nervous you’d scratch one of his treasured LPs). “Good girl,” he encouraged sweetly as the sounds of Otis Redding rang low through the living room.

“I love this album.”

“Yeah, love. Me too.”

“Come dance,” you pulled yourself up to meet him as the opening crackle seeped through the speakers, your chest skimming his torso and his kind smile, he gave his hand to you and collected you close, resting his chin on your hair, his warm palm pressing into your back, resting on your hip. It gave you the same butterflies he caused all those months back at the wedding and you’d never tire of his ability to absolutely surround you and make you feel whole. Safer together.

And as usual, he’d be the one to fuck it all up.

…he’d talk to you after dinner. You were in the best of moods and after a few rocky weeks, he could only put your peace first.

“God, I love pizza,” you admitted, belly full, soul replenished. You tossed your last crust towards the box (you missed it, Bradley made amends for you by polishing it off) and eased back against the couch behind you. You grinned, absolutely gratified. “Knew I could trust you, big boy.”

He winked. “No problem, kid,” Bradley huffed a chuckle, wiping his greasy fingers on kitchen paper. He tossed it in the empty box, closed the lid and moved it away. “Love?”

“Hmm?” you sniffed the wine quietly and took an eager sip.

“My seabag is in the car, I have to pack tonight,” he spat out, knowing he ruined the moment wholeheartedly and without warning, but he didn’t know how else to tell you.

“Tonight?” you frowned. “But you don’t leave for another week.”

He exhaled, rubbing his eyes, his word vomit on the tip of his tongue. “Mission parameters have changed. I ship out at dawn. We got word this afternoon.”

“Shit,” you muttered faintly, putting the wine back on the coffee table.

Bradley nodded, watching you, waiting for the sadness, anger, and confusion. When it didn’t appear to come, he thought that apathy might have been the worst out of any reactions you may have had. “Sorry.”

After a beat, you reminded him, “Don’t apologise, you don’t make that call,” you stayed remarkably light. “I guess the quicker you go, the quicker you come home.”

He shrugged but agreed. “Hope so.” He watched you, frankly the lack of emotion triggered him. He wondered if he was seeing you retreat like you had said you did as a child.

“Have they told you any more about what you’re going into?”

He knew you were digging, and that you were more than aware of what he would and could tell you. And what he knew, he wasn’t going to tell you. At this point in his training, he kind of wished he didn’t know either. It was a two-edged sword.

On one hand, he was desperate for his next promotion. Though liked to keep that stuff to himself, he had a plan. And that included a promotion. He knew proving himself in this mission, as difficult as it had been with Maverick, would be just another step to cross off the list. But the more he and his detachment learned about it? He’d be lying to say it had kept him up a few nights. And God knows he didn’t need to scare you more. You were, sadly, a champion of things like this. You’d been through the trials and tribulations of being a junior and with him, a military wife, he hoped. Something you had always said you wouldn’t be… but you couldn’t help who you fell in love with.

He watched you rise delicately to your feet, his teeth chewing into his lower lip, anticipating your next move. Relief swept through him as you positioned yourself in his lap, small against him. He tenderly stroked your hair as you breathed him in, reminding yourself of his cologne, his smell so heavenly, and how his strong chest felt.

He sighed low, not wanting to agitate you with his apprehension. Bradley knew he would never fly another mission like this and could only hope and pray he was able to return from it.

With his hopes for his career, he hoped that he was selected as part of the team, however that may translate… but also that he wasn’t as well. He finally had everything he wanted in his life and along this comes. If it went awry, it might have been the last night you spent together. To now everything was so black and white. There was never a risk because, until you, there was nothing to fear about dying.

Fear was the one that took up real estate in his brain. Before, he could leave anything up to chance. Burning in wasn’t something that scared him. He’d made peace with death long ago, but he wanted that chance to get everything he deserved, even if that meant reconsidering what he needed in his career.

“Do you love me?” you asked him, your thumb tracing the wiry scar on his chin and his lips chased the gentle pad. He nodded solemnly. “Show me.”

While you somehow found sleep that night, Bradley didn’t. He never did on nights before he shipped out. He had packed the night before while you lay on the bed, pillow collected to your chest as you watched him meticulously organise himself for sea, undistracted.

Fuck, he would be so glad to get home and amalgamate all your things. His stuff in Virginia Beach was travelling across the country to his parent's house as he tossed and turned, just adding to the trepidation that surrounded him.

Since he’d decided on taking ownership of his parent's home again, he’d been conscious of things he never really focused on much before like bank accounts, social security, 401K, and his (non-existent) will. He never had an interest in where all that stuff landed when after he died. Donate the cash, and let the city take care of the house. But things changed. You were his partner, and he’d been working quietly to align all the things in joint names if he weren’t to return.

He didn’t want to concern you with it, but he had put the information together into a short-form email to you, so you knew whom to contact and all the other legal shit that came with it, CC’ing his lawyer and rep at his bank, set to send at about midday when he was somewhere out in the Pacific. The legally signed stuff was in a safety deposit box at the bank, something he never considered ever needing, the password sitting in your delicates drawer.

He wanted all bases covered and wouldn’t hear an argument from you.

He watched you sleep momentarily, shifting in your dreams and he fondly touched your bare shoulder before finishing up.

‘You are my one and only beneficiary should anything happen to me. Don’t let this stuff scare you because I’m coming straight home to you. But in case anything changes, you will be well taken care of, roomie.

Please don’t delete this. I know it’s a rude awakening. But everything is in place for things to run seamlessly if you need any access to cash, my lawyer, the bank. Whatever.

I love you. B x’

Seabag waiting by the door and you in his old Navy tee exhausted hours before sunrise wasn’t the most wonderful start to a day, remembering as a child, goodbyes were said the night before and your dad or Viper was gone well before you were awake the next morning. You weren’t going to get used to saying goodbye to Bradley in a hurry.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” you asked him again. He shook his head, seriously. “I love you,” you said, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Hurry back, okay?”

“I will be home before you know it, love,” he murmured in your ear. “Keep that California King warm for me.”

“You have one thing to do,” you told him as he watched your lips. “Don’t do anything stupid. Do what you must, get back on the fucking boat and come home,” you instructed. It was so simple. “That’s it, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he swore. “I will be home before you know it and then we’re going to move into our place, okay, roomie?”

“I can’t wait,” you admitted. “Roomie.”

“One more kiss and I gotta go,” Bradley said earnestly. He straightened up, so handsome in uniform as you nodded. You’d been so brave, with no tears, no smartass comments. He was thankful for the harmony, and he kissed you, feeling you surrender in his touch. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Don’t find some other guy to fall in love with before I get back, okay?”

“Impossible,” you promised, voice laced with emotions, your body rigid to keep your emotions in check. He was surprised as you quietly started to shudder against him. You tried so hard to keep your shit together, making the morning easy for him. Remain aloof, even impassive to him leaving but you knew this wouldn’t be like other tours, you hated the thought as it kept nagging at you, this felt different, and you knew he understood...

Because this might be the last time you ever see him again.

“As soon as I have phone reception, I’ll be back in contact, okay?” he swore as you looked up and his heart broke.

You nodded as he thumbed away a few searing tears that slipped and as he forced himself to pull away, he knew there was nothing he could do now. He watched you close in, wrapping your arms around yourself and he kissed your hairline one more time before giving you an impish grin. He picked up his bag and caressed your cheek, whispering a simple ‘bye’ and left, closing the door after him as you put your face in your hands and cried.

It was a few days later that your world would be turned upside down. You’d received a text from Natasha that they were returning – all in one piece, thank god – but Bradley coming home via HSNS Mercy and would be admitted to NMCSD for a few days for routine check-ups, post-incident. In your wildest dreams, you couldn’t imagine what had happened to him, but the radio silence was infinitely deafening. Bradley wasn’t responding to texts, and you couldn’t get a hold of Natasha again.

Hell, you’d even desperately tried Jake, but you guessed they were still in the deepest and darkest.

And that’s how you found yourself at Grandpa’s house at 11:30pm, a drained wreck.

“Darling, what are you doing here so late?” Nanna asked curiously, opening the door in her nightgown. “Are you okay?”

“Something happened to Bradley,” was all you could say as Grandpa came into view from the staircase, a concerned look on his face.

“What’s going on?” he asked sternly.

“I don’t know. I can’t get a hold of anyone. No one will tell me anything…” you said as Nanna pulled you into her arms, the look she gave Grandpa unnoticed by you as you cried softly. “Will I have to deal with this my whole life? Will our whole life be fucking redacted because we don’t have a piece of paper to suggest otherwise?”

“Sweetheart, this part isn’t new to you,” Viper said sympathetically, coming down the stairs and brushing away your tears.

“I don’t know what to do. I just have to wait?”

Sadly, yes. You did. Viper sighed. “Oh sweetheart… I don’t know how far it will get me, but I’ll make some calls, okay?” he promised you but knew he held no authority to even pick up the phone regardless of the distinction he held. He addressed your grandmother. “Take her to her room and get her settled, dear. She will stay here tonight, and get some sleep. Bradley will be home soon. He’s safe, sweetheart. He’s coming home. I’ll do what I can.”

“Sir, what do I owe the pleasure?” Beau Simpson asked, astounded to hear from his one-time mentor and first admiral. Sadly for him, Viper knew Cyclone would rue picking up his call. “I hope you’re well - ”

“Son, it’s not that kind of phone call, unfortunately,” Viper said, keeping the pleasantries in his voice.

“My apologies, sir,” he replied uncertainly.

“Simpson, I may not have the credentials anymore, but you tell me right now if Bradshaw is in one piece.”

“Sir – ”

“Beau, is Bradshaw okay?” he repeated, the coolness in Viper’s tone telling Cyclone meagre military jargon wouldn’t save him today.

With a beat of silence, Simpson found his voice. “Viper sir, it pains me to say this but the mission report is private and confidential. You know you do not have the authority to be seeking this information from me.”

“Cut the bullshit, Beau. My granddaughter gets a call from her friend – not CACO - that her partner is coming home, there was an incident, but they tell her nothing else. Where is the fucking protocol?”

“Sir, I understand wholeheartedly. But she is not Bradshaw’s next of kin,” Cyclone said quietly.

“He has no fucking next of kin, who the fuck else would be his next of kin?”

“I understand that sir,” Cyclone remained passive. “Let me reassure you, Lt. Bradshaw is well. The assessments he will undertake are routine, and he will be released after a night or so in Bob Wilson.”

Viper knew the words; they were his he taught to Iceman and subsequently Cyclone and he’d taught them so well. “There had better not be a scratch on his face, Simpson. Or so help me, God.”

“Yes, sir.”

Viper heard the meekness in the Vice-Admiral’s voice. “He means a lot to many people, Beau. Not just my granddaughter. You do not make Bradshaw dispensable again.”

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[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 4-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,920 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Mentions of violence sort of, Mild sexually suggestive language.

A/n: I have a big work week ahead of me so I may not be able to get much done in terms of writing and especially in terms of art, but I am excited to write out more chapters. In this chapter there is pretty much just fluff so I wasn't sure of what to write for warnings (I'm so bad at knowing what should be a warning I'm so sorry). Enjoy this chapter and the art, leave a like or a comment, Re-blogs greatly appreciated!

User tags: @fan-goddess

Chapter 4

A month has passed since you moved to Fuller, Texas into a property left to you by a distant relative. You visited the Hewitt family at least two or three times a week and made close friends with Luda Mae; every now and then you would see Tommy, and Luda Mae would try to get him to talk to you but he would just freeze and avoid contact. Eventually he would be able to stay in the same area when you were there but never in the same room, he would just quietly watch from the doorway of the next room or outside. His avoidant and distant behavior did not help your budding feelings for him nor your desire to speak to him.

The other day, you were invited to dinner by Luda Mae and you offer to cook for them so you can bond over some good food. You spent most of the day repairing small bits of damage in the house, and making sure the pipes in the home had proper fittings. You took your time cooking large decadent dishes to impress the Hewitt's, mashed potatoes, fried asparagus, a hefty salad, and some finely glazed roast chicken with grilled corn. This food was the kind to make family out of friends and you were so excited to share it; the chocolate cake you baked the night before was ready to be frosted with your own recipe for vanilla icing.

Once the food was packed away in some bags, you got changed into a black summer dress that had a flower pattern in red, you put on a pair of red flats, some makeup, and a spritz of expensive perfume. The walk to the Hewitt house lasts only about ten minutes but the bags of food started to weigh you down and make you wish you had taken the car. When you reach the driveway, you have to set the bags down and take a rest. As you catch your breath and shake out your arms, you hear heavy foot steps coming towards you, when you look up you see Tommy, he looked different, he looked… good.

Despite still wearing the dark leather half-mask, you were actually able to see a lot of his face due to his hair being oiled back slick. His heaving chest was pressing against his black T-shirt that hugged his torso and really showed just how thick with muscle he was. He had new looking jean pants that clung to his thighs and a belt buckle that shone in the evening sky. His shoes were especially interesting, he had on a freshly shined pair of black snake skin cowboy boots tucked under his jean cuffs. You could not believe how well this massive recluse cleans up, and while he was still extremely intimidating, his fresh appearance was so overwhelming that you couldn’t speak.

He walks right up to you but doesn’t look you in the eye, he just takes your bags and stands behind you waiting for you to start walking to the door. His height was unlike anything you have ever seen, your head reached the base of his pecs. You were blushing so much, you could feel your cheeks flush with heat, you say to him,

“T-thank you”

He holds the heavy bags like they were nothing, his hands are huge and rough, his exposed arms were thick with muscle but riddled with scars that made you curious. He doesn’t say a word as you both walk up to the front door where he then opens it for you and waits for you to enter. Luda is already at the entrance wearing a pretty tea length dress in pastel blue, with yellow birds, her hair is in a pinned up-do, she greets you,

“Evenin’! I see Thomas helped you with your things, what a good boy he is”

You smile “Yeah, I’m glad he came to help honestly. I didn’t realize how tough it was going to be walking here with those bags being so heavy, I should have driven down haha”

Luda Mae takes your hand and leads you inside saying “Well come on in! Let’s get this stuff to the table so we can all eat, I’m sure you’re hungry”

You get to the table which is set nicely, the dishes seem to all be bone china with flowery designs along the outer edges, the large table is rustic and humble, but cozy. Luda Mae calls everyone to the table and tells you to sit at the end of the table, Charlie who is wearing a worn dress shirt that is too big for him and a red bowtie, attempts to sit next to you but Luda Mae snaps at him,

“NOT THERE CHARLIE, THAT’S TOMMYS SEAT!”

Charlie sighs and gets up; he looks at you,

“Oh, I see how it is” he gives you a wink.

Tommy comes in last and stands in the doorway, Luda Mae calls over to him,

“Come Thomas, you take your seat right next to Y/N”

He glances at you from under his brow and goes and sits in the chair next you making sure he is not touching you. He is such a big man that he is still towering over you even while sitting. Luda Mae takes her seat and says,

“Now then, let’s all say grace. Charlie, if you’ll do the honors”

Charlie rolls his eyes and starts “Dear lord, bless this here food, even though it ain’t like what were used to, bless it anyway”

Luda Mae scoffs adding “And bless Y/N for makin’ the effort to make us a lovely dinner tonight. Were eternally grateful for you bringin’ us Tilly, who bought them cows and chickens for us so we may absolve our sinful ways, amen”

You were feeling a bit confused at what she meant by ‘sinful ways’ but they all said amen so you just ignored it. The dinner started and everyone began to dig in to the dishes you prepared. Tommy waited until you took some food for yourself and then he started grabbing some scoops of the food to load onto his plate, Luda Mae sees this and says,

“Thomas is a big boy; he needs a lot of food to keep himself strong. I apologize if he seems greedy” she gave a serious look at Tommy who slowly put the mashed potato spoon down.

You feel a tinge of sadness at Luda Mae scolding Tommy, you reply,

“Oh no please, let’s eat as much as we can tonight so I don’t have to bring so much home. I made more than enough; I think”

Tommy glances at you, Luda Mae says “Well alright then Tommy, go ahead then, just make sure everyone else gets some”

Charlie laughs “Tommy boy eats more than the damn hogs do, I swear there’s nothin’ left when he’s near food, gotta eat quick!”

Luda Mae whacks Charlie’s shoulder for him to shut up but he just laughs, you giggle at the playful nature of this family and you feel comfortable around them, you feel a closeness to people that you hadn’t felt since the last time you saw your best friend. You can’t help but make quick glances at Tommy to be able to drink in his appearance for your memory to retrieve when you need it. You felt the nerves in your stomach tightening causing a slight cramp, you had a massive crush on Tommy and it was time to admit it to yourself. Tommy ate his food at a decent pace, each bite was small enough to fit through the slit in his mask; you still didn’t understand why he wore it but you were too afraid to ask in case it was something he was sensitive about.

Luda Mae see’s you watching Tommy and she smiles,

“We all made sure to look nice for you tonight, it’s a special occasion to have a guest cooking us dinner, right Charlie?”

He just nods and scarfs down the food on his plate, Luda Mae gives him a stern look but he doesn’t react, she continues,

“Thomas doesn’t have many clothes that fit him given that he’s such a big strong boy, but we were able to find some nice clothes in storage. What do you think Y/N? Does he look handsome?”

Tommy widens his eyes and looks over quickly at Luda Mae, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I think he looks amazing” you blurted out without even thinking, you felt embarrassed for not saying something less abrupt, -Oh god they probably think I’m desperate or something, why didn’t I just say he looks nice!?- Luda Mae smiled even bigger and Tommy quickly looked back at you in shock that anyone other than his mother would say something positive about him, especially about how he looked. Luda Mae looks at you and gives a cheeky smirk saying,

“I know Thomas thinks you look very beautiful tonight, don’t you Thomas?”

Tommy looked at Luda Mae and then quickly looked back at you, he was so flustered and you noticed the top of his cheeks that weren’t hidden by the mask began to flush with a rosy pink. Luda Mae continued,

“Well Thomas? Don’t be rude to our guest, you tell her she looks nice!”

You felt bad for Tommy who was put on the spot by Luda Mae’s question, you wished so badly to hear the answer but Tommy just looked down at his plate with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. You smiled at the sight of such a large grown man reacting like an embarrassed teen, you could almost hear the squeal of protest ‘Mom! You’re embarrassing me!’. You giggled to yourself, this was the most fun you had had with people in ages, you were so lonely back in Rivers Manitoba that even the rare relationship you got into would fizzle out so quickly from them being abusive or losing interest. You felt safe with the Hewitts, even if the things Dover said to you were true about them, you didn’t care, you wanted to be part of a family, this family.

Eventually dinner finished and the cake was brought out by Luda Mae, she cut some large slices for everyone and when she took the first bite her eyes widened and she said,

“My, you’re an incredible cook Y/N. This is the best darn thing I have ever eaten since my mama’s banana cream pie”

Charlie took a bite and slammed the table, which startled you and made Tommy give him an angry look, he said,

“WHEW GIRLIE, THIS IS SINFUL!”

Tommy looked at his slice and took a small piece on his fork and bit into it, his eyes closed and he let out a deep breath through his nose as he leaned his head back allowing you to see just how thick his neck was. There was some stubble peeking through from under his mask and it made your heart flutter, this was a fully-grown, red-blooded man, and you had a flash of an intrusive thought fly through your mind of him leaning his head back from a different kind of pleasure; you shook your head and looked away, trying to suppress a smirk that was trying to creep its way onto your face. Luda Mae looks over at you and asks,

“Are you alright dear?”

You snap back into reality and reply “Yes, sorry I just got… dizzy, must be from all the good food”

Luda Mae is looking a bit concerned,

“Let me get you some more water sweetheart, maybe you are just hot”

You feel a sense of embarrassment at the passing thought you had, it was really unlike you to be so turned on by a man, but Tommy was no ordinary man and he was bringing out feelings in you that you never knew you had. Luda Mae comes back with some ice water and gently places a hand on your shoulder, and pours some water in the glass in front of you. This woman was so motherly to you, the month that went by just reinforced these feelings as every time you met up with her, she was always concerned with how you were doing and trying to get you to rest or talk about deep feelings, she was a large comfort to you.

The night finally concluded after so much laughter and conversation between you, Luda Mae, and Charlie. Tommy had gotten up after cake and left the table before the night was over which made you feel a bit anxious that he was uncomfortable but you had fun despite the anxiety. When you got your things and placed them back in the bags, you said goodnight to Charlie as Luda Mae walked you out saying,

“Don’t let Dover bug you anymore ok hun? He used to make Tilly so upset but eventually he left her alone once she got close with us, I reckon he will do the same with you once he realizes who you’re friendly with. If you feel scared walking back, have Thomas, take you, he is in the barn there”

You thank her and say goodbye, maybe getting Tommy to walk you back would be a good idea so Dover would stop popping out of bushes to tell you how stupid he thinks you are and how badly he wants you to leave. You make your way down to the barn and see Tommy sitting on a bale of hay staring out the open barn doors, the bright shine of the moon casting a silver light on him. You walk up to him and say,

“Hey, Thomas, would you please walk me back to my house? I don’t want to deal with Dover harassing me.”

You see him look over at you and he nods slowly, getting up and moving over to face you, his hand held out to signal you to give him your bags so he could carry them for you. He waited to let you walk in front of him but you didn’t move, you spoke,

“Can…I walk next to you?”

Tommy looked surprised but he nodded and followed next to you out of the barn, you both made your way to the road, he was making sure to keep your pace so he didn’t get ahead of you. The sky had thick dark clouds rolling through it but the moon held its bright glare, coating you both with a cold light, you looked up at Tommy who was remaining silent as he walked next to you, his brows were relaxed and his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of him. You felt so safe with him, he was like a large guard dog, keeping watch of your surroundings and staying close to you, ensuring that he keeps his pace in line with yours.

You smile, the fact that you were alone with him was exciting, you wish you were able to say something but you couldn’t find the words. Just as you were giving thought to something to say, he looks down at you and catches you smiling at him. He looks at you confused, why would anyone smile at the likes of him? His whole life he was ridiculed and made fun of for his appearance, a girl never gave him even a glance and the ones he liked screamed when he came near them. You were different, you were beautiful and kind, and you smiled at him, no screaming or running away, he felt good being around you, he felt safe with you, but this was a different kind of safe to the one you felt, this was trust.

You both got to your driveway and he walked you up to the door, setting your bags down, you turned to him and said,

“I really appreciate you walking me to my home Thomas, you’re a really nice man”

Tommy’s eyes met yours and he nodded, you went to pick up your bags but stopped when you saw him pointing at you,

“Yes?”

He continues to point at you, you try to look around if there’s a stain or bug but he just goes and reaches for the dress fabric on your shoulder and points at that, you smile and reply,

“Oh, my dress! You never told me if you liked it”

He nods and gives a thumbs up, you laugh and thank him. You grab your bag and make your way inside, turning to give him one last look and say,

“Goodnight Thomas, I hope we get to spend more time together soon”

You gently shut the door and Tommy turns to leave, his cheeks are warm and his eyes wide; You, a beautiful woman, want to spend time with a monster like him? The things he has done in the past for his family were evil, his past was stained forever with the blood of the many victims taken by his hands. He tried to push down his budding feelings because he knew deep down that an innocent angel like you would never accept his sins. The walk back to his home was full of mixed emotions, he was scared to get closer to you in case you find out about his past and react like the girls from his past would, screaming at him in horror and fear. He couldn’t help but have hope though, you were after all, different.

Next chapter-

[ozwriterchick]

Lapdance..

A/N: This is part of a spicier series I started to write, I dont normally write spice or smut or whatever you want to call it.

There are currently 2 stories in this series and there may be more, but the spice levels will vary - as I get a feel for writing it and if people are into it.

Summary: Working as an exotic dancer can be tough on personal relationships but some things are tougher..

Characters: AU!Bucky Barnes, ExoticDancer!Reader, Other characters.

Content warning: Stripping/Exotic Dancing, Lapdance, Sex, Angst

WC: Approx. 867

Halfway through your shift you’re working behind the bar for a bit while the bartenders cycled through their breaks.

You saw your boss Joe headed your way and you knew what that meant.

“Yn, we have some special guests this evening”

You thoughts: Why should this evening be any different.

“A bachelor party and because you’re our best..”

“I get it Joe, Room 1?”

“Of course These guys are big spenders so we want to give them the best. Daisy is in Room 2 and Gina is in Room 3, so, you know.. Go get ‘em” he grinned at you.

“Ok Joe, but you know my new boyfriend doesn’t want me giving people the full show any more. He knows what I do, but he’s a little apprehensive about the ‘full show’.”

“I know, I know, just do your best and if it happens, he doesn’t have to know, right?”

You sighed knowing Joe wasn’t going to take any excuses.

You headed to Room 1, the grooms room because he’s the most important person at a bachelor party. You step into the room, dimming the lights about halfway, so you can both still see what’s going on. You changed up your accent every few nights, jut for fun.

Standing in the shadows, back to the groom, donning some elbow length satin gloves, you commence your act.

“Evenin’ sugar, My name is Honey and I’ll be treatin’ you real special tonight. Now I hear someone is gettin’ married?” With that you turn around and your jaw drops to the ground.

You’re still in the shadows so the Groom can’t see you, but you can most certainly see him, and you know him.

You step out into the light and he gets his first look at you. “Yn, is that you?”

“It is me, and it’s you too.”

“Umm, yeah it is.”

“I thought you were just going out with the boys tonight, maybe you’d like to explain how you came to be in the Groom’s room at a strip joint?”

“I, uh, well.. Wait, what did you say”

“The groom’s room, Room 1 is reserved for the most important person at a bucks party, the GROOM!. So I’ll ask again, considering we’ve only been dating 6 weeks, what the f*ck is going on?”

“I, um, it’s not what you think…“ he stutters and shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts.

“Yeah, It ever is. You know what, don’t bother. We’re done, I’ll get Joe to send one of the other girls in.”

You turned around and left the room to explain what was going on to Joe and headed home for the evening.”

Over the next few days you took some time away from work, you earned good money so you were able to do this without compromising your lifestyle.

James kept messaging and leaving voicemails for you, begging you to just hear him out.

You were sceptical because that was a pretty big lie to tell and although you worked as an exotic dancer, you had principles and would never knowingly sleep with someone else’s man.

A knock at your front door pulled you from your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone but still you opened the door without looking who it was first.

“James, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“You wouldn’t talk to me any other way. I need to explain to you and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

“Come in then, before my neighbours call the cops. You’ve got 10 minutes.”

“I only need 1. Yn, I’m not getting married. I don’t know why they put me in that room. My best friend Steve is getting married, I'm the best man.”

You eyed him suspiciously, it sounded plausible but also convenient.

“Really?”

“Yes, you didn’t give me a chance to explain, I just paid for the night, I didn’t realise that’s where you worked.” He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Babe, I swear, there is nobody else, you’re all I want. Can I kiss you?”

You felt the sincerity in his words so you nodded. His mouth captured yours, his tongue delving past your lips.

You walked towards your bedroom, clothes being shed along the way. By the time you hit the bed, you were both naked.

He lay between your thighs, kissing your neck, hitting the right spot that sent you wild. You reached down to take him in your hand, stroking along his length and then lining him up with your centre.

He pushed his tip in just a bit, causing you to moan and he couldn’t help himself, he bottomed out straight away.

“Oh Yn, I was going to take this slow but I don’t think I can. I’m not going to last long, you’re so beautiful.”

“Just do it” you told him and with that he moved at a hard and fast pace until you were both right on the edge. He could feel you were close “My god, you feel amazing, let go for me Yn.”

You felt him spill into you at the exact moment that your orgasm hit.

“I love you Yn”

“I love you too James.”

[genjispeace]

Mine - Part 1/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): protective! genji, possessive! genji, genji x reader, check next part for more tags

a/n: hi loves! i'm posting this in two parts as the POVs are slightly different. I'm also still writing part 2 as I want it to be absolutely perfect for you all, and I'm partially debating if I even want to post part 2 lol anyway!! i hope you all enjoy this!!

Genji is not somebody that loses control of his emotions. He always has them locked down. It’s one of the reasons he is so good at what he does. He’s able to turn himself off in a way that most people can’t. But it is also the reason that he is so damn frustrated. There’s one thing he can’t turn off, one person that demolishes his ability to control his emotions. You. 

The two of you have known each other for quite some time now. It’s hard to avoid somebody when you both live at Overwatch Headquarters. The building may be big, but the two of you always seemed to find each other. You’d had a fair amount of talks together, then one day you shocked him by inviting him to a movie night you were throwing with a couple of the other agents. He can still remember that night.

“Have you seen this one before?” You ask Genji, readjusting in your bean bag. He’s in the one next to you and glances over, his eyes taking in your entire form. The movie night was held in the training room, the floor to ceiling windows casting your frame in moonlight. 

“Nah, I don’t watch too many movies these days,” Genji replies. His eyes flutter to the screen where some horror movie plays. 

“How are you so calm? This is scary!” You say, pulling the blanket in your lap up higher. Genji doesn’t miss the way you lean a little closer to him now than you did while watching the first movie, which was a comedy. Part of Genji wants to say that he’s seen things, experienced things, scarier than anything that could be shown on a screen, but he can’t bring himself to dampen your mood. You are always so bright, and he doesn’t want to taint that. 

“I don’t-” he starts to say, but is cut off by a shrill noise from the screen. The killer jumps through a window and pins another victim, the jumpscare nearly making Genji jump in his seat. It takes a minute for his brain to realize it, but he feels your soft hair on his shoulder, and your ragged breaths against his neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his arm, clutching onto him. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you tighter, to run away any fear.

You start laughing softly, your face still buried in his neck. The soft sound and your touch brings goosebumps to his skin, and he longs to touch you. He gives in to that urge, just slightly, and places his hand atop yours. He squeezes it softly and he swears he hears a hitch in your breath, but you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and Genji smiles, even if you can’t see it under the fabric mask he has on. Your cheeks are flushed pink, either from embarrassment or fear, and it makes Genji’s heart flip. 

That was a couple months ago, and Genji’s feelings shifted as time passed. He started longing for time spent with you. It’s the same now, but different. That longing transformed into a hunger, deep and insatiable. One he can feel in his bones, in his very soul, when he sees you. At first, he wrote it off as just being sexual desire, just a need, but he realized quickly that it was much more than that. Carnal urges were nothing compared to the hunger he had, still has, for you. 

Now, he has to watch as another agent flirts with you. Your bright smile and soft laugh shine through the large room, and Genji’s jaw ticks. That is a smile that should be his. Cassidy sits in the chair next to Genji and tries to ask him something, but Genji can’t focus on the conversation. Cassidy turns to follow Genji’s gaze, then sighs and shoots back the last of his whiskey. 

“You knew there was going to be flirting here tonight, Genji,” Cassidy says. It’s true. The sponsor evening was planned a long time ago, and while it is not meant for the agents, they are required to attend and often go home with each other. It’s one of the few times they’re all in the same area and able to openly socialize like this. 

“If he touches them one more time,  I’ll knock his teeth out,” Genji says through gritted teeth when the agent runs his hand down your arm. If he remembers correctly, the agent is named Gale. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well,” Cassidy grunts as he calls the bartender over for a refill. “Why don’t you just talk to them?” 

“It’s not that simple,” Genji shakes his head. He adjusts the suit he’s wearing until the shurikens tucked under his sleeve rattle. 

“No? And why is that?” Cassidy asks. He takes another sip from his now refilled glass. Genji’s eyes flick to the bar, debating ordering himself a drink. 

“One-sided shit never works,” Genji says and Cassidy barks out a harsh laugh. 

“One-sided? You’re so dense,” Cassidy starts. He turns and glances at you and then back again. “They’ve been stealing glances at you all night, even while talking with Gale.” 

“No-” Genji starts, his eyes darting to you. You are watching him, and a soft smile appears on your face when the two of you lock eyes. His heart dips at that smile, which is somehow completely different than the one you had been giving Gale. The two of you only keep eye contact for a few more seconds, then Gale steps in front of your gaze. 

“I thought somebody as observant as you would have noticed, Genji,” Cassidy says with a laugh. It appears that when it comes to you, Genji is different in every way. He’s utterly see-through and painfully dense, apparently. 

“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Genji says, ignoring the clear stab, and stands from his stool. Cassidy responds with a deep chuckle, then goes back to his whiskey. Genji starts to cross the large space, ignoring the few eyes watching him as he goes.He’s done watching you, not making a move. Done seeing others flirt with you. Done trying to be selfless. You’re his. You have been since that night in bean bags, even if neither of you knew it at the time. 

No more, little angel. You’re mine, and it’s time everybody knows that.

[the-himawari]

A3! Furuichi Sakyo - Translation [N] MY WORST WEDDING

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakyo: (Alright, I guess I’ll start headin’ over to the next site.) (Sakoda… ah, it looks like he’s talkin’ with the other guys.)

Ginsenkai member A: Are you pullin’ my leg!?

Ginsenkai member B: You’re goin’ on a date!?

Ginsenkai member C: Oi, who’s the lucky lady? Where’d you two meet?

Ginsenkai member A: Damn it! I’m jealous as hell!

Sakyo: Good grief… what are they making a fuss about?

Sakoda: Ah. Aniki, listen here! Apparently, this guy’s goin’ on a date with a girl!

Sakyo: I know. I could hear everything.

Sakoda: *Sigh*. I’m green with envy… Ah, but I have aniki, so…!

Ginsenkai member B: So, where’re you going?

Ginsenkai member C: No matter what, don’t bring ‘em to an old pub ‘round here, got that!

Ginsenkai member A: Wouldn’t some place like a French restaurant be a big hit?

Ginsenkai member D: That’s so outta character for me!

Sakyo: …

-pause-

Sakyo: (The budget this time is…)

Banri: Sup, Sakyo-san. Are you doin’ accounting work right now? Woah, your calculator skills are pro as usual.

Sakyo: I’m used to it, after all.

Banri: Oh yeah. Have you come up with a date plan? We’re supposed to come up with one for our role study by next week’s rehearsal. The deadline’s comin’ up, y’know?

Sakyo: No… not yet.

Banri: Seriously?

Sakyo: How about you?

Banri: I’ve got it in the bag. During the day, we’ll go shopping, catch a cup of coffee at a café, and head to a darts bar together… Then in the evenin’ we’ll ride a dinner cruise where we can enjoy the night lights. Sounds perfect, right?

Sakyo: I see.

Banri: Well, good luck, Sakyo-san.

*leaves*

Sakyo: …*Sigh*. (I know it’s for role study, so I should just get it over with.) (Wait, but…)

*imagination starts*

Izumi: Ehh! Sakyo-san, this date plan is never going to work! Even a 100-year love would freeze over!

*imagination ends*

Sakyo: …What am I thinking? (I know there’s no way she’d say that. But…) …Tch. I gotta do what I gotta do.

-pause-

Banri: …And that’s my plan.

Taichi: Woah~, that’s Ban-chan for you…!

Juza: Shit plan.

Banri: Say that again?

Azami: Next is shitty Sakyo.

Omi: Let’s hear it.

Izumi: Alright Sakyo-san. Please go ahead.

Sakyo: …Got it.

-pause-

Sakyo: …And so, that’s all for the date plan I came up with.

Taichi: Woah, the perpetually stingy Sakyo-nii… went for a high-class French restaurant…!

Sakyo: …Times like these are special.

Banri: You really went full-out, huh?

Sakyo: …

Banri: Got ‘em.

Taichi: With that, we’ve finished hearing everyone’s plans. Now then, Director-sensei. We’d like you to choose whose plan was the best!

Izumi: Well… let’s see…

Autumn troupe: …

Izumi: All the plans were great… I don’t think I can choose.

Taichi: HUH!?

Banri: For real?

Taichi: Are you sure, Director-sensei?

Izumi: Come on. I can’t choose between the plans that all of you poured your hearts and souls into preparing…

Omi: Director…

Juza: …

Izumi: But, also! When it comes to a date, curry is a must!

Juza: …

Omi: That was a blind spot.

Banri: I totally forgot about that.

Azami: So did I.

Sakyo: Geez.

Taichi: It’s a tie between all of us this time~!

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[insect-library]

Spooky Month Jack x Reader Fluff?

The fluffiest thing you could possibly muster.

(Hope you’re having a nice day/or night! Stay hydrated and take care.)

🍩Jack x reader 🍩

Spooky month

Fluff!!!

Oneshot

Gender neutral reader

(Note!: first time writing an actual fic in a whillllleee,,, so it might be a bit rough.

Srry it took me so long to get to this, ive been a bit busy lately with school n stuff!!)

🍩Jack's tired coming home from work, sleepy activities occur🍩

You've been sitting around at home since you returned from work, waiting for jack to arrive. Recently hes been far too stressed with work, attempts to bring up his mood were met with a subject change, so youve basically given up on talking about it. While sitting, wondering what you might make for a quick dinner, you hear keys rattling, and turning in the door.

"Good evenin' " jack mutters, clearly loopy from lack of sleep

You run up to greet him with a hug, and help him with his things.

"How was work?" You ask, a "subtle" attempt to get some information out of him about his recent off-vibe, but youre only met with a small "good" and sleepy eyes looking back at you.

"You seem.. completely awake"

"Mnmm.."

Once you really get a good look at him, you can see the lack of sleep in every place. Stray hairs going every way, messy uniform, and of course the most prominant eye bags he could possibly have. You decide to take the poor (half asleep) man to your room to rest, while you make a quick meal to share.

After convincing jack that no, you dont need help with dinner, and yes, he definitely needs to sleep for bit, you start on the quickest thing you could find in the pantry (mac and cheese, best meal ever of course).

"Heyy sleepy, dinners cooked" youre holding two bowls of mac n cheese for the both of you.

"Mnm h.. hii..." jacks half asleep, and comfortable in the bed.

You set down the bowls on the nightstand next to your shared bed, and sit down to attempt to wake him. This is a failed attempt, as he pulls you down to his level immediately, and holds onto your arm, using it as a pillow.

Its endearing how tired he is, despite the fear you have for his health. You decide to eat in a little bit, and adjust yourself to be facing jack, laying down.

You take a small moment to admire him, even with all the stress, hes perfect.

You see jack blink his eyes open slowly, putting his gaze back on you.

"Hellooo" he pulls himself closer to you, to make his quiet voice more heard. "Thank.. you for food"

You two start talking back and forth, about your days, about work, about everything. The blankets are warm, and everything else feels so far away. Just you two, in your own space, and it could be like this forever.

[skylarsblue]

I still have more. More Incorrect Quotes.

(Accidentally had a lot more fem!Y/N than intended but it's overall GN!) Alex: What made you think you’d be good for the military? Y/N: I worked at a Waffle House in America. Alex: Ah, alright, that makes sense.

-- (Interrogating Valeria)

Y/N: Look, Gaz, you know me. I can't- I can't do it. Gaz: Why not? Why can't you interrogate her? Y/N: Because I'm a bisexual with mommy issues, Gaz. And she's as pretty as she is scary. I'm already not that intimidating, she'll laugh at me when I start stuttering and then I'll just be horny. It can't be me. Gaz: ....okay, I'll ask Alejandro-

-- Y/N: I just realized something...I had a bad childhood. Gaz: Yeah we know. Y/N: What do you mean you know? Soap: Look at how you stand! People who had good childhoods don't stand like that. Y/N: How do I stand?! Gaz: Like Ghost. Ghost: ...I don't appreciate the call out but fair-

-- Price: Where are you going?! Y/N: To either get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car!

-- Ghost after watching Fem!Y/N do an incredibly risky move: I just...Is she blind?? Suffering some form of brain damage?

-- (Tw; Hollywood Undead unalive song)

Y/N: My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll sli- Price: EXCUSE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?? Y/N: Wh- No Captain, it's just a so- Price: GHOST GET THE BASE PSYCH ON THE PHONE Y/N: CAPTAIN IT'S A SONG I'M FINE- Well I'm not bUT NO WAIT HANG ON-

-- Valeria: *screaming in spanish* Y/N: ... Gaz: Don't. Y/N, blushing: I'm trying-

-- (During movie night; watching Venom)

Y/N: *pauses on that scene where Venoms sticks his tongue out at the guy in the street* ....Hear me out- Gaz: NO! NO. Y/N: NO NO LISTEN, LISTEN- Soap: Let them speak. Gaz: Don't encourage this! Y/N, pointing at the screen: LOOK AT IT! LOOK! Objectively you have to understand- Gaz: NOOO, it eats people! Soap: THAT TONGUE IS THREE FEET LONG AT LEAST! Gaz: No, I will not be hearing anyone out! I- GHOST, Ghost, back me up. Tell them they shouldn't want to fuck the ALIEN. Ghost, looking at the screen: Ethically, it's wrong. Gaz: Thank you. Ghost: ...objectively- Y/N: AHA! SEE?!

-- Ghost: *bends over* Y/N: *silently flips out* Soap, quietly: Wh-what? What are you-?! Y/N: SHHH *grabs Soap's jaw and turns him to look* Soap: *slack jaw* Damn- Y/N: fuckingdamnindeed- Ghost: *turns around* Soap: So it's your turn to pick dinner, what're you thinking? Y/N: Oh I dunno, maybe something pork related, uh, or cake- Soap: Aha, yeah...cake. Ghost: ....??

--

Fem!Y/N: I am not the mom of 141, that's ridiculous. Someone: You make all of them lunch every day with fruit cut into shapes, IN PERSONALIZED LUNCH BOXES Fem!Y/N: They need nutrition! Someone: You color code their items- Fem!Y/N: Look, if you were there for the item mix-ups you'd understand. Someone: YOU ARE LITERALLY FOLDING AND LABELLING THEIR LAUNDRY WITH A SHARPIE ON THE TAGS. Fem!Y/N: *holding Simon's skull boxers, writing his name on the tag* That- ...oh my god I'm the mom.

-- Ghost, watching Soap run past: WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! Soap, grinning & sprinting: A FUCKIN' BOMB Ghost: NO!!!

-- Price: Y/N, this is Lieutenant Riley, you can call him Ghost. Ghost: Y/N, looking him up and down: ...you got daddy issues? Ghost: ....maybe Y/N: Cool, same. Pleasure to meet'cha, sorry life gave you shit. Ghost, shaking their hand: Ditto. Price: *concerned sigh*

-- Price, walking into the common area at 10 pm: What in the world- Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: *all in there pyjamas with face masks on, eating snacks* Y/N: *slowly keeps chewing* Gaz: ...heeeyy siiirr... Price: It was lights out an hour ago, what are you lot doing? Soap: *slowly raises another face mask* ....Self care, sir? Price: ... Ghost, walking in at midnight for water: ....what. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Y/N: *stop gossiping* Gaz: ....hey. Soap: Evenin' L.T. Y/N: Howdy. Ghost: *looks at Price with a face mask on* Ghost: ...*sighs and sits down* Pass the Goldfish. Soap: Yeaaaah, good man! Welcome to the party!

-- Shepard: Is anyone here straight?! Price: ...*hesitantly raises hand* Laswell: *pushes his hand back down*

-- Valeria: *angry ranting* Y/N, a captive: Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!

-- Ghost: What in the hell are you doing? Y/N: Laying in the rain. Ghost: Why? Y/N: If I lay here long enough, it feels like it washes the sad away. So I'm gonna lay here until the sad is gone. Ghost: You'll get sick. Y/N: Better sick than sad, sir. Ghost: ...*looks at the sky, back down, sighs* Ghost: *lays down on the tarmac* Y/N: Got a lot of sad? Ghost: ...Yeah. Y/N: If the rain doesn't take care of it, let's trade sads. Then it'll at least be a different kind of sad. Ghost: Not sure you want my sad. Y/N: Maybe not, but I don't think you should have to handle your sad alone either. Ghost: ...alright. Y/N: Cool.

-- Price: Simon, it's three o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? Ghost: Because I've lost control of my life.

-- Soap, with a gunshot wound: Do I regret it? Yes. Will I do it again? Most likely.

-- Y/N after doing something so badass it would fit in a movie: ...DID EVERYONE SEE THAT?? CAUSE I WILL NOT BE DOING IT AGAIN.

-- Ghost: You kidnapped the prime minister's daughter? That's illegal! Soap: Okay, Ghost, but what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing the prime minister's daughter, or destroying 141? Ghost: KIDNAPPING THE PRIME MINISTER'S DAUGHTER, JOHNNY! Fem!Y/N: Do you guys have like, a water or something? Snack maybe? No?

-- Y/N: I think there's been some confusion. I'm not the one in trouble here. Enemy Soldier: ...What? Y/N: There are only four of you. You'll need more than that. Gaz, hearing it over the intercom: ...they're gonna whoop-ass but we should probably go help them.

-- Someone: Why are you doing their straps for them? Price: They don't like velcro. Someone: Just do it yourself! Y/N: I'm not touching that stuff! I'll get neurotypical cooties.

-- Y/N, high on painkillers: If yo leg get cut off, would it hurt? Soap, in a hospital bed beside them: ...DUH Y/N: How though? Soap: Cause your leg got cut off! Y/N: Where you gonna feel the pain? Soap: In your le.... Y/N: Exactly bro! How you gonna feel the pain in yo leg if- Both: If your leg is gone! Soap: Whoooaaa... Y/N: Bro I swear, we're geniuses. Ghost, on his last brain cell: Fuckin'ell.

-- Ghost, about to lose his shit: Dear lord, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but if you could give me a little patience-

-- Gaz: Do you believe in God? Y/N: ...Yes & no. Gaz: Yes & No? What do you mean? Y/N: I believe there is a higher power, I believe a God exists. But...believing in God? Now that...haven't done that in a long time.

--

Gaz & Y/N: *dancing* Ghost: Can you two be serious for five seconds? Gaz, bustin' a move: Dunno sir, can you have fun for five seconds? Y/N: *stops and looks at Gaz* Gaz: *stops and is filled with instant regret* ...uh, sir, I- Ghost: Tell you what. I'll give you five seconds...to start running- Gaz: *turns to run and sees Y/N already yards away* YOU LEFT ME?! Y/N: I WANNA LIVE!!!!

-- Ghost: What are they doing? Price: Arguing in morse code. Soap: - .... .- - .----. ... / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .-. .- --. --. . -.. -.-- Gaz: -.-- .- / -- --- -- -- .- Soap: YOU FUCKIN' TAKE THAT BACK-

-- Soap: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surpriiisee!~ Ghost: You did your paperwork? Soap: I said surprise, not miracle.

-- Y/N, on tiktok: FOR ALL YOU NASTY ASSES IN MY DMS- *shows the team* THIS IS MY TEAM. STOP SENDING MY DICK PICS OR I WILL SEND THEM AFTER Y'ALL. Ghost: You've been getting dick pics? Soap: Who the hell's been harassing you online?! Y/N: SEE?? THEY'LL WHOOP YA ASS, SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

-- Y/N, on tiktok again: Alright, backfired on me. For all of y'all who are now trying to be nasty by THIRSTING for my teammates, uh, no. Stop askin' for my Captain's marital status, I'm not gonna tell you. No you may not get my teammate's dicks, I will not be giving you their social media, stOP ASKING I KNOW THEY'RE HOT BUT NO-

-- (I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Karen compilations, so, that's why I thought of this)

Y/N: Goodbye sir! Male Karen: Fuck you bitch! Go suck off your captain you fuckin' whore!! Y/N: Sure, I'll do that, goodbye! Male Karen: Suck my dick, whore! Y/N: Can't! It's too full of military dick, you'll need to make an appointment, GOODBYE!! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: Jesus. Christ. Ghost: I told you all America is shit.

(Bonus Note cause I can't put in anywhere else; on the topic of Venom + C.o.D. I know we have Soap in place of Eddie & Ghost in place of Venom, but hear me out. Y/N! being Ghost's host and Johnny being a third part. P o l y ! A u !)

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

Tommy's Girl

Warnings: Fuckin' hell, where do I begin? Explicit language, SMUT (P in V, oral), spanking, use of the word Whore (derogatory), talks of war, PTSD (nightmares), Possessive!Tommy, knife kink, claiming(via carving initials into skin, Tommy uses salt to ensure scaring), pain kink, toxic relationship, smoking, drinking, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of opium, Tommy being an ass. MINORS DNI

A/N: This is all purely fictional. Please don't do this IRL. It is all consensual in the fic, I hope that comes through clearly. Honestly, this is filth. Plain filth.

WC: ~4K

It wasn’t easy being close to Thomas Shelby. He wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. He had his flaws. You knew though, that deep down, he was worth it. When it was just the two of you, hidden away from the world’s view, Tommy was a different person. He wasn’t Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. He wasn’t Tommy Shelby, public enemy number one. He was just Tommy Shelby, a man from Small Heath. That’s it, he was just a man.

You met Tommy when you were children. It was an instant friendship, forged by the love of horses. As you got older, that friendship grew. All of Small Heath knew you as “Tommy’s girl” and you didn’t mind one bit. You melded into the Shelby family after the Spanish Influenza took your mother, the only family you had left.

You were there the day Tommy was called away to war. Tommy was gone for four long years fighting in World War I. When he returned home from France, he was different. You knew that war changed the men involved. Tommy was cold, distant, and had trouble sleeping at night. You heard him calling out in his sleep; He would wake up gasping for air, clutching his chest as the cold air of the night burned lungs.

It broke your heart to see him sink into a shell of who he used to be. He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. It was all business, all the time. He started to drink more. A whiskey in his hand became his normal. Tommy started visiting Lizzie Stark, much to your dismay. He hadn’t touched you since his return.

It all changed though, when Grace Burgess started working at The Garrison. The petite blond captivated him, bringing out a bit of the old Tommy. Seeing the two of them together ripped you to pieces. You never had a good feeling about her. The way she looked at Tommy, then seemed to check her surroundings. You brought your suspicions Polly.

“I dunno, Pol. The girl is up to something. I jus’ know it.” You told her over tea one day. She just lifted a brow, and sipped at her cuppa. “I’m serious! Do you not notice how bloody shady she is, Polly?” You were frustrated. You thought if anyone would share in your worries, it would be Polly.

The brunette set down her tea cup with a sigh, lighting up a cigarette. “Of course, I don’t trust her. You think a pretty girl like that just pops up in Birmingham randomly? No.” You felt a sense of relief at her words. "You don't worry about her. I'll take care of it." Polly put out her cigarette and left you alone in her sitting room.

You were at The Garrison with a couple of friends. It being the only pub that would let women drink without a male counterpart. You were drinking your whiskey on ice when the brothers walked in. Tommy walked straight to the bar, whereas John came to you.

“Ladies, how are we this fine evenin’?” He asked, with a flirty smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes. You were closer to John’s age. Maybe a year or two older. He was like your brother. He always told you he preferred you to Ada.

“We are just fine, John. Now, go on. No one here is going to suck your cock. So please.” You were used to being so forward, especially with him. You had to be blunt with John for him to understand.

He looked at you with a feign hurt expression. “I was just being nice, love.” He smiled at you, before tipping his hat and walking to the back room. When you looked over his shoulder, you saw Tommy at the bar chatting up Grace. You did your best to push it out of your mind.

For the rest of the night, you and your friends had a great time, filled with laughs and stories. Of course, they asked about John. You shot that down quickly as he lost his wife not too long ago. You knew he had his hands full with four children and the Blinders.

Before you knew it, you were alone at your little table; Your friends were long gone. You swirled what was left of your watered-down whiskey in the glass. You heard the chair across from you scrape on the floor. “John, for the last–” You looked up expecting to see John’s deep blue eyes; Instead you were met with anger burning in Tommy’s ice blue ones.

“Can I help you, Thomas?” You sneered, unable to get the image of him and Grace out of your head. Tommy inhaled a hit of his cigarette.

"Did you fuck my brother? Is that why he's gawking at you like you're his?" He breathed, as smoke billowed out between his lips.

You rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your alcohol. "No, Tommy. I didn't fuck John. But even if I did, would it matter? When you're out there putting your cock in every whore in Birmingham?" You harshly whispered, not wanting to attract attention.

Tommy returned your attitude with a scoff. "Oh. Piss off. You know that's not true." He didn’t want this to be a fight, but he could see that’s where it was going. “Let’s go talk privately.” He suggested, moving to stand.

You shook your head. The alcohol in your system was making it easier for you to be bold."So, it's jus' Lizzie then, eh? Because Grace isn’t putting out. But I have to stay bloody celibate until you decide you want me again?!" You slammed your hands on the table, causing the pub to go quiet.

Tommy stood, moving around to pull you up by your arm. You stumbled over your heels as he dragged you out of The Garrison. Your skin prickled as the cold air washed over it. Tommy pulled you all the way down to the stables. "What's gotten into your ‘ead, woman?" He groaned, ripping his scally cap off.

You plopped down on a hay bale, your legs going jelly as the whiskey worked its way through your system. Was he kidding? Was he fucking kidding? "You, Tommy! You! I fucking killed a man for you! I put a bullet through someone's fucking skull for you. And you-- you treat me like fucking property." You snarled, thinking back to that night in The Garrison. Tommy pulled you in, telling you that the IRA was coming to kill him. He hid you in the back with a gun. When your signal came, you walked out, seeing Tommy with his hands raised, defenseless. The Irishman with the gun aimed at you and shot. He missed by a hair, and luckily, you were trained by the Shelbys. And you don’t miss.

The man swiped a hand down his face. “I never wanted that. It wasn’t– That’s not how it was meant to happen. And you fuckin’ know that.” Tommy fumed, pacing back and forth in the stable dirt. He never meant for you to kill for him. The last thing he wanted was to mark your soul with a brand so dark, it never goes away.

You stood quickly, wobbling a bit before you steadied. You charged up to him, tears already falling. “This isn’t fair, Tommy! Either you want me or let me fucking go.” You bawled, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. It killed you how calm he made you feel in his embrace. It shattered your soul knowing that he was your safe place and yet, you still could not have him as your own.

Tommy didn't know what to do. He wanted you, he always has. When he came back from France, he was different. He didn't sleep and when he did he had nightmares. He resorted to smoking opium before bed so he could get some rest; So that he didn't go insane.

He didn't deserve you, he knew that. He wasn't who he used to be, the man you fell in love with. Despite that, his skin crawled at the sight of you with someone else. You have been his since you were 15, and no one takes what belongs to Tommy Shelby.

Tommy slipped his hand into your hair, pulling your face up from his chest. He leant down, placing his pillow-soft lips on yours. He hadn't kissed you in months, not since the night you killed the Irishman. It was like muscle memory. Your lips molding with his like they belonged together.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as he tightened his grip on your hair. "Mine." He panted as he pulled away for a second. Then his lips were back on yours.

Your brain screamed at you to pulled away, to kick him square in the balls and tell him to fuck off, but you couldn't. Tommy's kiss was mesmerizing, intoxicating. Tommy had a way of making you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

But you weren't. He had Lizzie, often. He was trying to get with Grace. You were just the girl who has always been there; You were familiar and safe. You didn't want to be his second choice, or in this case, third. You pushed him away with a grunt. You ripped his hands from your hair, and he stumbled back. "I'm not a toy, Tommy!" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Either be with me or let me go." You gave him the options or ultimatum.

Tommy looked at you with wide eyes. He wasn't going to let you go, he couldn't. You were his. Weren't you? "I can't be with you." He said, and you nodded.

"Then I'm leaving, Tommy. I'm moving to London." You had already decided to go. You knew Tommy wouldn't choose you.

He shook his head, "No. You aren't." His words were confident and it made you boil. You didn't give a damn if he was Tommy Shelby of the Peaky Blinders.

You turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed your wrist. "I want to go home, Tommy. I want-- I need to get away from you." You jerked your arm away, feeling the burn of his grip. “I’m drowning, Tom. I’m drowning, and you’re just pulling me under.” Your tears were hot against your face as you started back to Polly’s house; As you started toward a new life without Tommy Shelby.

The following night, you were in The Garrison with John and Arthur. You had told them you were leaving for London, and they insisted you have one more night of fun with them. The boys were wasted, per usual, while you sipped your first whiskey on ice.

John was affectionate when he was drunk. Normally, you would put him in his place, but you couldn’t be bothered. You were enjoying the attention. He slipped an arm around you, pulling you into his lap, just as Tommy opened the door to their back room.

It all happened quickly. Tommy ripped you out of John’s weak hold before sending him crashing to the floor holding his busted nose. “I’ve told you, John. She’s my girl.” Tommy told him calmly, before pulling you out of the pub and to his room. Despite your protests, he didn’t stop.

He pushed you into the small room. You were speechless. He had punched his own brother, because of you. You sat on his small twin-sized bed, holding your head in your hands. The air in the room smelt of cigarette smoke, a hint of opium, and Tommy’s aftershave. Tommy offered you a glass of whiskey which you happily took, downing it in one gulp.

Tommy sighed, taking a seat beside you. “I’ve told you, you’re mine. What do I have to do to get you to understand that?” He took a sip of his drink, “You think John can take care of you, eh?” He gripped your face tightly, “Do you think John can please you?” He chuckled at the thought, he knew he couldn’t. He finished his whiskey, placing the glass on his side table.

You weren’t scared of Tommy. You had seen him at his worst, you had let him use you until you couldn’t stand. You let him do unspeakable things to you, to satisfy the darkness that rose inside of him. Deep down, you knew Tommy would never let you leave. He needed you, no one else would understand what he needed, what he craved. He released your face, and you tried to speak.

“Shut up.” He harshly whispered, before planting his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was all teeth and tongue. Tommy pulled you up to your feet, sliding off your coat, tossing it across the room where it clattered to the floor. His hands were on your hips, slowly sliding up your body. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, that pebbled under the satin brassiere you were wearing. When his large hands reached your throat, he gripped tight with his right hand, shoving you to the wall. “You’re my property.” He said, before adding, “No one touches my property.”

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. “Please, Tommy,” you struggled to whisper through his grip, which only made him squeeze tighter.

“Please, what, eh?” He cocked a brow, arching over the darkness that was taking over his blue eyes. “Please let you go?” You tried to shake your head, but his hold was too tight. Tommy released you, causing you to suck in a harsh breath.

Deep down, you knew your relationship with Tommy was sick, demeaning, and toxic, but you didn’t care. You loved him, and he loved you, even if he didn’t say it often. “Mark me.” You met his eyes, letting him see the truth; You were just as fucked up as him. For a split second, his gaze softened, as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “But Tommy, you’re mine, too. No more Lizzie, no fucking Grace. Jus’ me.” He nodded in agreement, something you weren’t expecting.

Just like that, soft Tommy was gone. He stepped back from you, and you missed the heat of him on you. He shrugged out of his jacket, revealing his gun holster. He removed that, before unbuttoning his waistcoat, slipping it off until he was just in his white button up. He unbuttoned the sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. You stood against the wall, watching, waiting.

He reached into his pant’s pocket, pulling out his switchblade. Your breath hitched, your thighs clenching together. Was he really going to mark you? You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear him speaking to you. “Where do you want it, woman?” He asked, and you looked at him, confused. “My initials, where do you want them?” He asked again, clicking the button on the handle. The swoosh of the blade made you jump.

“Your property, your choice.” You mewled, knowing that was the answer he wanted. A groan reverberated through him, causing a wave of heat to flow through you. He stalked you, blade toward you.

“Don’t move.” He commanded. The blade was cold against the skin of your chest. It slid down to the fabric of your dress. Thomas Shelby didn’t keep a dull blade, so it sliced through the cotton like butter. He pushed the ruined garment from your shoulders, letting it pile around your heels. He took in your flushed appearance, admiring your blush pink underwear and matching garter belt that held up your black stockings. “Fuck, I am a lucky man.” He whispered to himself.

The blade continued down your body, to your hip. He kneeled down, looking back up at you, as if to ask you ‘did you really want this’. “I’m yours, Thomas Shelby. I always have been. But it needs to be seen.” You slowly turned, slipping your brassiere strap down, moving your hair, baring your shoulder to him. He stood up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the table, dousing the blade, then your back. He gave you the bottle to take a swig, but you declined. You wanted to feel everything. Tommy gave you a rag to bite down on. He was quick. Five swift, deep, slices to permanently cut the letters T.S. into your skin. You heard him lay the blade on the table.

Tears sprung from your eyes, but you remained silent. “Deep breath, love.” You did as you were told as he splashed more whiskey onto your skin. You groaned as the alcohol washed over the open wounds. Then he licked your shoulder, taking in the taste of your blood mixed with the whiskey. Tommy wouldn’t tell anyone, but it was a taste he could get addicted to. The feel of his tongue laving over your cuts made you wet. The idea of your blood on his tongue drove you mad with lust. You turned to face him, your simple makeup ruined by your tears.

Tommy cleared his throat and left the room, but quickly returned with some items. A dressing, some tape, and a bowl with sugar? No, salt. He was going to make sure his initials were embedded into your skin forever. You nodded, telling him to do it. He moved you to the bed laying you face down. He sprinkled the salt over his initials, before rubbing the granules into the wounds. This time you screamed against the rag. The harsh edges of the salt bit into the sensitive skin, burning deep. Tommy shushed you as he finished. He dressed the wound, covering it with a bandage. He rolled you onto your back. Tommy leaned over you, his face mere inches from yours.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. Make you scream, so that all of Small Heath knows, eh?” He promised, as he kissed down your body. Tommy removed your black heels, first. Then he unhooked your stockings, slipping them down your legs one at a time. He kissed back up your thighs to your clothed core. He slowly peeled down your panties, revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. “Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did.” He teased you, as he ran a finger through your slick, causing you to jump.

“Tommy, please. Fuck me. I need you.” You begged him, reaching out to grab him, to pull him to you. He leaned forward, flattening his tongue against your slit, licking a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. You moaned loudly at the contact, arching up into his face.

Oral sex was still a new concept to you, only ever doing it with Tommy. He loved it though. He loved how you tasted, the sweet and salty substance that leaked from your body only for him. It made him rock hard just thinking about it. Tommy’s tongue was talented, sending you over the edge quickly. You rode out your high, breathing deeply, but you needed more.

You sat up, grasping at Tommy’s shirt. You ignored the pain in your shoulder as you ripped it open, buttons scattering everywhere. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Fuck me now and I’ll sew them back on later.” You said, before placing kisses across his chest. You reached for his pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, letting them pool around his ankles. His underwear quickly joined them. He took off his shoes, so he could kick away his trousers.

You opened your legs, giving him complete access to your body, which he gladly accepted. He climbed onto the bed, sinking his cock into you. He fucked into with vigor. “Fuckin’ ‘Ell.” He moaned as you clenched around him. “Look at you, my good girl.” Tommy spoke in time with his thrusts.

You whimpered at his words, “All yours, Tommy.”

Tommy pulled out of you, making you whine. “I told you I was going to make you scream.” He growled, manhandling you into position. He had you on your knees, holding onto the metal frame of his bed. He situated himself behind you. You could feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh. “Fuck. Can’t wait for this to heal.” He swore, carefully running his hand over his handiwork. You felt him move to line himself back up with your cunt, which was still dripping with anticipation. Gripping your hips tightly, he sheathed himself, going deeper than before. You moaned his name. “That’s it, love. My name on your lips and your body.”

He set a pounding pace, making the frame bang into the wall. “Oh, fu– Fuck.” You could barely get the words out. Your head was empty. All you could think about was Tommy, he was everywhere. You hissed as a sharp sting ran across your ass, a spank from the man fucking the life out of you. Another, causing a moan to erupt from your lips. You were so close, the smacks to the ass only pushing you closer. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-” At this point you didn’t know what you were begging for.

Tommy chuckled, slowing his pace and releasing his grip on one of your hips. He reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit as began to grind into you. The change of pace had you feeling every little movement. The head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you with deadly precision. “I want you to come on my cock, got it?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, letting yourself go, falling over the edge of pleasure. It was a long drop, hitting every single nerve in your body. You barely registered Tommy’s “Good fucking girl” as he picked his pace back up. He fucked you through your release into another that pulled him over with you. You felt rope after rope of his release deep inside you.

His head dropped to your good shoulder, his hot breath cascaded down your spine. You were still too far gone. Tommy slipped out of you, and you felt him leak out onto your thighs. “I’ll be right back.” He told you as he moved you to lay down. He came back with a towel to wrap around you. He lifted you in his arms, taking you downstairs to the bathtub. You could see the water was steaming. He set you down, removing the towel. He helped you step into the bath, before he followed right behind you. He held you tight against his chest, as he helped clean you up.

When he was finished, you rested your head back against him. What had you just done? You were trying to get away from this man you let him brand you, like fucking cattle. “Tommy,” You started unsure of what to say. You heard him strike a match, then the air filled with the familiar smell of his cigarettes. “Are you still going to see Lizzie?” You asked, your voice was small and you felt pathetic even asking.

Tommy sighed, before he gave you the answer you had been wanting for months now, “I don’t need Lizzie. Don’t need Grace.” He placed a kiss to the junction of your neck, “Not when I have my girl.”

Tommy hadn’t lied. He told Lizzie he wouldn’t need her services anymore. Any interaction he had with Grace was business related and he always made sure someone else was with him. Your shoulder had healed, leaving T.S. seared into your soft flesh. Any time it caught your attention, you smiled.

You walked into The Garrison, seeing Tommy at the bar, talking with Grace over the books. He looked over at you, as you sauntered toward him. You didn’t speak. Instead, you reached up, pulling Tommy down to you. You kissed him feverishly. You heard Grace scoff, but didn’t care. Tommy ran a hand up your arm, accidentally pulling on the strap of your dress. It slipped off your shoulder, revealing his claim on you. The little gasp from behind you told you she saw it. You pulled away from him, before turning around to Grace. You smiled sweetly, before ordering a drink.

“On the house.” She said, her voice laced with hate. “For Tommy’s girl.”

A/N: please let me know if I missed any warnings.

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