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dun wanna go to work tomorrow
#but i have to#it's my final training run w the wheelchair next week I'm gonna be on my own#gotta make sure it's right and secure#but i dun wanna work#money can be exchanged for goods and services
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Photo shoots are fun on their own but honestly some of the best parts are just Public Interacting With a Ballerina instances
#had to go through security to get to a bathroom to change#and all the security folks were middle aged men very intrigued by what we were doing#One had a daughter who dances and another was like ââokay Iâve gotta ask. how long have you been doing this bc I went out there#and just saw you right up there on your tippy toesââ đ#multiple moms hollering that I looked beautiful/graceful/etc#and on the way up the escalator from the metro#I was trying to make sure my tutu didnât get caught on anything and looked up to see two young women on the other escalator like đ˛đ˛#personal
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đď¸âđ˛đ°đđ´ đśđśđˇ........... THE STRONGEST ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series
visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriendâgojo satoruâshould be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your doorâgotta be a fake... right?! classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi. incidents: 4.4k .......shout outs to @yung-notorious for beta-ing some of this!
*knock-knock-knock-knock-knock*
Rapid, insistent knocks interrupt your laughter as you chat with friends, carefully brushing a fresh coat of polish onto your toes. You werenât expecting anyone, but the familiar, overly enthusiastic rhythmâknocking out the tune of Rick Astleyâs "Never Gonna Give You Up"âleaves no doubt who it is.
Satoru.
You sigh.
Although you havenât seen Gojo much lately and are usually happy to see him, his timing this time irritates you for a couple reasonsâfirst, of course heâd interrupt right in the middle of your much-needed girl time! You were desperate to hang with your friends again, especially after being stuck in lockdown for the last 2 weeks.
There was some juicy tea getting spilled on the call too!Â
More importantly, you weren't in a hurry to get up from the sofaâespecially with your freshly painted white toes youâd propped up on the coffee table to dry. The last thing you wanted was to ruin them by getting dust on them while answering the door when Gojo wasnât even supposed to be here right now.
âBBL, yâall.â
Reluctantly ending the call, you switched over to your Ring camera app.Â
Sure enough, the security feed loads to reveal Gojo, grinning up at the camera with his glasses perched on the brim of his nose and a large pink shopping bag in hand.
Huh? Thereâs no way heâs off-work already!Â
Taking note of the time it reads 1:30 p.m. confirming that Jujutsu societyâs strongest sorcerer is skipping out on work, againâpshh typical.Â
âCâmon babe, let me in!â
Urgh, what was he even doing here?!Â
Shouldnât he be the one leading the charge to kill all the doppelgängers? The faster he exorcized them, the sooner youâd finally be able to go outside again.
This doppelgänger outbreak felt like covid quarantine all over and it sucked!Â
Satoru needed to get his ass back to work so you wouldnât waste the best years of your life cooped up inside!
âGo away, doppelgänger!â
You use the intercom feature to speak to Gojo, still not budging from the sofa.
Gojo pouts.
âBut it's me, baby! Open the door Bunny bae, please I missed you princessâitâs been too long!â
Satoruâs annoyingly pretty baby blues look even bigger as he pleads into the camera, his lip quivering, making you roll your eyes.
Itâs barely been 48 hrs since youâve last seen him and he still blows up your texts all day!Â
But the worldâs strongest sorcerer was also the worldâs clingiestâso you suppose his doppelgänger would be too. Although, you were pretty sure this was the real deal, that still didnât mean you wouldnât give him shit for skipping out on work.
âHuh, thatâs funny because there's no way you could be my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, the strongestâand the one who is supposed to be making sure Iâm not stuck in the house for another 2 years. Itâs been freaking 2 weeks already Toru, Iâm going batshit in here!â
Pushing his glasses back in place Gojo hides his scoff, standing up straight.Â
Shit.
He hopes you arenât onto him.Â
Sure, he could have contained this whole thing in a few days tops.
Despite the doppelgänger ability to mimic appearances and cursed energy patterns, Gojoâs Six Eyes could see right through it easily. His power allowed him to perceive the core of a soul with perfect clarity, instantly distinguishing the souls of a human and a curse.
But instead of resolving the problem quickly, Gojo made up all kinds of excuses to you (and especially to the higher-ups) about why it was taking longer than expected.Â
The truth was, simple thoughâfor once, just this once, he decided he had earned the right to be selfish.
Not having met you until after the covid quarantine, Gojo had never experienced that kind of isolation with youâand was immensely jealous that your last boyfriend had. Now that he had a taste of it, there was nothing he wanted more than to keep his lil bun-bun safely caged up, waiting for his return everyday (and he did try to make it back everyday).
Okay, so he is in fact being really selfish.
Luckily for everyone else though, most of these doppelgänger curses are relatively harmless other than causing absolute chaos with their mere existence aloneâunfortunately they could also be seen by people even lacking cursed energy.
Gojo took care of the stronger ones, the ones with more nefarious intentions, while letting the little ones continue to run looseâall so he could have you to himself.Â
Unbeknownst to you, Gojo is intentionally sentencing you to what seems like a never ending cycle of boredom so that when he finally gets home you cling to him like a grain of sweet sticky rice. So eager for any external stimuli or interaction youâd be up for all manner of his perversions youâd normally shoot him down for.
That didnât mean you werenât still a brat though, making him work for itâsomething that Gojo also noted was his fault though for spoiling you rotten, not being able to deny you anything. So you pretend to be annoyed when he showed up, but Gojo knew the truthâthose thick thighs of yours would soon have your slick running down. Your cute, slutty lil pussy dripping would start dripping the moment youâd hear his voice.
Yeah, yeah, heâd get rid of those things eventuallyâbut Gojo was going to enjoy this quarantine with you for a bit longer.Â
âEven the strongest need a break baby! I need my sweet lilâ energizer Bunny to recharge my batteries, eh?â
You crinkle up your nose seeing him wiggle his eyebrows on camera.Â
He's such a dorky cornball.
âAnd this breakâŚitâs approved by Yaga, hm?â Gojo whines at your questioning, not wanting you to deny him any longer nor throw technicalities in his face he didnât wanna have to answer.
âCome on, Bunny! I even brought you real nice gifts to show you how much I missed you!â
The hot pink shopping bag sways in front of the camera, Gojo dangling it as if it were supposed to be a tempting treat.Â
But heâd have to do better than some generic pink shopping bag to impress you!
Youâve gone back to your toenails, starting to apply the top coat while you let him squirm out there for a while longer. You knew he could break the barrier in the blink of an eye but you also knew that he was a big enough baby to want you to let him in on your own.Â
Well tough luck brah.
âThat sure doesnât look like a Chanel shopping bag, Toru!â
âUm, thatâs cause itâs notâBunny you told me you donât even like me picking you out clothes anymore!â
You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyesâof course you said that as whenever Gojo picked something out for you, it ended up being the most scandalous or over-the-top piece in the store. How he would even managed that at a classy brand like Chanel, you had no idea. (Though, little do you know, in reality, he always acted they were ready-to-wear while they were custom-madeâjust for you.)
âI got us some toys, baby bun! Donât you wanna play with me?â
You donât need to ask him âwhat kind of toysâ from the goofy ass expression that is on his face.Â
âThatâs not making me want to let you in at all, Doru!â Â
âHah? WhaâDoru!?â
âYeah, short for Dopple-Toru.â
You try to keep a straight face but canât help giggling as you sneak a peek at your phone, still putting on as if you're completely ignoring him. His expression on the camera is priceless though and you wish you could snap a screenshot of his mouth wide open, glasses nearly sliding off, looking utterly incredulous.
âHey! Come on, Bunny bae, that's not funny! I know you know itâs meâand I also know your pretty pussy misses me!âÂ
Oh knew, it was your perv ass boyfriend and yeah you did miss himâbut you missed your freedom more! And for that reason you are gonna make him think twice before trying to skip out on work again. Not to mention, for having the nerve to show up once you finally found something interesting to stave away your boredom other than him!
âHmm, I donât knowâprove it then, DoruâŚâ
While Gojo loves goading you into playing games and usually lets you win them too, after nearly 48 âgrueling hoursâ away from you, all he wants now is to simply relax in your company. Ya know, nothing too crazy, just the typical cuddles with him calmly resting his face on your titties while his cock nestles deep up against your cervixâjust something casual.
Gojo calling your bluff, ups the ante.
âHeh, kayâŚâ
Youâre actually not paying attention this time, admiring your work on your toes and contemplating on the color you should paint your fingernails as Gojo goes silent for a moment.Â
Yet once you hear a loud zip, the rustling of fabric, and a belt clank to the ground your eyes practically bulge out of your head as you grab your phone, bringing it comically close to your face while blinking multiple times just to be sure.Â
Satoru quite literally has dick and balls out, dangling in the breeze, in front of the entire goddamn neighborhood!
And despite your initial horror and best efforts to remain upset, you pause, your inner slut causing a slight brain malfunctionâas even from the small ring camera you can see his deliciously thick cock bobbing fully erect while his mushroomy tip shamelessly drips viscous globs of pre onto your welcome mat.
Thankfully your short-circuiting of common sense only lasts a few seconds before it starts functioning again.
âTORU HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING SUGAR-FUELED MIND!? YOU KNOW THE HOA IS ONE MORE INCIDENT AWAY FROM KICKING ME OUT, RIGHT!?â
Sighing, you groan in dismay as youâve been on thin ice with your HOA for a while now because of Gojo.Â
Not only have you received the most noise complaints in the neighborhood by far, but he also made âalterationsâ to your home by installing unsanctioned rows of cypress trees. Claiming it was a safety precaution to block the view inside your home from your âsketchy neighbors.â He also ever so obnoxiously takes up 2 parking spots on the street so no one could even âpark too close to scratch his Benzâ and even sometimes double parked in front of your neighbors house when all the street parking was taken.
You would most definitely be kicked out if anyone in the neighborhood saw all of Gojoâs fairly large bits and pieces freely on display.
And yeah, Gojo did know that.Â
He also knew if you got kicked out and had to move youâd have no excuse then not to move-in with him.
Where else would you be able to stay on such short notice? He soon turn that temporary situation into a more permanent one too.
Finally leaping to your feet, you practically trip over yourselfâall thoughts of preserving your polish forgottenâas you sprint to the front door.
You canât get there fast enough, yet as soon as you do, you don't hesitate to lower the barrier and fling the door open.
âHey sweetnââ
Cutting him off, you grab Gojo by his collar and yank him inside before slamming the door shut behind you.
But you donât get a chance to scold him. The moment you turn to face him, your lips suddenly meet his, and his large frame envelops yours into a warm embrace.
Your first instinct is to push him away, but even when meeting your furious eyes he just grins knowinglyâtwirling his pointer finger in the air above him. You frown, confused, until it hits youâGojo has set up another barrier over your own.
No one could have seen him, but heâd let you believe that so youâd let him in faster.
Urgh, Toru is far too crafty for his own damned good.
It's your turn to pout now, having clearly lost this round badly.Â
But Gojo doesnât let the expression lingerâhis mouth is hot and hungry on yours again in an instant. Your soft lips are easily parted by his thumb as he slows to tease his way past your lips to glide his silken tongue into your mouth causing him to sighâyou taste sweeter than any candy to him.
The kiss soon turns more passionate as the strokes of his tongue flick longingly over yours, devouring you as he skillfully melts away your angerâin addition to all the bones in your legs. Reduced to a puddle of goo you completely forget you were just about to cuss him out as your legs now press together from the throbbing between your thighs. Your need becoming more agonizing as you grow dizzy from the lack of air.
When Gojo finally lets you breathe again, he chuckles at your dazed expression. Your lids are lowered and you press your body deeper into his own, clutching onto his collar as you nestle your face into his neck, savoring his scent washing over you.Â
âSo despite all that sass, I take it you actually missed me then?â
You nod eagerly against his skin, in spite of yourself. Even though he isnât supposed to be here right now, you canât hold back any longer how happy you are to see him.
âAnd my pretty Bunny girl is going to let me play with her now?âAll of her?â
You gasp as Gojo does not wait for an answer before slipping a hand into your shorts. Hissing at your heat, Gojo swipes his thumb over the outer folds of your cunt and his fingers quickly are becoming soaked before they even got the chance to get up inside you.
Placing a chaste kiss on your temple Gojo's agile fingers had merely confirmed what he already knew: Youâre utterly drenchedâhis needy, cute lilâ pussy was quite literally begging for him and who was he to deny her?
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âFâFuck! P-pussy too good. Keep the phone up though, nice and straight Bunny! T-Thatâs it, youâre the best! SHIIIITâ nâyou got the cutest sluttiest lil cunny! C-Can you get a close up of how well my cock is digging out your pretty lilâ bunny hole?â
âMmmgh!â
Gojoâs filthy words and his even filthier fat cock are bringing you closer to your ecstasy filled ruin as they push you past your limits, engorged veins scraping your walls with every thrust. You're covered in sweat and your entire body buzzesâquite literally as there are vibrating clamps suctioned onto each of your nipples.Â
Mmmm, it all was driving you wild!
Not imagining yourself in this position when you woke up this morning at all.
Especially as initially, when Gojo said he bought toys, you thought he had meant fuzzy handcuffs, silken ropes or maybe even some more of that warm edible candle wax that tastes like strawberriesâbut all this!?Â
You could barely see out of your bleary, tear-filled eyes completely caking your cheeks in streaks of your mascara that while supposedly waterproof, definitely is not Gojo Satoru proof.Â
In addition to the mind-numbing bliss radiating off your swollen perky buds, your body was covered in some sort of edible oily slick. The warmth was initially similar to that of candle waxâyet morphed into anything but. This time the heat was coming from the flames your own body generated as the effects of the candied warming oil made every part of you saturated in the fluid buzz with need.Â
Of course, after soaking your body with it down the tips of your toes and paying extra attention to your nipples, Gojo had been thoughtful enough to pour the most of the remaining bottle over your throbbing lilâ clit.Â
Except now there isnât just a shallow throb between your legs as the fiery sensation of every individual nerve in your cunt was cries out for him to ruin you harder.Â
Your legs are wrapped around him impossibly tight as your heels dig into the small of his back and yet somehow, he still manages to snake a hand between your slippery bodies to pet his favorite girly spot on youâyour clit. Toying with the swollen nub in a painfully slow manner compared to the intensified thrashing of his hips against your own.Â
The motions only serve to push the heart-shaped platinum and pink sapphire adorned butt plug deeper into your ass with every loud vulgar smack of your wet bodies joiningâthe strange feeling of it jostling against the very walls his cock was drilling has you drooling as Gojo further tests the limits of passion he can push over.  Â
âCâmon Bunny, you're going to miss the best part, ya better capture it really well how much squirt I can pump out of this cute cunnyâor weâll simply just have to do another take. Not that Iâd mind spending all day in your pussyâŚâ
You're not in your right mind to scold him for trying to skip out on more work and you certainly don't have the full capacities to hold his phone up any betterâwhat with your hands were tied together over your head to the bed. Gojo utilizing the fuzzy cuffs afterall.
You canât even really see if you are getting the right angle as you desperately hold onto the device, keeping it straight and upright lest it slip and drop right on your head.Â
âAlways such a good girl for me huh, princess?â
Tuhâlike he was giving you a choice!
You're unable to clap back though as your tongue, so lax from all the pleasure, sinks back to the roof of your mouth. The slobber gathered pools past your lips, over your chin, down your neck to your tits and Gojo is eager to slurp the train up your body and back to your lips, kissing you.Â
It goes without saying, but Gojo in âdirectorâ mode is absolutely diabolical.Â
The reason being needs the perfect footage of him playing in your guts to make sure he had good enough material to fap to if you wanted him to spend more time away from you while he hunted down the doppel-curses.
âBe good for me a bit longer, âkay baby?â
Yet his gentle coos donât match his demeanor.Â
Glasses long discarded, Gojoâs own blue eyes looked crazed. Heâs unconcerned with the sweat matting his hair to the sides of his face or the wave of slick your pussy splashes onto his taut abs. Abs are shuddering from just how tight of a hold your pussy has on himâworking him overtime as his heavy pants soon twist into deranged lil whines.
âM-Me and my lilâ buddy missed our two girls so, so, s-sooo muchâAH-HAH-F-FAHHHCK! G-Gotta show ya just how much!âÂ
Shamelessly, Gojo had dubbed his cockâhis little buddyâthe joke that would have emasculated some men but Gojo made it intentionally with the irony that he was anything but little.
âT-They were made for each other babyâlilâ buddy and the wet pretty girl between these thighs, yeah?â
The ham that he is, Gojo always sounds extra insane whenever a camera is recording, howling with amusement when he watches the playbacks. Yet in this very moment, he was as serious as a heart attackâand you definitely weren't laughing as your weeping pussy gets pounded into deeper into ecstasy filled oblivion.Â
âShhhâStawwp, Sâtoruuuuu!â
Tsk, you still could form a coherent thought? Â
That simply wouldnât do for Gojo who is working so hard and bought all these new toys to see you come completely undoneâand he needed you too soon as he wouldnât last much longer in your squishy gooey core himselfânot how your cunt was holding him in the wettest sluttiest lil hug.Â
There's still one item left that he hadn't used yet though, that in trying to keep up his sleeve he'd nearly forgotten about entirelyâhis own brain quickly leaving itself on simmer by your greedy lilâ pussy sucking him in so sloppy.
Slightly changing your position for more leverage, he throws one of your legs on his shoulder slotting himself between your cushy thighs while he straddles the other leg. Fucking you sideways with increasing intensity from the bruising grip on your hips pulling your pelvis towards on him as he meets your thrusts smacking directly into your cervix.
âHeh, I know what will finish you off! Ya ready to cum baby? Squirt all on this dick you love so much, eh Bunny?âYeah ya fuckin' will.â
When you donât answer right away Gojo delivers a harsh slap directly on your clit, the moisture causing the increased sting to intensify sending your senses into a state of floating. Yet, bringing you back to reality, another harsh smack lands on your cunt and you jerk against your restraints, nearly dropping the phone on your face for real this time.
You donât understand what he's saying to you but you not regardless, eyes rolling back into your headâevery single pore on your skin submerged in pleasure. Completely unaware, you donât hear the additional buzz of the final toy until you feel its silicone lips latching onto your clit while the rigid faux tongue juts back and forth across your bud.
Eyes practically leaving your skull for the second time today, everything flashes white, blinding you even with your eyes wide open. A scream so guttural it comes out silent, the ball of tension in you finally bursting as releases flushes through your entire body.
Cumming harder than you ever had before, you just let go completely, gushing around Gojoâs thick cock still pistoning in your now drenched pussy. The splash zone from your cunt is quite a bit more than usual as a giant warm wet spot begins to soil and expand underneath you both.
Ears ringing, Gojo sounds a million miles away as you hear him chattering on about somethingâthe phone?
You wiggle your fingers, realizing you must have dropped it, but youâre still clueless about what has him so excitedâuntil Gojoâs voice finally slices through your haze, yelling out in absolute wondermentâ
âHOLY SHIT BABY, DID YOU JUST PISS ON ME??? MMM FUCK ME FOR REAL!?âSHIT! YOU WETTER THAN A WATER PARK BUNNYâSO FUCKIN NASTY! PLEASEEEEEE PLEASEEEE TELL ME YOU GOT THAT ON CAMERA!â
Suddenly, it dawned on you that when you had let go, you had quite literally let it all go.Â
You could dieâand if you could muster the strength to move you surely would have raced out to the backyard to quickly dig yourself a whole to do just that in. Yet that clearly would not an acceptable conclusion for your degenerate perv of a boyfriend who is acting like a sinner savedâpraising pussy like a newly reborn evangelist baptized in the essence of your erotic filth.Â
His elation is simple as he figures how much you really had to trust him to be able to let go and lose yourself to him to that extentânow he wants to lose himself to you as well.
Easily drowning all inside your sloshing pussy like he never swamâGojo doesn't stop, your pissing only encourages him to fuck himself further into a pussy drunk state to rival your own cock-induced stupor.
Yet, somehow he still maintains enough control to effectively lavish praises for how naughty and shameless your lil pussy is.Â
The frenzy drives him directly to his nut, eyes dilate further and slobber frothes past his lips while spearing his cock into you with renewed vigor. Whimpering and stuttering his words and hips alike. Gojo presses your leg draped across him back against you to be sandwiched between the two of you as leans forward to further ravage your swollen kiss bitten lips again.Â
Twisting you up like a pretzel and near the point of passing out from overstimulation you his insane joyous laughter sounds miles away as he topples over his peak pumping ropes of his vicious cumâthat heâd been saving up for all you over the last two daysâinto your battered creamy core.Â
Gojoâs thrusts begin to slow but heâs in your guts just as far pushing cockhead right against your cervix stealing your lips into another fiery kiss.
Once Gojo finally lets you breathe air again, youâre completely out of it, the dopey blushing smile on your face. The embarrassment from pissing all over him is completely forgotten as hearts all for him linger in your eyes.
Sex with Toru was never dull to say the very least.
âThere you go, thereâs my good girl, huh Bunny? Not bored anymore baby?â
Gojo smirks down at you knowingly while peppering your face with sweet loving kisses as youâre steadily drifting off, allowing every exhausted nerve to claim you.
It's still a good minute before Gojo slides out of you, seeinghis discarded phone next to youâit's still recording. A mischevous smile plays on his lips.
Wanting to capture the aftermath of his handiwork, Gojo sweeps the phone across your body, thumbing off moisture from your dewy soft skin soiled with warming oil and sweat. Making sure to linger longer on your lightly heaving chest and the sporadic quiver of your thighs.
Zooming in even closer, Gojoâs two long fingers to part your swollen lips open, admiring more of his workâhis masterpiece that was the copious amounts of cum and piss dribbling out of your abused lilâ hole down to the crack of your ass.Â
Now Gojo really has a dilemmaâhe wants to keep filming you as his cum, ever so slowly, trickles out of you. He thinks this scene would make the perfect time-lapse of the creamy sap seeping from your cunt like sugar maple. But heâs also fighting the urge to also suck all the creaminess out of you himselfâthe cum rimming around your puckered lower hole tempting him to Gojo start there and slurp and suck his way up your clit.Â
Truly, he never gets enough of how his taste mingles with yoursâand heâs quite curious to know how the additional waterworks will add to your delectable flavor.Â
You were so fucking filthy and so willing to try new things all thanks to this doppel quarantine causing you to make this big a mess in the first place.
God he needed this.
More.Â
He had to have more from you.Â
Gojo couldnât possibly bring this all to an end anytime soon.  Cooing against your inner thigh Gojo makes a promise to your cunt.
âHeh, don't worry pretty girl, I'ma give you six more months of quarantine at least! Can't wait toââÂ
ââTORU, ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!?!?â
Whoops.
Yeah he definitely thought you were already fast asleepâteehee.
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Cw: Nsfw (Simon notices the outline of your thong thatâs hidden under your yoga pants)
Simon isnât even sure whether youâre doing this intentionally, trying to tease him, or you truly doesnât realize how youâre testing his restraint, how heâs trying so hard not to just push you against the nearest wall in the gym and go down on you right now.
Your back is facing him, just standing few feet away in front of him, wearing that tight yoga pants emphasizing your supple thighs and ass in the most delectable way, squatting and let out tiny grunts here and there. The worst part is, he can see the thong youâre hiding behind the yoga pants, the outline of it so clearly for him, good that itâs just you two in the gym now, or he might just drag you back home and hide you from othersâ ogling.
âHey, what-â His hands grab onto your arm the second you set down the dumbbell, your yelps and confusion doesnât recognize by him as he shoves open an empty shower room and pin you against the wall, his bulge pressing snuggly on your pussy.
Heâs mad hard, already leaving a dark spot on his sweatpants as he rubs it against your core shamelessly.
âYou doing this on purpose, princess?â Pulling down your yoga pants, hooking a finger over the thin strip of your thong, he tugs it with a slight grin, letting it slap back against your hips. And thatâs when you realize that the outline of your thongsâ actually visible even with the pants on.
âI didnât mean it, Simon.â The noise of the running shower canât cover your moans and attempted explaining, because he frees his thick, leaking cock from his boxers, chest securing you to the tiles, so heâs able to drag that aching shaft along your pussy, fucking your pussy lips and prodding at the clit till youâre a blabbering mess.
âDidnât mean it? but you still made it hard for me, love.â The bulb tip slide into your soaking cunt easily. He calms himself and pants beside your ears, trying not to come immediately from how tight and warm your heavenly pussy feels. âYou know how sexy you were when doing those squats, shoving your arse towards me, and kept reminding me you had a bloody thong that couldnât even cover your pussy properly under the yoga pants?â
He rocks his hips fiercely, letting out all the pent-up horniness with each deep thrust, directly abusing the sweet spots and coaxing moans after moans from you.
The usually quiet man groans loudly every time he wrenches an orgasm out of you, the shower wash off your juices dripping down your thighs, before your eyes roll back and cry out, messing them with both his and your cum.
âGonna comeâŚngh, fuckâŚâ Seeing stars canât describe how cock drunk you are now when you squeeze your cunt around his cock and tumble over the edge, the white hot pleasure corrupting your mind, overstimulated to your limits when he hissesâalmost comes too early from your spasming walls and pinch your clit as retaliation.
âFuck, going to paint your pretty little pussy with my cum againâŚgotta-oh fuckâ Simonâs voice trembles when slamming into you one last time, filling you up nice and tight with his release. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, recovering from the aftershocks of orgasms together with you.
â-Gotta claim this fucking pussy again, 's all mine, yeah?â Murmuring and pressing a tender kiss to your nape, he grabs the soap and start cleaning you up, more from the aftermath of the sloppy make-out than your previous workout.
#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#simon riley imagine#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#cod x reader#cod x you#female reader#nighttimealone
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I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Voxâs ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!
a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor đ this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! đŠˇ
tags: 18+ smut nsfw!
vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.
and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.
"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.
"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "youâre so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.
this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.
"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."
valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.
"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.
and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."
the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.
"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.
"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."
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summary: the monster trio's reaction to hearing you say their name in your sleep pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader cw: none!
luffy
it was rare, but it happened. luffy had gone off to roughhouse with usopp and chopper on the deck, leaving you with his precious hat. the responsibility was heavy on your shoulders and you barely had time to ask if he was sure before he ran in the opposite direction, laughing and looking back at you with a grin. "i know you'll take good care of it!"
that was about an hour ago, and you had done your damn best to make sure that the sacred straw hat was secure and in prime condition.
at some point though, the gentle rocking of the thousand sunny along with the overcast weather had you nodding off. you fought to stay awake, but ultimately found yourself dozing off against the railing.
with the straw hat nestled in your arms, your head rolled to the side, you slept.
luffy ended up returning to your spot a few minutes later, eagerly yelling your name until his mouth slammed shut at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully with his straw hat. he seems a little confused at first, head tilting as he looked down at you. "hm? you're tired?"
a toothy grin forms on his face as he steps closer, squatting down so he was eye level with you. the sight of his hat in your protective embrace makes him feel especially warm and he knows he made the right choice in entrusting it to you. his hand reaches for the hat, but as soon as his fingers brush against it, your hold tightens. your brows furrow and you grumble something before your face softens once more.
"no..." you mumble, bringing the hat closer to your heart. "s'for luffy... gotta...take care of it."
when he hears your 'no', he wants to pout, because it's his hat! however, when he catches the rest of your muttered words, his expression shifts into one of utter joy. a gleeful chuckle rings through the air and he can't help himself from waking you.
his arms wrap around your sleeping form and bring you in for a bone crunching hug, a yelp of surprise leaving you as you're rudely awakened. "what? what happened?" you ask, still disoriented and confused.
"nothing!" luffy responds, taking the hat from your hands and slamming it onto your head with a child-like excitement. "let's go eat!"

zoro
you had a long day, worse than usual. stressed out and in need of some time to yourself, you made your way up to the crow's nest where you plopped down onto one of the workout benches. your ever racing mind, plagued with what ifs and unnecessary worry, eventually settles down enough for you to fall asleep as you turn onto your side and doze off.
a while later, zoro heads up there to do some training.
when he noticed you sleeping, zoro simply shrugged and headed towards some dummies so he could practice his three sword style. clearly you were just napping, and he wasn't going to interrupt or tell you to get out.
he gets a few hits in, deliberately making his stabs and swings a tad quieter in a bid to respect your sleeping arrangement, when he suddenly hears his name being called. thinking that he had been too loud, he sheathes his swords and lets out a disgruntled sigh. he could only be so quiet as he trained, and he assumed that you were gonna chew him out for waking you.
however, when he turns, he sees that your eyes are still shut. not only that, but your brows are furrowed and your once neutral expression is twisted into one of slight fear. he takes a few tentative steps toward you, unsure of how to handle whatever it is that's happening.
your breaths quicken. "stop it..." you whine, your body tensing slightly as you curl further in on yourself. "zoro... help..."
his brows shoot up in surprise when his name tumbles past your lips, heat creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears. he feels awkward and out of place, though he can't deny the fact that he's flattered and a bit satisfied that, even in your sleep, you count on him to protect you.
he clears his throat, gaze sweeping across the crow's nest to make sure it was empty before hesitantly reaching a hand out. "oi, i'm here." he begrudgingly and affectionately grumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as his hand settled atop your head. "quit whinin'."
your response is almost immediate, your breaths evening out and your expression softening. he scowls and looks away, not believing that this was happening. yet, as he gets back to training, he makes sure to keep an ear out for you, occasionally talking to your sleeping self just so you could hear his voice.Â

sanji
you didn't mean to fall asleep in the dining room.
something had you feeling restless, so you took it upon yourself to make a cup of tea before sitting at the dining room table to enjoy it. you didn't expect the tea to be so effective, yet here you were, arms crossed on the table and your cheek squished against the wood.
before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon, sanji was up and preparing to head to the kitchen. with some extra plates and utensils in his hands that he brought from storage, he made his way down to the dining area.
when he notices you slumped over the table, his expression morphs into one of surprise and then to worry. he's quick to set down the silverware and make his way towards you, about to ask you what was wrong when he noticed your even breaths and peaceful expression.
ah, you were just sleeping. his eyes shine with amusement and admiration, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you. instead, he focuses his attention on your mug, his hand curling around the handle before bringing it up to his nose to take a quick inhale. the scent of chamomile and passionflower have him letting out a soft exhale of approval.
"you're gonna have to give me the recipe for this one, mon chĂŠrie." he smiles, taking a step back to head to the kitchen.
then, he hears it. a tired huff, as if you were debating with someone in your dream. "no... it's sanji... s'the best chef" you sleepily argue. "s'the best food... ever."
oh, he just melts. his head feels so light from your praise. he practically floats back to you, hearts in his eyes as he fights to keep his tone quiet. "mon chĂŠrie, do you really like my food so much that you dream about it?"
he continues to swoon over your sleeping self, his spirit light, when the sound of your grumbling stomach echoes throughout the dining hall. the blond is torn between waking you and preparing you something to eat.
he bends down slightly until he's at your level, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his free hand plucks the cigarette from his lips and he gently brings his mouth to your ear, lightly saying your name. "what's your favorite breakfast?"
a happy, genuine smile forms on his face when you actually mumble out an answer. when you wake up and your favorite breakfast is served on a plate in front of you, it's like a dream come true.
#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro x reader#one piece x reader#luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy x reader#sanji x reader
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Golden Cufflinks | JJK
âť Golden Cufflinks âł Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤠Best Friend's Fiance, Strangers to True Mates ⤠A/B/O AU | angst, smut, fluff ⤠Rating: MA ⤠WC: 11,742 ⤠Summary: Youâve never given much thought to finding your true mate, firmly believing itâs something that will happen when it happens. But, when you do find himâthanks to a pair of golden cufflinksâit very well could ruin everything. They say not allâs fair in love and war; you just hadnât expected your best friendâs wedding to be the battleground. â ď¸ Crass language, talk of designation hierarchy, mild talk of misogynistic practices of the past, confessions of cheating(not by main pairing), anger/arguments, kissing, dick sucking, mild cum intrigue, maybe mild breeding kink if you squint, unprotected v. sex, knotting, lots of slick and cum
Written for @hisunshiine as part of the 2nd Quarter 2023 @bangtanwritershq Awards Season! A/N: Congratualtions, Vanessa. You deserve all the kudos for a job well done during the 2nd Quarter 2023, I hope you enjoy the story!
A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi, @lo1k-diamonds, @moonleeai for the amazing beta services!
Can also be found on:Â Ao3Â |Â Wattpad
Nerves flutter in your belly as you gather your belongings from the plastic bin at the end of the rolling conveyor belt on the other side of security. As you walk away, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you have to juggle your purse and jacket to retrieve it.
You feel bad for making Hayun, your best friend for as long as you can remember, wait for a response, but you desperately just want to find your gate and have a seat first. Once you find it and settle in at a chair by the big windows looking out on the tarmac, you thumb to her contact.
âIf I didnât love you so much, Iâd probably hate you right now for making me wait so long for a response,â Hayun sasses before her voice softens, âHello, I love you.â
âLove you, too, girl,â you say, unable to help the smile that tilts your lips up. âSorry, Iâve been MIA for the last few hours. Things have been hectic. I misplaced my passport this morning, but I finally found it under the bed and then missed the hotel shuttle. I had to call a rideshare, but of course, it took them forever to get through airport traffic, and ughâŚâ you trail off with a sigh. âIâm sitting down for the first time since I woke up this morning.â
Which was approximately four hours ago at this point. Your flight is set to take off less than an hour from now, so you imagine boarding might start soon. Youâre not exaggerating when you say itâs been hectic. It was bad enough waking up at 3 AM, but youâre a chronic planner and stickler for time, so missing your flight was the absolute last thing you wanted to happen.
âOh, babe, that sucks. Iâm glad itâs all worked out, though. I really canât wait to see you!â
The conversation passes quickly, easing your heart and mind as you catch up on the last twenty-four hours. You havenât seen Hayun in a handful of years. Her career took her to the other side of the world, and yours kept you where you both grew up. The last time you saw her was through a haze of tears at this very airport when she boarded a plane destined for Seoul, South Korea, where she was adopted from at just two years old.
Visiting each other was always something you both talked about. But, as with most things, life just happens, and eventually, you find yourself making that visit you always talked about for reasons you never considered beforeâlike your best friend tying the knot with a guy youâve never met.
Sure, youâve seen pictures of him and have heard him talk in the background of most of the phone calls youâve exchanged with Hayun over the last few years. But, it was never on your friendship bingo card that the next time youâd find yourself seeing your best friend, it would be her at her wedding.
âI gotta go. Theyâre about to start boarding.â
âIâll see you when you land. Canât wait!â
Hayun disconnects the call, and you gather your belongings to prepare to line up in the boarding queue. It will be a long flight, but seeing Hayun again after so long apart will be worth it.
You fiddle with the bracelet on your left wrist, twisting and pinching at the silver moon charm dangling from the thin chain. Hayun has a matching one. They were presents from your parents on the day you were both recognized with your designations; she was thirteen, and you were fifteen.
The dynamics of Alphas and Omegas have long since changed from what it once was. Legend has it that once upon a time, an Alpha and an Omega were closer to their wolf-kin than how the world is now. Thanks to evolution and science, the only things remaining from that time are the more basic bodily functionsâscents, knots, and slick, to sum it up.
The crescent charm on your wrist symbolizes your designationâOmega. But being an Omega doesnât hold much meaning for you. You donât feel all that special, and itâs not like youâre rare or any more or less capable than the next person. As it stands, you can see at least a dozen other moons jangling from bracelets, waiting to board the same plane you are.
There are also necklaces, tattoos, and other ways to display a designation scattered around the waiting area. The how of it is mostly regional, sometimes generational. The Beta standing behind you in the queue has a teardrop earring dangling from their left ear, and if it werenât for the pheromone blockers you took this morning, you might be able to smell their unique scent.
You also have your own smell, a scent that is just you. Youâve been told itâs a sweet, citrusy bouquet like lemonade on a hot summer afternoon. However, also thanks to the blockers, it remains suppressed to the point someone would have to make you bleed or press their nose so firmly against your throat it hurts to smell it.
There really is only one thing that a lot of people are envious of when it comes to an Omegaâs designation, and that is that they supposedly have an Alpha true mate out there somewhere that will call to their baser nature. Itâs such a rare phenomenon these days that it might as well be part of the legends of old, too.
The bottom line is that no one cares about subgenders anymore; it doesn't matter whether your charm is the Omega crescent, the teardrop of a Beta, or the triskelion denoting an Alpha. In fact, youâre pretty sure you could ask the Beta for their earring and offer them your charm bracelet and no one would bat an eye over it.
Though youâd never do that, considering the chain around your wrist isnât technically yours. The night after you presented as Omega, when you snuck away with Hayun to lay on a blanket under the stars and moon that was so like the charm hanging from your twin bracelets, you giggled as you exchanged them. Her tiny fingers trembled against your wrist as she secured her silver chain around it. You did the same with your own around hers a second later.
It was that night that you both swore always to be friends. No matter what happened in life or where either of you ended up, you would always remain true to one another. So far, your friendship has been unfailing, a constant thread of comfort and light for you both. No matter how long itâs been, the charm still smells faintly of your best friendâa perk of the charms themselves, holding a token essence of their owners. Hers holds a soft lilac and jasmine scent that youâve always thought complimented your own citrus notes.
The flight attendant scanning boarding passes beckoning you forward breaks you out of your internal reflections. With a full heart and giddy anticipation curling in your belly, you find your seat and settle in.
Itâs a long flight, longer than most flights youâve taken. But when you finally walk off the plane, make it through customs and immigration, and finally empty into the arrivals terminal of the Incheon Airport, you feel immediate relief, and the hours spent in the air donât seem so bad.
âHey, over here!â a familiar voice calls out, catching your attention.
You spin on your heel, confusion setting in for just a moment before itâs replaced by another wave of relief and a little of something warmer. Taehyung, Hayunâs adopted brother, swamps you in a giant bear hug that quite literally sweeps you off of your feet.
âWow, hey. This is a surprise. What are you doing here? Whereâs Hayun?â
Taehyung scrunches up his face, letting out a small scoff. âItâs a good surprise, I hope. Something came up, and she had to meet with the wedding planner and caterer at the last minute. She called me and asked if I could pick you up.â
âOh, okay. Yeah,â you confirm with a smile. âGood surprise.â
Itâs no secret that youâve always been fond of Taehyung. As a baby, you were toddling around with him long before his family adopted Hayun. She ended up being the sister you never knew you needed, even if you were a few years older.
When she moved to Seoul for work, Taehyung ended up being the physical representation that took her place. He flew out a week before you to help her with planning and will stay for a few weeks after youâve already headed back home. They may have had their differences over the years, but their sibling bond is stronger than petty arguments and rivalries.
âReady to get on the road? Itâs a long drive.â
Hours later, with the rolling countryside and farms dotting the horizon, you discover the fiasco inside your backpack. The bottle of pheromone blockers you packed this morning somehow got shuffled to the bottom of your bag and popped open. The once-powder-filled capsules litter the bottom of your bag, broken open. Pale blue powder coats your things, the mild flower smell of the medicine lingering in the air.
âFucking hell,â you groan. âAny chance thereâs a clinic somewhere between here and where weâre going?â
âUnfortunately, no.â He frowns, drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, making the triskelion signet ring on his index finger glitter in the mid-day sun. âWeâd probably have to turn around and head nearly three hours back to get anywhere near a clinic with blockers. I'm told most people donât use them anymore these days here. Maybe another one of the wedding party might have some you could borrow if you really need them. But, honestly, I donât see anyone minding if you donât use them.â
âMost people here donât use them anymore?â
âWell, yeah, with the progression of equality and things like that. Theyâre so great here, way more progressive than back home. Itâs very common for Omegas to go off of blockers or never even begin them. Laws have been implemented to punish Alphas who canât control themselves. The responsibility of remaining safe shouldnât be solely set on the shoulders of the Omega population.â
Talk like that has only recently become popular back home. Youâve heard the speeches and followed the media and the sources, but you suppose after nearly half of your life taking blockers, it just comes naturally to continue to do so.
âHm, yeah, okay. I guess itâs no big deal, really. As long as youâre sure people wonât mind?â
Taehyung sniffs the air, his nose twitching. âI think you smell great, but just in case not everyone does, if someone says something, then Iâll personally drive all the way back to the city and pick you up some,â Taehyung promises, giving you one of his swoon-worthy smiles.
The crush you once upon a time had on Taehyung threatens to spark anew at the sight of his charming, boxy grinâa grin you would have once done anything to pull from him. But now, it just fills you with warmth and a homey comfort.
You give him a smile of your own. âDeal.â
âHayun!â
Her squeal of delight when she turns around and catches sight of you echoes through the open space of the dimly lit bar of the bed and breakfast where the wedding is taking place.
Itâs a cozy space with rich dark wood accents and royal blue velvet upholstery. Brass gas lamps and light fixtures give the entire lounge an upscale and chic atmosphere that you know is right up Hayunâs alley.
The few hours you had between checking in at the bed and breakfast and meeting Hayun for her very smallâjust you and one other personâbachelorette party were spent familiarizing yourself with the grounds.
The ceremony will take place in one of the lavish gardens, and the reception will follow in one of the grand dining halls. For a bed and breakfast, itâs far fancier than any youâve ever been to. It definitely does not have the mom-and-pop feel that you typically associate with the term âB&Bâ.
âYouâre here!â she shrills, throwing her arms around your neck.
Her petite form fits just like it always has against yours. Thick black hair, shorter than the last time you saw it, curls around the rounded lines of her cheeks, and her brown eyes are bright and glisten with happy tears. With her bubbly personality and small, wispy frame, she's always reminded you of a fairy.
You sigh, taking a deep breath and savoring your best friend's soft, floral scent. Thanks to the bracelet tinkling around her wrist, it holds the smallest undercurrent of your sweet citrus. Clearly, sheâs not taking blockers; the scents are heavy and delightful. âIâve missed you so much.â
Hayun sucks in a deep breath that mirrors yours. âWow, babe, you smell good! Finally gone off the blockers, huh?â
âUh, kind of,â you chuckle, untangling yourself from her arms. âI brought some, but they broke open in my bag at some point.â You shrug. âTae said it shouldnât be that big of a deal.â
âOh, itâs not. Absolutely not,â Hayun agrees, grinning broadly. âIâve been off them for years and havenât had a single issue. Come on, letâs have a drink and catch up!â
You settle in at a table, and itâs not long before Eunseo, Hayunâs other guest, joins you. Youâve heard a lot about Eunseo. Much the same way Taehyung took the place of Hayun for you, Eunseo took your place for Hayun. You half expect to feel some sort of friendship jealousy upon meeting Eunseo for the first time, but it doesnât come. If anything, youâre immediately fond of the young woman.
The evening carries on, Hayun and Eunseo regaling you with tales from working together and their various adventures around Seoul. Eunseo shows genuine interest in your life back home, seeming eager to hear stories of Hayunâs childhood. She shows a particular interest in Taehyung, asking you in no certain terms more than you think is appropriate to share.
âBut youâve seen it, right?â Eunseo asks. Her elbows rest on the table, and her chin is nestled on her clasped hands, her eyes wide and glassy from the countless glasses of wine sheâs had. âI bet itâs huge. Am I right?â
âUgh,â Hayun groans. âCan we not talk about my brotherâs dick. Please.â She makes a gagging sound before slurping down the rest of her cocktail and flagging down a passing waiter for another.
You try to wave off the waiter, but heâs turned toward the bar before you can get his attention. If Hayun has much more to drink, youâre not sure sheâll be able to walk down the aisle tomorrow unassisted.
âIâm just curious. Itâs a harmless question,â Eunseo pouts. âIgnore her. Tell me. I just have to know.â
You swirl the straw around in your glass of water before giving Eunseo what you hope is a conspiratorial look. âWellââ
âWhat?! Ew. Are you really about to answer her? Please, dear god, do not tell me you have seen my brotherâs penis. If youâve seen itâfuck, I might actually puke.â
As much as you probably shouldnât, you laugh, which earns further protests and obscene noises from Hayun.
âBefore you interrupted me, I was going to say that maybe Eunseo should ask him herself.â
Hayun howls a protest, sloshing her new cocktail onto the table as she gesticulates a crude hand gesture in your direction. âDo not. I repeat, do not do that, Eunseo!â
The conversation peters off, Hayun losing herself in another cocktail while Eunseo stares dreamily up at the ceiling.
âI thinkâhiccupâit's bedtime,â Eunseo slurs.
As if right on cue, a familiar face peeks through the entrance to the lounge. You wave Taehyung down, and he comes jogging across the space to your table. His shirt is rumpled with the top few buttons undone, but his eyes are clear, and you know heâll be a perfect gentleman.
âAre you sure?â you ask him, pitching your voice low.
âI got this, donât worry. We finished up a few hours ago anyway.â
Taehyung gives you a warm, private smile before turning to Eunseo. âHey there, beautiful. Letâs get you on to bed, okay?â
âWhereâs my savior?â Hayun asks, frowning after her brother escorting Eunseo from the lounge and back through the front lobby.
âRight here,â you tell her, sliding out of your chair and coming around to her side of the table. âCome on, letâs go.â
It takes you more than twice as long as it usually would to get to Hayunâs room. She leans against the wall in the hall as you dig through her pockets in search of her room key. Once you find it tucked between a few stray bills and her ID, you usher her into the room and deposit her onto the bed.
Her fiance has a room on the other side of the grounds, but after the ceremony, they will both be moving into one of the coupleâs suites for the night before jet-setting off to Jeju Island for their week-long honeymoon.
âAm I doing the right thing?â
Hayunâs question catches you off guard. You throw a confused look at her over your shoulder as you rummage through her suitcase in search of something for her to sleep in.
âWhat?â
She sighs as she rolls over, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed so she can look at you upside down. âMarrying Jungkook. Itâs a mistakeâŚso why am I doing it?â
âHayunâŚwhat are you talking about? Jungkook is perfect for you. You guys have been dating for five years, and you told me youâve never been happier. Whereâs the mistake in that?â
The sound Hayun makes is akin to something a wounded animal might make. She flops, flailing her arms and legs like a child throwing a fit.
âThatâs the thing, though! Iâm happy, but I donât love him. Oh god,â she cries. âI donât love him.â
âHey, hey now.â You abandon the search for sleeping clothes and crawl across the floor until youâre kneeling beside the bed. Smoothing your hand across her forehead, you ask, âWhere is all this coming from?â
âHe thinks Iâm his true mate,â she whispers. The tears leaking from her eyes slide up her face, wetting the edges of her eyebrows before sliding over her forehead and disappearing into her hair. âBut I know heâs not mine.â
âWhâwait, what?â You push up from the floor and move onto the bed, gathering your best friendâs head into your lap so sheâs no longer hanging upside down off the side of the bed.
She hiccups a sob, lips trembling as she explains, âHe says Iâm his true mate, that he knows because of my scent. But he doesnât smell special to meâŚhow is that possible?â
âHayun, I donâtââ
âI cheated on him,â she whimpers in confession, cutting off what were going to be your soothing words of affirmation. They sour on your tongue, refusing to be released now.
Your stomach churns at her admittance. âYou what?â
âYou have every right to judge me. Iâm a terrible person. But, when he told me I was his true mateâŚI panicked. I had to be sure I wasnât broken, that me not finding his scent special wasnât just something wrong with me.â Hayun blinks rapidly, trying to clear the tears as they begin to come in earnest. She clutches at the front of her shirt, hand fisting over her heart. âSo, I slept with two Alphas that I work with to see if it was any different. I had to be sure. I had to know.â
âHayun, I-I-I donâtâŚIâm notââ
âIâm such a fucking mess,â she sobs, curling in on you and pressing her face against your stomach. âI donât deserve him. I only said yes to marrying him because I donât want to be alone forever. I canât be like you. I need someone.â
Her words sting, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You watch as she falls apart in your lap, ultimately giving in to her grief. Itâs on the tip of your tongue to call her out on her childish behavior, to set the record straight about your own love life, and to leave her to her wallowing. ButâŚthe shaking of her shoulders and soft whines from her remind you so much of a younger and more fragile Hayunâthe Hayun of your shared childhoods.
âShh, itâs okay. Itâs going to be okay.â No matter how you might feel about her actions and the hurtful words sheâs spilled, you hate to see your best friend so distraught and broken. âHey, look at me.â
You wait until her watery eyes peel away from your shirt and meet yours. âTell me you hate me; itâs okay.â
âHayun, I donât hate you. I could never hate you. You madeâŚa mistake, thatâs all. You were trying to figure things out. ButâŚHayun, youâŚyou have to tell him.â
She frowns up at you, her expression sobering. âTell him?â
âHeâs about to marry you, Hayun. Thatâs a big freaking dealâŚyou have to tell him tomorrow morning before anything else happens.â
The laugh that bubbles from her lips is anything but humorous. âI-I canât do that! Heâll hate me. Heâll call the wedding off!â She shoves out of your lap and stares at you like youâve lost your mind.
âIf Jungkook truly loves you and says youâre his true mate, I donât see that happening. But, he deserves to know. You have to know that. Either you tell him now, or he finds out years from now, and then itâll be so much worse,â you try to reason with her.
âHe doesnât have to know!â she whisper-yells, her tears turning from sad to angry in an instant.
You shake your head, unable to believe what youâre hearing from her. âThis isnât right, Hayun. You canât go into a marriage with someone with secrets like that!â
âItâs not like itâll happen again. Iâm not going to cheat on him while weâre married. Please,â she begs, her face once more softening into saddened anguish. âI donât want to lose him.â
âHe deserves to know, Hayun,â you whisper, remembering your own keen sting of betrayal from many years ago. There is a reason you donât date much. âYou say it wonât happen again?â you ask, trying to buy yourself some time to process everything Hayun just told you.
Her silence is deafening, and you think sheâs about to not answer you the way you hope, but, finally, she murmurs, âNo. Never. I swear it.â
âOkay. Okay, good. But, he still needs to know.â
Just because youâve never actually met Jungkook, it doesnât mean you donât care for him. Heâs the one who puts a smile on Hayunâs face when you canât. Heâs the reason sheâs as happy as she isâŚor has been? Now, youâre not so sure. But, what you are certain about is that Hayun is far too drunk right now to know up from down and is just having a moment of raw vulnerability.
âAre you going to tell him?â she asks, voice a hoarse whisper.
You chew your bottom lip for a moment before slowly shaking your head. Thinking about it, even if you didnât care for Jungkook, he still deserves to know on pure principle. âNo. I wonât tell him.â She lets out a soft sigh of relief, which has you tacking on, âBecause itâs not my place to tell him, itâs yours.â
âYeah,â she mumbles. âOkay.â She doesnât say anything more beyond that, falling into a listless stupor, all of her energy sapped from the quick argument and endless cocktails from the bar.
After you wrestle her out of her clothes and put on a long nightgown, she tucks easily into bed. You leave a glass of water on the bedside table for her, then exit the room and head to your own.
A pang of uncertainty refuses to quell in the pit of your stomach. You toss and turn most of the night, falling into a fitful sleep just before the sun begins to kiss the horizon. Itâs going to be a long dayâŚa battle of wills you never saw coming.
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Jungkook
Today is the big day, and Jungkook couldnât be happier. Nothing could possibly bring him down from the high heâs feeling. Not even the fact that he is unable to find the cufflinks that were passed down to him by his father.
âDid you check the pockets of all your pants?â Jimin, Jungkookâs best friend, asks from where heâs lounging in one of the chairs on the other side of Jungkookâs hotel room.
âYes,â he mutters, dumping his entire suitcase onto the bed to rifle through it once again. âI remember putting them with the pile of Hayunâsâoh fuck.â
âThatâs great,â Taehyung sighs. âSo my sister probably has them.â He checks his watch. âWe donât really have time to go on a scavenger hunt through her room. Jimin and I are supposed to meet the photographer to get started on some of the bride and groomsmen shots.â
Jungkook purses his lips and rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks of a solution. âIâd go look myself, but what if I run into Hayun between here and there? She specifically requested that we not see each other until the ceremony.â
Taehyung hums lightly. âI think I have an idea. The other girls donât meet for pictures until after weâre done. SoâŚyeahâŚokayâŚdone,â he murmurs, tapping away at his phone screen. âIf theyâre in Hayunâs things, theyâll be delivered to you soon.â
âThanks, Taehyung, youâre a lifesaver.â
Minutes later, Jungkook finds himself alone, Taehyung and Jimin having gone to meet with the photographer. Somewhere out there, beyond the confines of his room, his fiancee is probably smiling and laughing as she poses in front of the camera. If only Jungkook could see through walls. Heâd give anything for even just a little glimpse of his bride-to-be.
When Jungkook first met Hayun almost six years ago, he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to track her scent. The meeting he was heading for was instantly forgotten, replaced by a visceral need to discover the source of that titillating aroma that had his hindbrain firing on all cylinders.
Never before had Jungkook experienced something soâŚprimal. It was both alarming and utterly fascinating. Amongst the harsh scents of car exhaust and the warm notes of roasted coffee, Jungkook wove his way through the crowd on the sidewalk to the doors of a little cafe; Hayun was inside, ordering a matcha tea to-go, and the rest was history.
Jungkook sighs, forcing himself to stop daydreaming and fiddling with his shirt's empty cuffs and focus on putting together the rest of his suit.
The scent hits Jungkook a moment before the sound of a soft knock reaches his ears. Heâs standing in the ensuite bathroom, mid-skin care routine. Wiping his wet fingers off onto a towel, he draws in a deep breath to confirm the aroma wafting to him from beyond the door of his room.
A roguish smirk quirks up one side of his mouth as he exits the bathroom and moves across the room. Unable to help himself, he opens the door. âHayun,â he chuckles, fingers wrapping around the doorknob, âI thought we agreed that youâŚyou are not Hayun.â The words tumble from his suddenly numb lips, rasping past his too-dry tongue.
âUmm, no. Not Hayun, sorry. Youâre Jungkook?â
The woman standing before him is clearly not his fiancee. The womanâs purple gown is familiar, Jungkook knowing itâs what Hayun chose for her attending party. Youâre a friend of Hayun, clearly, yet you smell exactly like HayunâŚif Hayun smelled like Hayun times a thousand. The fragrance slams into his olfactory system, and the edges of his vision grow blurry a moment before he shakes his head and steadies himself with a hand on the doorjamb.
âYeah,â he whispers, voice raspy with his suddenly dry throat. Revelations pounding him right between the eyes, washing through his body and keying right into his most basic of instincts.
Jungkook watches as your nostrils flare, and he knows itâs in that moment that you register his cedar and lavadin scent; the scent that marks him for whatâwhoâhe is.
âJungkook,â you repeat his name, and he wants to howl with delight at how it sounds coming from your lips. âNo. You canâtâŚitâs notââ your voice cuts off a second before you drop the small, black leather box you were holding and turn, disappearing in a flash of violet tulle and silk.
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âStop! Wait, please!â The shout of your name follows you down the hall, but youâre too focused on getting as far away from him and the feelings threatening to overwhelm you as you can.
âNo, no, no,â you chant under your breath as you move as swiftly as the slippered feet will allow you to go without tripping yourself up.
Itâs clearly not fast enough. It only takes a few frantic beats of your heart before a firm grip on your elbow draws you to a stumbling halt. The touch is electric, and your skin flushes with goosebumps at the heated contact.
âDonât run,â Jungkook pants. âPlease.â
You wretch your arm from his grip and whirl on him, a sharp remark ready on the tip of your tongue. Only, it dies there, never to be uttered, as your heart thumps violently in response to the look on his faceâpure anguish.
Your voice is thread-thin as you finally manage to get words out, âThis canât be happening.â
Jungkookâs brow twitches, his lips tucked between his teeth. His emotions are stark on his face, and the conflict is raw and bare to you. Clearly, heâs warring the same as you, maybe even more so.
âWhy do you smell like Hayun?â he asks, his voice soft in contrast to the raging storm you see in his eyes. âWhy do you smell more like my true mate than she even does? Is this some wicked, cruel prank?â
You shake your head, intentionally drawing a breath through your mouth in hopes of saving your nose from another assault of his perfect scent. But, instead, his flavor laces over your tongue and slides down your throat to sit like a knot in your belly. You might as well have licked a stripe up his neck for all the good that did.
âI-I donât know,â you choke out, trying to keep the pool of saliva under your tongue from dripping down your chin.
Jungkook steps closer to you, leading with his nose. He sniffs the air around you and something must not sit well with what he discovers because he rears back and bares his teeth. âOf course,â he mutters as his eyes drop to your left wrist.
Your eyes track his movement as he scoops up your wrist in a loose grip, and you realize itâs the bracelet there that has his attention. Everything clicks into place, and you feel like the faintest breeze could sweep you away with how lightheaded youâre feeling at this moment.
âWe traded,â you whisper as if speaking low enough means the admission wonât utterly destroy the world as you know it.
âSheâs not my true mate,â he states, voice as low as yours, fevered and quiet. âYou are.â
Those words punch you in the chest, nearly taking you to your knees. If it werenât for the hold Jungkook has on your wrist, youâre sure youâd be in a heap on the floor. As it is, he catches his other arm around your waist as you sway on the spot.
âY-you shouldnât.â Your protest is stilted, the words feeling robotic and unnatural as you gingerly press a hand against the arm thatâs angled around your ribs. It was your intention to push his touch away, but the most you accomplish is flexing your fingers against the smooth cotton covering his thick bicep.
Somehow, you find yourself back in the room you had fled from just a few minutes ago. Jungkook settled you on the bed and is now pressing a chilled water bottle into your hands.
He kneels before you, headless of putting wrinkles in his black dress slacks. Heâs wearing a thin white undershirt, his starched white button-up undone over it. The cuffs of the sleeves flop as he brings his hands into his lap and picks at the edges of his thumbnails.
Your eyes rove the room, catching on the black leather box still sitting on the floor by the door where you dropped it. Inside the box is nestled a pair of golden cufflinksâa pair you now understand have been passed down through the generations of Jeon men.
Absently, you press your thumb to your phone, unlocking it to reveal the text message that has irrevocably changed your life forever.
If you had known Taehyungâs text message requesting help would have led you to where you are right now, youâd probably have ignored it.
Yet, at the same time, if you had, youâd probably have had this revelation with Jungkook in the middle of the ceremony, and it would have caused all sorts of untoward chaos. No, itâs far better that itâs happening now instead of later. Maybe you can get ahead of this and fix it somehow. ThoughâŚ
âHey? You okay?â Jungkook interrupts your thoughts. âFuck, thatâs a stupid question. Sorry.â
âHuh? Oh. UmmâŚyeah. I donâtâwhat do we do now?â You turn your phone over, finger ghosting over the power button to lock the screen once more.
Jungkook sighs, and you canât help watching the rise and fall of his shoulders, framing the swell of his defined chest with the action. Heâs an exquisite specimen of masculinity, and even if it werenât for the musky notes of his scent that mark him as your true mate, youâd find him devastatingly attractive.
âWe need to tell Hayun. I c-canâtâŚI canât marry her. Not when Iâve foundââ he cuts off, wincing as his voice breaks. âI should go and find her. Now, before this can go any further. Iâm sorry. Iâll, uh, Iâll find you later, okay?â
âWait,â you call after him. He stops halfway to the door and glances back at you over his shoulder. âShouldnât we tell her together?â
Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek a moment, his eyes flicking over your face as he thinks through your suggestion. Slowly, he nods. âYeah, maybe thatâs for the best.â
There is palpable tension between you and Jungkook as you follow behind him out of the main building. He texted Jimin, knowing heâd be the most reliable with his phone on him, asking where the photos were currently taking place.
It only took a few minutes for Jimin to respond that they were almost finished but were currently capturing some group shots on the walking path by the lake on the backside of the property.
Youâre vaguely aware of where the lake is located, having given the map of the grounds that was posted on the backside of your roomâs door a cursory look the day you arrived. Itâs a relatively short distance, yet it feels like miles with the weight of pure dread sitting firmly on your shoulders.
At least itâs not a feeling youâre experiencing alone. Jungkook is right there with you, and you can clearly see the unease in the stiff way his body moves. The tips of his fingers twitch back in your direction every few steps like heâs fighting off the urge to slip them between your own.
The first person you catch sight of is Yoona, the photographer. Sheâs squatting in the grass, her large DSLR camera held up to her face, as she captures candid moments of Hayun, Taehyung, and Jimin repositioning themselves along the lake's edge.
Your heart squeezes hard at how beautiful Hayun is in her form-fitting silk ivory, off-the-shoulder wedding gown, the lacy bell sleeves fluttering around her hands. Her head is thrown back, the peel of her carefree laughter carrying to you and further crumbling your soul into a million pieces. You ache, not just for the desire to draw closer to your true mate, but for the inevitable aftermath of what is about to happen.
Taehyung is the first to notice you and Jungkook. The smile on his face slowly disappears, replaced by a concerned frown. Hayun catches his expression and follows his line of sight. Her gaze sears into you, and you feel like you might combust into a cloud of ash at any second with the irritation contained in her pretty brown eyes.
âWhatâs going on?â Hayun exclaims, throwing her hands up in a frustrated manner as she stalks towards you and Jungkook. âItâs not time for your photos yet,â she tells you before her eyes swing to Jungkook. âWhat happened to not seeing me before the wedding? That was your rule!â
âHayun, we need to talk.â
âTalk about whââ she cuts off, her question turning into a gasp. Your wide eyes flick to you. âYou told him?â
âWhat? No!â
Your protest rings out at the same time that Jungkook says, âSheâs my true mate.â
A breeze kicks up, sweeping from behind you and tossing errant strands of hair across Hayunâs forehead. Youâd give anything for the power to pluck the wind from the air, shove it backâŚkeep it from showering her with yours and Jungkookâs combined scentsâa blatant confirmation echoing the words Jungkook just let loose.
Hayun stiffens. Her jaw goes rigid, and her face pales as her nostrils flare. Itâs a moment that will be forever written across the band of your friendship. Betrayal flashes through her eyes before morphing into something akin to somber resignation.
âHayun,â Jungkook begins. âI donâtâwe didnâtâŚIâm sorry. What do we do?â He spreads his hands out in front of himself in a helpless manner.
By this time, Jimin and Taehyung have come up from behind Hayun, faces wary as they take in the scene with growing clarity. You look to Taehyung, hoping he can see the silent plea in your eyes.
âExplain,â Hayun says simply. Despite how collected she seems, you can see the subtle tremble in her hands and the way the muscles in her neck continue to flex and strain as she clenches and grinds her teeth.
Jungkook launches into recounting the events that brought you to his room and broke the proverbial dam. âWeâwe had no idea. I swear this is the first time weâve ever met, and gods, the braceletsâŚâ Jungkook trails off, a pained sound rumbling from his chest.
âIs this a joke?â Taehyung asks accusingly, and itâs like a barb to your heart.
âWe wouldnât do that.â Your croaked statement draws Hayunâs attention.
Hayun sniffles, her chin jerking a little higher into the air. âMy nose tells me one thing, but my heart tells me another. Did you know about this last night? Is that why you pushed so hard for me to tell him?â The last part is whispered, meant only for you, which hurts even more.
âHayun, no! You know thatâs impossible. I couldnât have known.â
âTell me what?â Jungkook asks, having heard despite her whisper, his eyes swiveling between you and Hayun.
You shake your head at him, not wanting to throw further fuel on the fire. âHayun, please, believe me.â
A pregnant moment full of thick tension passes before it fizzles, and Hayun shakes her head, not in a dismissive fashion but in gentle acceptance. âI believe you,â she tells you. âI guessâŚI guess there wonât be a wedding in four hours unless you two wantâŚâ She trails off, a bittersweet smile tugging at her cherry red painted lips.
Jungkook blanches, wide eyes landing on you. âWhat? Us? No. I mean, sorryâŚbutââ
Hayun holds up her hand, quelling Jungkookâs flustered response. âI was teasing, Koo, trying to lighten the mood. Um,â she pauses, absently twisting the diamond engagement ring around her finger before slowly slipping it off and closing a fist around it. âCan we talk, though? Thereâs something I needed to tell you today anyway.â
âOkay,â Jungkook says wearily.
âTae, do you mindâŚ?â Hayun asks, not even having to fill in the blanks. Her brother instantly steps into his role as protector and savior.
âDonât worry about anything. Iâll make some phone calls,â Taehyung assures her before grabbing Jiminâs arm and starting back down the walking path.
âIâll justââ you thumb over your shoulder in the direction Tae and Jimin just disappeared in ââbe in my room.â
âWait,â Hayun calls, pulling your retreat up short. âCome here.â She opens her arms, her hands opening and closing in grabby motions. âPlease.â
A sob cracks from your throat as you throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. âIâm so sorry, Hayun. Iâm so sorry.â
âHush. None of that. This isnât anything we could have predicted or stopped from happening. If anything, maybe this is lifeâs way of getting back at me for what I did to him,â she whispers in your ear. âThis is how itâs meant to be.â
Hayun smoothes a hand over your back and releases you. She steps back, using the back of a finger to lift the tears from your cheeks, and gives you a watery smile.
Youâre not sure you can speak without completely losing yourself, so you just give her a tight nod and continue back on your way down the path. A part of you wants to hear what she has to say to Jungkook, to be there to soothe any hurts or achesâŚwhich is a startling realization that youâd not just tend to Hayun but to Jungkook, too. That internal, visceral part of you yearns to turn on your heel andâŚprotect whatâs yours.
Itâs an odd revelation to think of Jungkook as yours. Well, yours unless either of you reject the bond. Though, that thought makes your stomach pitch and roil. You have to trail a hand along the wall in the hall leading to your room to keep yourself from curling over your abdomen at just the idea.
Once back in your room, youâre unsure what to do with yourself, so you absently start to gather your belongings and pack them up. Every few minutes, you find yourself pausing to stare at the door, ears pricking at the slightest sound from beyond it.
Youâre not sure what youâre expecting. Whether itâs Hayun coming to your room so the two of you can cry together or Jungkook coming to claim yâuh, you shove that thought aside quickly because now is not the time. At. All.
The time for the wedding comes and passes without a single knock on your door nor a text or call on your phone. Youâre tempted to go looking. For what, youâre not entirely sureâan answer, maybe, some sort of direction on what you should do now.
Finally, after hours of sitting in silence with just your thoughts for company, a soft knock sounds at your door. The long hem of your dress nearly trips you up in your haste to make it to the door. It swings open, and for some reason, your stomach drops, the flutter of disappointment heavy and unexpected.
âHey, beautiful,â Taehyung says, his voice soft and full of emotion. âMind if I come in?âÂ
His necktie is loose, and the top button of his dress shirt is undone. There is a tension in his eyes that wasnât there earlier. It makes your chest ache.
âSure,â you say, stepping back and letting him into your room.
Taehyung sighs, perches on the end of your bed, and props his elbows on his knees. His chin rests on an upturned fist, his other hand dangling between his legs, clutching his phone.
He opens his mouth, a single word the only thing coming out, âSo.â
âSo,â you parrot.
âHayun wants me to take her homeâŚalone. Iâm not sure what all she and Jungkook talked about, but I think theyâre at least amicable in agreeing that it would be best if he gave her a few days at home alone before they start the process of separating their lives.â Youâre not sure if the bitter tinge in your chest is hurt because Hayun isnât the one telling you this or because now you have to find your own way to the airport. As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung continues, âI can be back in two days, maybe sooner, depending on traffic. Perhaps theyâll let you extend your stay. If not, I can talk to Jiminââ
âNo, Tae, itâs okay. Iâll figure something out. Donât worry about me. Just take care of Hayun, make sure sheâs okay...as okay as she can be, at least. Fuck.â The last word comes out choked, and you gnash your teeth on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting the angry tears out. You have no right to be angry. Hell, youâre not even sure why youâre angry. It just seems like the easiest emotion to feel right now, the only one that doesnât leave you feeling like your world is slowly imploding.
âHey,â Taehyung says, bringing one of his big hands up to cup the side of your face. His thumb prods at the swell of your cheek, causing you to release the tension in your jaw. âHayun isnât the only one Iâm worried about here.â
âIâm fineâI will be fine,â you amend. âI promise. I think Iâm just feeling overwhelmed. Iâm mad at myself for ruining Hayunâs big day. I canât believe this is happening at all. ThisâŚthis just doesnât happen. This is the kind of shit you read about in books, itâs not supposed to be real life.â
And there it is, you surmiseâthe truth of the matter. None of whatâs happened makes sense. It honestly belongs on the pages of a book or in a movie script, not in your real life. It still feels surreal. If it werenât for the subtle, lingering ache you instinctively know is associated with finding your true mate but not allowing yourself to fully accept it, youâd think this was all some elaborate party trick or impractical joke.
Taehyung smiles at you, but the unease in his eyes canât be masked that easily. âIâm not sure what to say or what to do. Youâre right. This isnât a situation I think anyone was prepared for or ever thought possible, actually. But, here we areâŚand we have to face it the best way we can.â He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. âI'll tell you what: Iâll text Jiminâheâs a good guy, I think youâll enjoy his companyâand ask him to meet you in the lounge. Have a few drinks, wind down, and try to relax as best you can.â
âSure,â you say lamely, trying to muster up at least a little bit of enthusiasm.
âThatâs my girl.â Taehyung offers you another smile, this one not so tense. âHere, I have something for you.â He fishes into his pant pocket and produces a familiar thin silver chain, a tiny crescent moon dangling near one end.
The sight has your spine straightening. âRight, of course.â You quickly thumb open the clasp on the bracelet around your wrist, letting it fall from your skin for the first time since you put it on when Hayun gave it to you all those years ago. It never felt right to take it offâŚnot until now.
Taehyung helps you swap the bracelet with the one in his hand. The metal feels cold against your skin and you immediately miss the subtle fragrance of Hayunâs scent clinging to your wrist. Though, you suppose thatâs what has gotten you both into this mess to begin with. Taehyung explains in soft words how Jungkook explained to Hayun about the scent mix-up with the braceletsâsuch a silly, seemingly insignificant thingâŚthe catalyst to spark such a colossal moment.
âIâm going to get on the road with Hayun, but Iâll call you as soon as we get to her place and check in on you, okay?â
Sitting at the bar with Jungkookâs best friend seemed like a good idea when Taehyung first presented it to you. But, at the time, you werenât connecting the dots that Jimin was Jungkookâs best friend. He was just Jimin, the guy that just so happened also to be part of the wedding party that you had met in passing briefly, but he seemed like a good enough person. Now, however, you feel all the awkward tension radiating right between your shoulder blades, emphasized by the silence lingering between the two of you.
You traded in your lilac dress for jeans and a light silk blouse, canvas slip-ons in place of your slippers, yet no matter how comfortable you know your clothing is, you canât shake the prickling discomfort eating away at the back of your neck.
âWant another?â Jimin asks, nodding to your mostly watered-down rum and coke. Itâs barely late afternoon, and as much as Taehyungâs suggestion of a drink sounded like just what you needed, youâve found yourself not in the mood to drink after all.
âUm, nah. Iâm okay, thanks.â
âCool. Okay. Iâll be right back.â Jimin drums his fingers on the tabletop and pops his lips before giving you a slight head nod and pushing up from his chair.
You watch as he saunters to the long bar, his crescent moon tattoo on the nape of his neck peeking out from the top of his collar, and props his elbows onto the shiny top. His smile is flirty and casual as the bartender, a beautiful woman with long, inky tresses and fiery red lipstick, sidles up in front of him.
Theyâre too far away for you to hear their conversation, but her tinkling laughter carries across the space, and you know it might be a while before Jimin returns to your table.
Which youâre okay with. Considering you know youâre not exactly pleasant company right now, you donât blame him one bit. You glance down at your phone, once again reading the last text message Hayun sent you not too long ago.
Eunseo stopped by the lounge around the same time Jimin showed up. If her smile and lingering hug were any indicator, she clearly had a thing for him. She gave you a small wave goodbye before giving Jimin another hug and heading out. Apparently, she was going to follow Taehyung and Hayun back to Hayun and Jungkookâs place to help Hayun with whatever she needed over the next few days.
Does it hurt that your best friend is relying on someone else, her new best friend? Yes. Do you also understand why? Also, yes, but that doesnât make the sting hurt any less.
Youâre just about to give up and retreat back to your room, which the front desk still hasnât given you a definitive answer about whether or not your stay can be extended while you wait for Tae, when a shadow falls across your table a second before.
âDo you mind if I sit?â Jungkook asks in a low voice.
He fidgets, threading and unthreading his fingers together while he waits for your answer. The suit he had half on earlier is gone, and in its place is a dark pair of jeans, the knees worn fashionably, and an oversized white graphic t-shirt. Black sneakers peek out from the rounded bottoms of his pant legs.
You clear your throat, forcing your eyes away from his and instead on the glass sitting in a puddle of condensation on the table before you. âOh, Iâuh, I was actually about to go. Youâre welcome to the table, though. Jimin wasââ You cut off, realizing Jimin is no longer in the lounge at all. âWell, he was here,â you add with a frown.
Jungkook scratches a hand across the back of his neck and gives you a hesitant smile. âYeah, he texted me. He wentâŚwell, that doesnât matter. Could we, umâŚcan we talk?â
âYes.â The response is out of your mouth before he even finishes asking. âPlease, I think Iâd like that,â you say, nodding toward the open seat across from you.
A shaky breath rattles from Jungkook as he eases into the empty seat. âHave you talked to Hayun at all?â he asks after a momentâs hesitation.
âA text message, but thatâs all. Iâm not sure she wants to talk to me right now.â Needing something to do with your hands, you trace a finger along the edge of the water pooled around the bottom of your glass and use your other to poke more drops on the side of your cup, making them race down to join the growing puddle.
Jungkook nods, his lips pursing thoughtfully. âShe told me what happened last night. Her confession.â That draws your attention back to him, and you wait, fingers still on the glass, intent on hearing what he says next. âI thought Iâd be angrier finding out the woman Iâve been with for yearsâthe woman I was hours away from marryingâhad cheated on meâŚbut Iâm not. For the life of me, Iâm not mad at herâŚeven though I know I should be.â
âHow do you feel?â
Maybe itâs none of your business, but you have to ask.
Blowing out a breath, Jungkook slides one of his hands across the table and, giving you plenty of time to protest or pull away, slowly slides his fingers between yours, effectively joining his hand with yours. Itâs the first time hand-holding has felt so intimate yet wholly innocent.
âRelieved, I think,â he finally says. âGrateful, maybe? Hayun was hurt. As she has every right to be, but she said she also felt relief, too. I think, as much as she said she loved me, she was still holding back even in the end.â With a rueful shake of his head, he tacks on, âWe were just a disaster waiting to happen, held together only by the thin chain of a bracelet. We would have shattered eventually.â
Jungkookâs eyes drop to where your fingers are entwined with his, trailing up to your wrist to land on the object he just spoke of.
âIâm relieved, too,â you whisper. Your eyes meet his as he glances up, and youâre instantly captivated.
This is the first time youâve allowed yourself to really study Jungkook. His hair is tousled like heâd been running his hands through it for hours. You suppose he probably had been and wonder if thatâs one of his nervous ticks.
The bow of his lips is prominent and draws your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his lips, making small mental notes at everything you see, like the tiny beauty mark under his bottom lip. His straight nose leads you to his expressive eyes, so dark and full of secrets you want to be privy to.
To say Jungkook is handsome would be a gross understatement. Youâre not sure if itâs the fact heâs your true mate or just simply a gorgeous being, but he is pleasing to the eyes, thatâs for sure.
You mentally kick yourself for thinking such thoughts about your best friendâs almost-husband after everything that has just happened. Itâs not in good taste to entertain these thoughts so soon, right? True mate or not.
Yet, you canât shove those thoughts away completely.
âWhere did you go just now?â Jungkook asks, tilting his head and studying you intently.
Not wanting to explain yourself and the thoughts you were just having, you choose to ask him a question instead. âSo, what now?â
Youâre thankful Jungkook doesnât push you to answer. He shifts in his seat and withdraws his fingers from between yours.
âI think we start withâŚâ he trails off, a playful smile tugging up the side of his mouth as he holds the hand he pulled back in the air in front of you in offering. âHi, Iâm Jungkook.â
For the first time in what feels like forever, you smile. A laugh escapes you, and you instantly feel a thousand times lighter with that simple action.
As you take his hand back into yours, allowing yourself to truly savor the feel of his skin against yours, you realize that no matter what happens with Hayun or the fact that you live thousands of miles apart from JungkookâŚeverything is going to be okay and maybe you wouldnât have ignored Taehyungâs text after all.
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Jungkook, 3 months later
The flight was long but worth it. Jungkook stretches as he climbs out of the Uber he took from the airport. You would have picked him up. In fact, you are supposed to pick him upâŚjust, not until next week. He decided to surprise you by coming early. He hopes you donât mind.
Time seemed to drag to a near stand-still following that fateful day at the bed and breakfast where he was so sure heâd be joining his life with Hayunâs officially. No one could have anticipated what actually went down that day. But, in the end, he and Hayun parted ways on pleasant terms, and itâs actually thanks to her that heâs here right now, a week early.
Jungkook was worried that with everything that happened, yours and Hayunâs friendship might suffer. But, surprisinglyâand thankfullyâyou guys have been getting on great. Hayun has been looking at work prospects in Thailand but, from what youâve told Jungkook, is planning to visit you and Taehyung for Christmas.
Itâs been three months, and not a day has gone by that Jungkook hasnât talked to you in some capacity. From the moment he offered to be your ride to the airport, and you agreed, heâs thought about nothing other than getting on a plane and following you. The draw to you is just that strong.
Youâve expressed similar feelings, already having planned a return trip to Seoul next month. Neither Jungkook nor you have really talked about what the future holds or how to even begin to navigate it. But Jungkook hopes that during the week he is here, you can both begin to figure that out.
Giddiness makes his tattooed fingers shake as he reaches out and grasps the brass knocker on your door. He gives it a rap against the thick wood and waits. Jungkook counts the breaths as his anticipation rises. Itâs only three and a half exhales before he hears the soft pad of your feet on the other side of the door.
Jungkook can imagine you pressing up onto your tip toes in order to peer through the peephole. Heâd pay money to be able to see the look on your face when you see itâs him. Not being able to see your face doesnât take away from the dopamine rush he gets when the sound of your surprised squeal sounds through the door.
âJungkook!â Your shout is followed by the frantic sound of you disengaging the locks on your door before you swing it open and launch yourself at him. âWhat the fuck are you doing here? Oh, my gods! Why didnât you tell me? Youâre here!â
It feels good to laugh, but it feels even better to have you in his arms finally. The brief embrace he shared with you at the airport when he dropped you off was not enough and is what drove him to try and come sooner than planned.
Jungkook savors the warmth of your soft body pressed against his, your arms tight around his neck. Running one of his hands up your spine, he clasps the back of your neck and uses his hold there to angle your head away from his neck so he can look you in the face.
âSurprise,â he whispers. âI couldnât wait any longer.â
You sigh dreamily, your eyes fluttering closed for a second like youâre savoring the feeling of being in his arms. âPleasant surprise,â you murmur with a smile on your face.
Jungkook canât help himself. He wants so badly to know if your smile tastes as good as he thinks it will. The press of his lips against yours causes you to melt against him, a throaty sound escaping around the intrusion of his tongue as he works it between your lips.
âYour taste,â he groans, forcing his mouth away from yours before the allure of you can drive him completely mad. Who is he kidding? Heâs already there. âI need more.â
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Those words do something to you.
I need more.
They echo the thoughts youâve been harboring for the last three months. Youâve ached with those words, desperately willing yourself to be patient and let it happen when itâs meant to happen.
But, fuck, it feels so good to have him in your arms, to have his mouth brushing against yours. He tastes divine, a warm sweetness that compliments the musk of his scent that is slowly wrapping itself around you.
âTake me. Take it all,â you urge, completely baring yourself to him, body, mind, and soul. âIâm yours.â
Itâs a frenzy, the frantic discarding of clothing. Your fingers work to free him of his jeans while also helping him with the criss-cross straps of your lounging romper. You donât care that youâre still standing by your front door, bared down to your underwear. The only thing youâre focusing on now is how Jungkook holds you at arm's length and drinks you in from head to toe.
âYouâŚareâŚeverything.â The way he whispers those words crawls under your skin, rooting itself deep in your being. You feel sexyâŚdesired, and unbelievably emptyâyour body clenches, the ache deep between your thighs. Youâve never been so turned on from just taking your clothes off before, from whispered words and a heated look.
Jungkook allows you to undress him as slow or as fast as you want. You try to take your time and savor every inch of skin you expose. But, you can barely contain yourself when you get to his jeans, shoving them unceremoniously down his thighs with your eyes locked on the many planes and angles of his toned chest and stomach.
Your fingers ghost over his skin, eliciting goosebumps in their wake as you explore the smooth and lush expanse of his shoulders and down his arms. Without needing to say anything more, he gathers you into his arms and covers your mouth with his once more.
Itâs a miracle you make it to your bedroom. But, seeing Jungkook sprawled out on your bed is a sight youâll never forget, with his lowered lids and bottom lip caught between his teeth. You want to taste every inch of him, from the tips of his ears down to the defined muscles of his calves.
Now, though, your gaze focuses on the front of his tented boxer briefs. The dark grey material has darkened even further, where you can see the distinct outline of the head of his cock. Saliva pools in your mouth.
You crawl on the bed, knees slotting between his, your hands on either side of his hips. With your eyes locked on his, you lean down and mouth gently at the wetness. You moan at the flavor of him, your tongue peeking out to seek more.
âFuck,â you curse. âYou taste so good.â
Jungkook lets out a quick breath. âYou canât say shit like that, baby girl. Youâre going to make me lose it.â He flicks his eyes up to the ceiling, his lips moving like heâs sending up a silent prayer, before looking back down at you. âYou have maybe three seconds before I canât hold back any longer and tear that ass up.â
You chuckle softly, pouting out your lips in a faux sullen manner. âYes, sir.â
That earns a growl from Jungkook that has heat racing down your spine as you hook your fingers into the band of his Calvin Kleinâs and pull them down. He lifts his hips, helping you free him from their confines.
His cock stands so pretty before you, the full heft bobbing against his belly, smearing a pearl of precum against his golden skin. You dive in, licking at the sticky mess before taking the tip between your lips and lavishing your tongue over his slit.
Jungkook fists the sheets, a litany of curses falling from his lips. âPlease,â he chokes.
You keep your eyes locked on his as you inch your way down his length, your jaw forcing itself wider to accommodate as much of him as you can. The blunt head of his cock presses against the back of your throat. You take a steadying breath in through your nose before forcing yourself a little further until your throat constricts around him and you have to pull back.
The second your mouth leaves his cock, saliva stringing from your lips to his tip, Jungkook grabs you and hauls you up over him. You laugh, loving the heat emanating from his body as yours covers his.
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp.
His strong hands land on your hips and tangle in the band of your panties. âI need these off. Please. I need you. I want to feel youâŚbe inside you.â
You want that, too, you realize, your body already primed and begging for it. The sweet, fragrant notes of your arousal saturate the air, mixing with Jungkookâs to paint a picture of hedonism and wanton desires.
The rest of your clothes come off, your bra and panties are tossed to the side, leaving you utterly bare to him. Your inner thighs slide like velvet over his hips as you move your body against his until you can feel the press of the head of his cock against your entrance.
You wrap a hand around his base, angling him perfectly. Itâs a slow descent into madness, the lowering of your body onto his. His eyes bore into yours, pouring out everything that has been building to this moment, this pinnacle that will forever throttle you onto a different path for your futureâwith him. You can feel every perfect inch slide along your walls as they adjust and welcome him. Itâs like sliding home; he is the perfect fit for your body, filling you completely.
The pace you set, at first, is languid. An easy rise and fall of your hips as you both learn the body of the other. Jungkookâs hands mold around your breasts, his thumbs caressing over the pert points of your nipples.
âYou feel so good,â you tell him, emphasizing your words with a generous roll of your hips. âSo much better than I imagined.â
âYou imagined it often?â he asks, a teasing tone to his words.
With the amount of teasing photos and videos youâve shared with each other over the last few weeks, he knows you have. You can tell heâs just giving you a hard time. Thatâs fine, because you canâŚ
Jungkook throws his head back as you arch yours, letting his cock hit that special place inside that has you both seeing stars. âFuck!â His hands drop to your hips, landing with a satisfying smack. His grip tightens, dimpling the supple flesh around his fingers. âCan I knot you?â he asks with a breathless moan. Youâve never taken an alphaâs knot. The idea has your body pulsing around his, flooding slick onto his pelvis as you continue to roll your hips. âFuck, baby girl, do you like that idea? You want to take my knot like a good girl?â
You canât even form a coherent thought, much less answer him. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a panting keen, your chin jerking up and down as you frantically nod your want.
Jungkook braces his feet against the mattress and uses his grip on your hips as leverage to thrust upward, sending you forward onto your hands. Heâs relentless, pounding into you from below to the point your eyes roll back, and you have to squeeze them shut. Tiny pinpricks of light burst behind your lids as your body coils tighter than ever before.
You cry out as he sends you over the edge, your body careening into an unfathomable abyss of pleasure. The sounds coming from around his cock as it pounds into you are slick and obscene, debauched yet wholly satisfying.Â
âAlpha, need your knot,â you mewl, your lips finding the triskelion tattoo over Jungkookâs left pec muscle. You nibble at it, your teeth sinking softly into the skin.
âOh, baby, fuckâŚfuckâŚFuuuckkk!â Jungkook shouts, the sound turning into a guttural snarl as his body goes primal.
He seats himself completely inside of you with one final, deliberate thrust, and then you can feel the swell of his knot capture within you. It hurts, your pleasure turning into a moment of pain and panic. You squirm, trying to lift your hips from his, but the clasp of his hands on your body wonât let you go far. You whine, âJ-Jungkook.â
âI know, baby girl, I know. Relax. Let your body do what it needs to do.â
Itâs like those words unlock some inner Omega part of your brain, and suddenly you feel your body rush with endorphins and dopamine as it accepts the thick jets of his cum now flooding in. Like administering a drug, itâs such a fast transition that you feel lightheaded and giddy, sheepish and almost silly over your moment of panic.
âGods, that feels soâŚgood.â You wiggle in his arms, gasping as his knot pulls tight. You want more, need more of that feelingâŚneed more of his cum. âMore, Alpha, please.â
Jungkook pants, a tired smile on his face. You can feel it when his cock pulses inside you, dribbling even more liquid heat into your body in answer to your plea. âThatâs my pretty girl,â Jungkook coos, brushing a hand across your forehead. âYouâre so beautiful taking my knot, full of my cum.â He curses softly, reverently, and another gush of heat fills your body. âIâm going to take such good care of you. I swear it.â
You fall into a half-sleep, content and sated as you are. There are no worries about the future, nor the past. You are happyâŚall thanks to a pair of golden cufflinks.
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Please Come Home
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: You never realized how many places there were to hide in your apartment, but youâre pretty sure someone else is in here with you. Whatever they want isnât good.
Word count: 3.3k
TW: home invasion, violence, curses as insults
Your spare key is missing.
Fuck. You always keep it in this drawer. Where the fuck is it?
When you told Jason he could just grab your keys to take your car instead of his bike to the store, youâd been relying on using your spare to lock up the apartment when you left for work. You never, ever moved it, but it was gone all the same. Did he take it instead of your keychain? Nope, thatâs missing from its hook next to the front door.
When was the last time you used it? Not too long ago. Had you been careless about putting it back?
You text Jason, Did you grab my spare key?
Shit. You had to leave for work, like, five minutes ago, and you have no key to lock the front door.
At least you have a fire escape. You bolt the door from the inside, then slip out the window. You canât latch it from the outside, but itâs a little harder to break in through the window than the front door.
Youâre only two minutes late to your waitressing shift. Your manager swipes you in, lets you know that a server called out so youâll be handling two sections today, and the host runs up to tell you that youâve already been sat.
In the middle of the shift, when you have a minute to catch your breath, you check your phone. Jason had texted, No, I took your keychain. Is your spare missing?
I think I lost it.
Iâll look for it when I come home before patrol. Will I see you before heading out?
Not looking like it. Things havenât slowed down at all.
Iâll see you when I get home, then. Donât wait up.
Iâll have dinner in the fridge when you get back. Gotta get back to work. Love you
I love you, too.
A couple hours later, Jason texts that he has no luck locating your spare. Since heâs paranoid, heâs going out for a new lock tomorrow, but thereâs important business with a drug ring that he canât miss tonight.
Thatâs okay. Itâll be a pain to climb up the fire escape, but you donât really mind that much. Youâve been meaning to get more exercise, anyway.
You finish work at six and the walk back to your apartment building is pretty peaceful. Unusual for Gotham.
It lulls you into a false sense of security.
Youâre not really in the mood for leftovers, and not really in the mood to cook. You stare between your phone and the pantry. Takeout is easy. So is pasta.
With a sigh, you decide to spare your bank account. Delivery fees are getting ridiculous nowadays.
You text Jason just to see how his night is going. Youâre not sure heâll respond; sometimes, like during stakeouts, he turns his phone off completely so the sound or vibrate doesnât reveal his presence. He doesnât respond after a minute, which means heâs busy. You sigh and set down your phone, then change into comfier clothes. As soon as youâre out of your room, you grab a pot and box of pasta. You canât sit down, or youâll put off dinner for at least another hour.
The water is set to boil when you turn around to look at your phone, vaguely hoping Jason has responded by now.
Your phone isnât on the counter.
You frown. Youâre pretty sure you left it there.
Maybe itâs in the pantry when you grabbed the pasta?
Itâs not.
You must have left it in your room when you changed. You check, and itâs sitting right on your bedside table. âJeez,â you mutter, picking it up and slipping it into your pocket. After a long day, itâs okay to be scatterbrained, but this is a bit much.
Still no response from Jason.
You walk out of the bedroom to see that the stove turned itself off and the pasta water is barely warm. âGotham appliances are such pieces of shit,â you mutter. You know what, fine. A shower and feeling clean will make you feel better to try again. The saying is that a watched pot never boils, but hopefully a watched Gotham stove never turns itself on and off randomly while you cook.
The apartmentâs a bit chilly, so you take your pajamas with you into the bathroom and sit under the water spray until all the grime of the day washes away. Itâs a bad habit, but you bring your phone with you in the shower to scroll through social media until your skin starts to get pruny. You step out, wrapping the towel around yourself in a vain attempt to stop shivering, and⌠your pajamas are gone.
The pajamas that youâre sure you took with you. You distinctly remember putting them on the sink counter.
And now theyâre gone.
Something clenches in your stomach. You text Jason, Hey are you home yet?
He doesnât respond right away.
Jay, this isnât funny.
Still nothing.
Is it possible you forgot to bring the clothes with you? No, you distinctly remember the thought process.
Someone moved them, and you canât think of s single reason anyone you know would do that. That kind of prank isnât funny.
You text Jason, I think there is someone in the house with me. Then you try calling him.
You go straight to voicemail.
You bite your lip, trying hard not to panic. Jason never sends you to voicemail. Heâs answered your calls in the middle of shootouts, voice strained, âHey, kinda busy right now, is it an emergency?â
His phone is turned off, so who knows when heâll see your texts. He might not turn it on again for hours.
You text your best friend, I think someone broke into my house. Donât call me. Please help.
You chew on your thumbnail.
Either she calls the cops, or she shows up with a baseball bat and her scary-ass motorcycle dude boyfriend. Heâs secretly a softie, but his appearance doesnât match his personality.
Heâs a lot like Jason, actually. Who would have thought you two had the same type?
You call Jason again.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Your best friend texts, Omw. Thatâs it, but itâs the best text youâve ever seen in your life.
Okay. Either cower in the bathroom until someone shows up, or play along with the same game the possibly-real-intruder is playing, that everything is normal.
No matter what happens next, you want to be dressed for it. You peek under the door, but you donât see anyoneâs feet.
Maybe this is all in your head, but you have a terrible gut feeling that it isnât.
Your heart pounds, but you maintain a leisurely stroll into your room through the kitchen, palming a knife as you go, and locking the door behind you. The intruder may be in your closet, so you hold the knife out as you swing the door open.
Empty.
You throw on the first clothes you see and debate hiding in your room until your friend arrives. But adrenaline is pumping and you think you might shake out of your skin. You sit on the edge of the bed and take deep breaths.
Thereâs a window in your room, but it only opens three inches and itâs not connected to the fire escape, so thatâs not an option. The window that leads to the fire escape is in the main room, so youâd have to walk through the kitchen to get to it, and the intruder may be hiding in the pantry.
You could try the front door, but the storage closet is right next to it: another likely place for someone to hide and jump out at you.
Your room is only as safe as the strength of the door. And the wood is pretty thin.
All of a sudden, your phone buzzes, and you drop it. You snatch it up to see an incoming call lighting up the screen with your boyfriendâs handsome contact photo.
You accept the call immediately. âJay?â
âIâm on my way,â he rushes out. You hear the roar of his motorcycle in the background. âAre you okay?â
âIâm okay.â You whisper, âI think someone is here.â
âI know.â His voice is strained. âItâs going to be okay. Youâre going to be fine. Iâm five minutes away. Can you get out?â
âI donât know. Iâm in my bedroom, I locked my door. I think heâs hiding somewhere in the apartââ
A hand shoots out from under the bed and grabs your ankle.
You scream.
Your phone flies away when he yanks you off the bed. You go down swinging with the knife and make contact, accidentally swiping your own ankle in the process. The man grunts with pain and lets go, and you scramble to the door. You donât even feel the pain in your ankle, although youâre actually bleeding a lot.
Heâs wriggling out from under your bed when you get to your feet and twist the doorknob. âGet the fuck out of my house, you fucking pervert!â you scream. You yank the door open and runâŚ
Right into a strangerâs chest.
There are two of them?
An iron grip clamps over your shoulder. His other hand fists in your hair. âWell, hello, pretty. Youâre not the Red Hood.â
You stab him in the stomach.
Unfortunately, that only makes him mad.
âYou bitch,â he groans. The slap is so powerful it nearly breaks your neck. You canât breathe for a second, and then the first man catches up to you. His hand is bleeding. Like, a lot. They transfer you over so the stabbed man can groan about being stabbed. Itâs only in his gut, so he should be fine. âWalk it off,â you goad. Itâs the Gotham in you.
The first man digs his bloody knuckles into your cheek. âFucking whore cut me,â he says. âWhereâs the Red Hood?â
âHeâll kill you both,â you spit. âHeâs on his way to shoot you in the head.â The threat should have scared them, but they were dumb enough to break into the Red Hoodâs apartment and beat his partner. They had not been blessed with many braincells.
âGood,â he says. âHeâll get here just in time to see his pretty pet die.â
Someone pounds on the door and everyone freezes. Fear flashes over their face, but Jason wouldnât have knocked. He would have kicked the door down or gone through the window.
Your best friend calls your name through the door. Sheâs trying to sound casual, but things are so far past casual.
The man holding you sees you draw in a breath to scream. âDonât you dare,â he warns. âDo it and Iâll kill them, too.â The barrel of a gun presses to the side of your head.
Where is Jason?
You donât think heâll get here in time. He doesnât deserve to carry the weight of that failure, but he will. Your Jay thinks heâs responsible for every bad thing in the world.
The manâs ugly face explodes.
You register the concussive sound of gunfire half a second later. Your ears ring. You lose your balance.
More gunfire. Itâs so loud all you can do is cover your ears. Whoâs shooting who?
It stops as suddenly as it started, but you donât look up. You canât hear anything. You donât want to see their ugly faces anymore.
Then hands grab you again, and you shriek. Your kitchen knife is still buried in the second manâs gut, so you have no defense. A man with a gun is going to kill you in your apartment.
Despite all your attempts at fighting, heâs too strong. Iron hands pry your hands away from your head, but you still canât hear anything. Your ears are still ringing too loud. Your eardrums might have burst.
Then gloved hands cup your cheeks.
You know those gloves.
Jason is kneeling on the ground in front of you, absolutely frantic. His mouth moves, but you donât hear anything. You donât even hear your sob, but you definitely feel it right before you throw yourself at him.
Strong arms wrap around your back. Jason cradles you, hugs you so tight you canât breathe, tries to hide you from anyone that might hear you. You still canât make out his words, but youâre beginning to hear a muffled voice.
Youâre sitting completely in his lap, his legs behind you to support your back. You cling to him, trying not to shake. Youâre a pretty unflappable Gothamite, but a home invasion is enough to rattle anyone. Youâre supposed to be safe here.
Jason pulls away just enough to kiss your forehead. His green eyes squeeze tight like heâs in pain, and a single tear slips from the corner of one.
You wipe it away.
Jason wipes the blood on your cheek away.
You read his lips when he asks if youâre okay. You nod. Youâre alive, and thatâs what matters.
Jason holds you still when you try to look around. He says something that you canât read. He must know that you donât understand, because he just uses one huge hand on the back of your head to pull you forward. His mouth presses against your forehead, not quite a kiss, just relishing the connection.
You hear the banging first. Then you hear the shouting.
Oh, God. Your best friend.
You scramble out of Jasonâs hold so fast he canât stop you. You stumble past two dead bodies, both with three bullets in their heads. The floor is ruined beyond belief.
Jason helps support you. He needs to touch you somewhere to reassure himself that youâre okay, that youâre alive. You unlock the door, and barely open it a crack before your friend pushes it all the way open.
She gasps at the sight of you. âOh, my God!â Her arms wrap tight around your neck, and you squeeze her. Jasonâs hand remains pressed against your back. Her boyfriend stands behind her in the hallway, and he eyes Jason somewhat suspiciously. The two have never met before.
Your best friend pulls away, and Jason folds you against his side. His hand runs up and down your arm.
âAre you okay? Thereâs blood all over you.â Her eyes drift past your face and land on the bodies on your floor. Her mouth tightens, but she doesn't scream or call the cops immediately.
âItâs not mine,â you say faintly. âWellâŚâ You look at your ankle. âMost of it.â
âJesus,â says Jason. âThey did that to you?â
"I did it to myself," you admit. "But I stabbed that one." You point.
He kisses the top of your head. "I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself. I never should have left you alone." Jason fixes your friend with a look so stern that she actually gulps. "Can you watch them for a little bit?"
"Yeah," she says. "I'll take care of them."
"Good." Jason takes your face in his hands. His eyes blaze. "I'll be back as soon as I can. You hear me? You're not gonna be alone ever again."
You nod numbly.
Jason carries you to the couch, then coaches your friend through applying pressure to your ankle. He gently places an icepack in your hand, then moves you until it's pressed to your numb cheek. Then he kisses you. Pulls back. Kisses you again. It's not sweetâhe tastes like blood, or maybe you doâbut it's firm, and it's real, and it's a promise.
He stands up and asks your friend's boyfriend, "You wanna help me with these?"
As far as you know, the other man's never hidden a dead body in his life. But to his credit, he hardly hesitates before nodding.
Jason's already calling someone when he walks out. One of his criminal contacts, you're sure. You don't know and you don't want to know.
They're gone for twenty minutes. You're still in shock when they get back. You know you're in shock, but you can't snap out of it. You don't think you want to.
He gently nudges your friend's hands away to peek under the gauze. "You want stitches for this, honey?"
You shake your head. The cut's too close to bone, and you don't want a needle going anywhere near your bones.
"Okay." He changes the gauze, then tapes it in place, then puts a sticky wrap over that. "I'll change this in the morning. You're gonna be okay."
"I'm glad you're all right," your friend's boyfriend offers. You don't know each other all that well, but he just helped hide two bodies that you and Jason killed, so he must be an all right dude. You nod, give him a shaky smile, try to wave.
Your best friend bends over to hug you. "I'm going to text you in the morning," she says. "You'll be okay with Jason. I'm so proud of you. I'm so glad you're okay."
You hug her back until she puts the icepack back in the freezer.
When they leave, Jason stands up from the couch. You make a pleading, confused noise in the back of your throat, and he smooths your hair away from your face. "I'll be right back, honey," he promises. "I'm gonna lock the door. No one's ever getting to you again, you hear me?"
As soon as he pulls away, you shiver. The only thing keeping you warm was his body.
True to his word, he locks the front door, then heads right back to you.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Jason asks softly.
You shake your head. There was a man hiding beneath your bed tonight. It was worse than any monster you used to be scared of as a child.
"Okay," he says softly. Jason eases onto the couch, but he has so much bulk that it's impossible to lay side-by-side on your backs. Jason twists onto his side, and after a moment, you do too, using one of his massive biceps as a pillow. He smells like gunpowder. You smell like blood. You fit together like two terrible, violent puzzle pieces.
He kisses your forehead again. Pulls a blanket over the two of you, makes sure it's snug around your feet. You enjoy the fussing.
When he has nothing left to fiddle with, Jason sucks in a ragged inhale, then says, voice cracking, "When I saw those texts, I was terrified."
"I'm glad you checked your phone," you say. "For a while, I thought you wouldn't."
"I could feel that something was wrong."
Your throat hurts. "Did you mess up your mission tonight because of me?"
"Honey, I would do anything for you," he says. "I'd abandon a thousand missions to keep you safe. I'd burn this city to the ground."
Another night, you would remind him that he's a hero. That he fights for the greater good. That he is good.
Tonight, you take comfort in the vow.
"I'm so proud of you," he whispers. "You were so brave. You did so well."
Your fingers twist in his shirt. Your nose nestles into the hollow at the base of his throat perfectly, so you hear every breath he takes, every rumble in his throat when he talks. You press a kiss to his chest just above the neckline of his shirt, and his throat jumps.
Jason makes a strangled noise, then wraps his arms even tighter around you. He throws one leg over your hip, completely covering you, pressing you into the couch. You would feel suffocated if it was anyone else.
You fall asleep faster than you ever have before, secure that Jason won't let anything happen to you during the night. The last thing you register before unconsciousness is his dry lips pressed to your forehead again. Making sure you're alive. Reassuring you that he's here and always will be.
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Iâd love to see hotch finding out that Spencer and his sister have told Each other they love each other, like he realizes holy shit this is serious, yk?
âNo, Iâm okay.âÂ
Aaron wonders whoâs to blame for the way you talk, your shared father or himself. You arenât quite as expressionless as Aaronâs told he is, and youâre nothing like your father, a tense, angry man, but it's possible you learned to be as calm as possible. Nothing unnecessary can be read from your tone. No snark, no attitude.Â
So you sound like youâre just making polite conversation on the phone at first, and when your voice softens, Aaronâs too nosy to walk away.Â
âYeah? Thatâs an interesting one. Youâve been learning fun facts for me. No, all your facts are fun. I wasnât lying,â âyou laugh, giggly and caughtâ âI like when you tell me stuff. You know everything there is to know about everything.âÂ
Youâre sitting on the porch swing with your legs crossed, posture terribly bent, phone held to your ear. Aaron and Jack had been tending to the flower beds around the side of the house, but Jack spotted a paper kite butterfly and wandered off to find it while Aaron finished watering.Â
He knows youâre telling the truth. Aaronâs watched you and Spencer together many times now, and he knows you truly enjoy one anotherâs company. Itâs why youâve made a good couple. Itâs why Spencer comes to work each day with a sense of settlement, and why youâve calmed down some. Thereâs security in things. Still, Aaron knows how fickle younger relationships can beâÂ
âI love you.â He stands straight. He frowns. You make a humming sound. âI love you,â you say again, like Spencerâs heard you wrong. âYeah. Yeah, I love you more⌠I miss you today. Iâm fine, justââ You stand up, the porch swing creaking. âMaybe I can come over? After dinner, itâll be late, I just want to see you. Is thatâ Okay, good.âÂ
You walk to the end of the wrap around porch, just a foot from Aaron where heâs hiding in the shadow of the side of the house. He can hear Spencerâs voice now, too.Â
âI donât know why youâre asking me like I wonât say yes! Please come over, I begged you to come over yesterday!âÂ
âDonât make me feel guilty,â you say, a loving murmur.Â
âIâm not trying to do that! Just, you tell me you love me and then we donât see each other for two days, which is fine, itâs not that you canât be busy, but try and see it from my point of view.âÂ
âWhatâs gotten into you?â you ask.Â
âY/N, I love you. And you love me, and I was hoping youâd let me earn it by taking you out or something. You just ran away.âÂ
Aaron breathes out, alerting you to his presence accidentally. You turn on the porch with an incredible embarrassment in your screwed lips, glaring at him, and almost dropping the phone in your hurry to see the screen.
âSpencer, I gotta go. Aaronâs being a creep.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âIâll call you back.âÂ
âUh, okay? Is everythingââ
You click the phone off and squeeze it in your hand. âEavesdrop much?âÂ
âIâm very sorry. But in my defence, Iâm watering the flowers.âÂ
âYouâre so embarrassing.âÂ
âIâm embarrassing? What did I do?âÂ
âThat was a private conversation.âÂ
âI didnât hear anything.âÂ
You know heâs lying in the same way he knows youâre not as angry as you wish you were. You are embarrassed, though.Â
âI had no idea you and Spencer were that serious,â he says mildly.Â
You drape your arms over the porch railings. âWell, it is, I think. Itâs serious for me. Does heâ dâyou think heâs serious?âÂ
âAs a heart attack.âÂ
You bite your cheek. He can see you doing it, see the concern in your eyes. âI didnât mean to say it out loud. I wasnât sure I wanted him to know, but heâs been so nice about it.âÂ
âNice isnât the right word.â You talk about love like youâve confessed to something awful. Itâs love. âYou should let him take you to dinner. Then you should tell me where you went and Iâll work out if he deserves you or not.âÂ
âThatâs not funny.âÂ
Aaron smiles as you turn away, seemingly to call Spencer again and make arrangements. It was funny, and youâll think so too once you forget he was being a busybody. Â
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Currently thinking about situationship Ghost, who simply refuses to get too attached to you in fear that he'll come back to your lifeless body, a bullet in your head. It's awful, he knows, yet if that happened to his family, it's not far off that it'll happen to you. Sure, all his enemies are dead and he got you a fancy security system, but what if?
You gotta be braver than the marines to be able to stand all his mixed signals without going fucking mad. Does he love you or does he hate you? Yeah, he bought you flowers after he saw you looking at them, but he also leaves your house almost right after he cums. Sure, he cares about your pleasure and always makes sure he makes you cum a few times before he does, but he rarely replies to your texts.
You know little to nothing about the man other than he's in the military, and you practically had to get it out of him after wanting to know more for days. You don't even know what the looks like, or what his body looks like underneath the clothes besides his fat cock, veins running all along the shaft while his sensitive tip seems to always be leaking precum like a broken faucet whenever he's with you.
He's a complicated manâ an enigma, only revealing little things about himself after months of being together. He stays in your house for longer, sometimes not even for sex, but to spend time with you while you cuddle up to him, keeping the conversation going.
Being with him requires the patience of a Saint and the stubbornness of a mule, but the results are rewarding. Once he realizes you're not going anywhere and that none of his enemies even know about you, the walls he spent years carefully crafting come crashing down, annoying you day and night with pure British banter. He purposely makes his accent even thicker and speaks faster just to see the confusion written all over your face, brown eyes softening as he holds in his laughter.
Simon is a lovely man, really. A man who has gone through hell and back yet a lovely man nonetheless, slinging you over his shoulder even when you smack your hands against his back and ass, chest rumbling with quiet laughter at your pitiful struggle. He jumps slightly when your hand grabs a handful of his ass, throwing you into bed while you giggle, trying to move away from him. You know what's gonna happen.
"Come here, bird." He pulls you by the ankles even while you kick and thrash all over the bed, squeaking when you feel his bare hands tickling your ribs.
"Get away from me!" You plead between laughter and he's now tickling your armpits even while you hold your arms close to your body, moving like a fish out of the water as you try to escape his hands.
Being in a situationship with Ghost can crush your soul at first, but you get to meet Simon as a reward if you're patient enough.
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âHey bro, could I borrow your phone?â
You looked up from the online textbook youâd been reading. And up. And up. Looming over your bus seat was an absolute behemoth of a man. His black hair was slick with sweat, a clear sign heâd just been at the gym, although his beefy physique and rank musk couldâve clued you in just as easily.
âS-sorry, what?â you stammered.
The guy responded with an easygoing smile on his broad, bearded face. âYour phone. Could I borrow it for a sec? Iâm visiting my bro, but my phoneâs outta juice and I forget what stop to get off at. I just need to call him real quick.â His voice was deep and vacuous.
âUh, yeah, sure,â you said. âKnock yourself out.â You placed your phone in his meaty bronze hand, carefully trying not to notice how dainty and pale your fingers looked compared to his sausages.
With nothing else to do, you watched awkwardly from your seat as he dialed his friendâs number. âYo dude, itâs me,â he greeted boisterously. âYeah Iâm on the bus using this nerdy guyâs phone right now, mine fuckinâ ran out, hahaâŚâ
You blinked in outrage, and embarrassment. âNerdy guyâ??? Just because you wore a white button-down, and had a mousy brown mop and a complete lack of facial hair, and your entire body was skinnier than his arm, didnât make you a nerd! You had a leather knapsack â those were cool, werenât they? Anyways.
As the bus continued on, you caught snippets of the conversation unfolding in front of you. Evidently, the guy had gotten hopelessly turned around, and his friend was trying to figure out how to get him to his destination. Privately, you thought this seemed too complex for his simple brain to comprehend.
âOk wait, so youâre saying I need to be on the 115? And then take Johnson Street to the 67 line? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Gotcha. Thanks, bro. That means I should get off onâŚâ He glanced at the route map above you, and you could see his thick head visibly struggling to make sense of it. Then his brown eyes widened comically. âShit, this stop right here!â
Sure enough, the bus had been decelerating, and now it came to a complete stop. The guy pushed his way to the crowded exit, still absorbed in his conversation. You noted with disgust that he had your phone lodged between his bristly cheek and his broad shoulder, both of which were sheened with sweat. Then it hit you â he was about to leave with your phone!
âWait!â you said, trying to get his attention. You hated how squeaky your voice sounded compared to his bovine bass, but still, it worked.
âHuh? Oh right,â he said. Speaking into the phone, he said, âFuck bro, gotta go. See ya soon, king.âÂ
Then, he hung up and turned his attention to you. âYo, thanks so much, little guy!â At this point, he was too close to the door, and there were too many people pushing to exit, for him to turn around and give your phone back. So instead, he stood up straight, braced his knees, and lobbed your phone at you with a dumb, cocky grin. âCatch, bro!â
Oh my god, what was this idiot thinking? You were going to miss, and then your phone would hit the floor and shatter into a million pieces, or it would smack someoneâs head and theyâd sue you for everything you had, orâŚ
You gripped something in your hand. Peeking one eye open, you found that your phone was secure in your grip. Despite your lacking hand-eye coordination, you had somehow caught your phone, acting purely on instinct.
Then you immediately laid it on your lap, because it was slick with sweat and had thoroughly absorbed the guyâs scent. As you leaned down to clean it, your phone screen lit up with a notification. It was a message from an unknown number.
wait did u say u weâre on the 103
BRUH u werent supposed to get off yet lmaooo đđ
You internally groaned. Did that meatheadâs friend think he was just going to keep your phone forever? He probably did; he was obviously just as much of a dumb gym bro as his friend.Â
You prepared to type in a polite response informing him that he had the wrong number, but suddenly the bus lurched and you lost control of your phone for a moment. Glancing back at your screen, you realized that you had accidentally pressed send:Â
bro just gimme ur addy iâll put it into maps
That was absolutely not what you had typed in. You tended to be pretty dexterous, so you had no idea how that had happened. Although⌠you looked at your hands consideringly. They were brown and veiny, with wide and hairy fingers. You supposed it was hard to type on a phone keyboard with massive mitts like yours. Briefly, you thought that your hands seemed disproportionately large against the rest of you, that they werenât supposed to be this big and manly, but you dismissed it, because why wouldnât they be?
Anyways, now that that encounter was over, you could go back to studying. You scrolled through your phone, trying to locate your Kindle app. But it didnât seem to be anywhere. Frustrated, you swiped back and forth across your home screen, not noticing how each tap sent a jolt up your body.
Swipe. You felt movement on either side of you â which you quickly realized was caused by the passengers sitting next to you. You couldnât avoid brushing up against them with how broad your square shoulders were. It was a good problem to have.
Swipe. Absent-mindedly, you dragged your giant paws across your equally giant pecs. You didnât know what made you feel more virile â scratching your tangled black curls of sweaty chest hair, or accidentally brushing against your protruding dark nipples. Oh wait, you knew the answer â scratching your tangled black treasure trail and brushing against your washboard abs.
Swipe. You splayed your tree trunk legs further out, stomping your size 14 feet on the floor of the bus. You didnât care if the other passengers thought you were rude â with thighs this thick, it was impossible not to manspread, especially for someone as well-endowed as you. A wet protein fart trumpeted from your inflated ass, but you took it in stride.
Swipe. The bus lurched again, and for a moment it felt like you had leaped half a foot into the air. But your line of sight never shifted back down, and why would it? You had always been tall â just like you had always had perfectly sculpted lats and traps, and a thick bull neck, andâŚ
Your swiping was interrupted by a notification: 5% battery remaining. You furrowed your caveman brow in confusion. Hadnât you left your place with a full charge? How had it run out so quickly? As you were thinking, you grabbed your squirt bottle from the pocket of your gym bag and took a swig.
Duh, your gym bag â youâd been at the gym! That explained the phone battery, then; you liked to listen to workout podcasts or mindlessly scroll through TikTok as you worked out, and with how long you spent at the gym each day, more often than not you walked out of there with much less charge than youâd started with.Â
Judging by the sweat leaking through your black mesh tank top, though â and not to mention your musky stench â it had been an especially good session today. It had been an arm day, and you silently admired your hard work, the way your biceps and triceps swelled with power and your veiny forearms pulsed in time with your heartbeat, all wrapped up in a layer of thick black hair and perfectly tan coloring. Yeah. Those were some impressive arms you had.
A text notification popped up at the top of your screen:Â
bro how do you not know this by now đ
its 992 carter st apt#208
Oh yeah, youâd been so distracted by your muscles that youâd forgotten why you were on this bus. You were going to visit your best bro later today, and your license was suspended from the last time you two had gotten a little too crunk, so public transit it was.
You glanced at the route map above you, trying to figure out the best way to get there. So you were on the red squiggly line on the left side of the image, which meant⌠no wait⌠maybe you were on that green dot in the middle? Your eyes glazed over, and your brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton candy. While that was a feeling you were very much used to, and even proud of, right now you were annoyed. Whyâd they have to make these picture thingies so fucking confusing anyway? Whatever, that was why theyâd invented Google Maps.
Copying over your friendâs address, you attempted to navigate to the map app. But your thick finger missed the icon entirely, instead opening your photo gallery. The most recent photo was a selfie youâd taken at the gym today, and you took a moment to admire yourself. You felt your blocky, bearded face form the exact same cocky smirk that was in the photo. Hell yeah, you were one sexy motherfucker.Â

Suddenly, the image turned black. Youâd run out of power. You stared for a second at the face reflected on the blank phone screen, identical to the one in the photo.
âFuck,â you muttered in your deep, slow voice, scratching your temple with one finger like a Neanderthal. You hadnât gotten to put your friendâs address into Google Maps, and you definitely were too dumb to get there on your own. What to do?
Slowly, painstakingly, an idea formed in your thick meathead mind. Maybe⌠you could⌠use someone elseâs phone⌠to call your friend up and ask him how to get there! You scanned the bus for people to ask. There were lots of people on their phones, but for some reason, one passenger stood out to you. He was shrimpy and short, sitting a few seats away from you in the opposite row as he tapped away at some mobile game.
Pocketing your dead device, you rose from your seat and swaggered over to the little guy.
âHey bro, could I borrow your phone?â
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[SUMMARY: Joel has a dangerous reputation in the QZ, so when you run into him you are afraid of him until he shows you another side to him.]
âI ainât gonna hurt youâ he tried his best to convince you but fear took over you.
Angst
Of course you were late today. Never had you been so past curfew to get back to your apartment but here you were dodging all the security cameras on your walk back. It was silent and it was dark, looking over your shoulder repeatedly you made sure no one appeared from behind. The only way to cut away from the cameras was through an alley you always tried to avoid but you knew there was no choice now. Looking behind you so much you didnât pay attention to what was ahead until you ran into it. Whatever it was, it almost knocked the wind right out of you knocking you a couple steps back.
âShit-â you whispered before looking up and seeing the figure of a man.
It had to be FEDRA, your heart sunk until the man took a step forward and thatâs when his identity was revealed.
It was worse than FEDRA.
It was Joel Miller.
âIâm-Iâm-â you struggled to find words as he looked behind you checking around the area.
âThe hell you doinâ cominâ through here?â His eyes turned back to you, you couldnât find your voice. He observed you from head to toe, eager for a response but you couldnât speak. You heard many stories about Joel Miller and none made you feel comfortable with running into him in a dark alley. Without thinking you quickly turned attempting to run away but before you could make it out the alley Joel caught you making you scream. His arms around your waist as he picked you up pulling you back into the alley.
âNo!â You kicked trying your hardest to wiggle out of his grasp.
âStop it, theyâre gonna hear you dammitâ he got you right back to where you were and roughly turned you around to him.
âDonât do that againâ he warned as your heart raced.
âYou with anyone?â You could feel yourself begin to shake anxiously, you slowly shook your head just as you heard another noise from behind you.
âShitâ he whispered.
âWe gotta moveâ he unexpectedly grabbed your arm pulling you towards the wall.
âWait!â You whispered as he practically dragged you making you twist your ankle, you almost let out a scream. Quickly he backed up against the wall and pulled you against him covering your mouth. A muffled scream could be heard as he tightened his hand on you.
âDonât make a soundâ He whispered as you whimpered. He looked down the alley as you held in your cries. He waited until he no longer heard anyone near before looking back down at you and released his hand from your mouth realizing you were in pain. You winced looking down at your foot, attempting to balance yourself on one while placing your hand on the wall.
âShitâ he muttered to himself. Quickly he crouched down to take a look but the second he reached for your foot you pulled away.
âNo!â
âLet me take a lookâ he could see the hesitation in your eyes, you didnât know what to do. Slowly you lifted your foot towards him and allowed him to gently take hold of it. Feeling it out he gave it a slight squeeze before you gasped.
âIt ainât broken, probably just a sprainâ
âI just want to get homeâ you whispered trying to hold in your cries.
Joel looked behind him before he stood up, his hands on his hips as if he was trying to figure something out.
âThis whole area is locked down-â
âWhat do you mean locked down?â
âCanât get in or out, Iâm surprised you made it this wayâ he responded.
âWhere do you stay?â He asked.
âThe other sideâ you responded softly still leaning on the wall.
âWell you wonât be able to get anywhere any time soonâ he turned back to you.
âGonna have to go my routeâ
âYour route? N-no, I canât go with youâ
âYou got any other ideas?â
You sighed in frustration looking down at your foot, Joel was right, there was no way youâd make it back home like this. He already felt it was his fault that you hurt your ankle and he knew he wouldnât have felt right leaving you out here wounded on your own.
âJust until day lightâ he explained. Silently you shook your head stubbornly, you were not about to set yourself up and be alone inside somewhere with this man with all the things you have heard about him.
âLook woman, Iâm just trynna help youâ he walked towards you, stopping inches away. It almost felt as if he was closing you in the corner. You didnât say a word, you could feel your heart racing as he looked down at you.
âYou either take my help-â he leaned towards you as he spoke making you flinch. Joel instantly stopped talking noticing your reaction. You froze unsure of what exactly was going through his mind in that moment..until he spoke.
âYou think Iâm gonna hurt you?â He asked furrowing his brows. Swallowing nervously you looked away. Joel didnât know you, but to see a woman so afraid to simply even look at him was something that didnât sit well with him.
Suddenly you were both distracted by the sound of walkie talkies close by. Joel looked over his shoulder before quickly turning back to you.
âWe need to leave. Nowâ he unexpectedly positioned himself to lift you in his arms making you jump.
âWhat are you doing?!â You whispered pushing your hands into his chest to keep him away but he only pulled you closer.
âTrust me, would you rather they take you?â he spoke low as the sounds of walkie talkies grew louder. You knew you truly had no other option, quickly you nodded and let Joel take you in his arms.
Joel moved quickly, rushing into a door as you tightly held onto him. Running down a hall he ran up two flights before stopping at a door and pushing it open. Looking over with your arms still wrapped around his neck, you noticed he had carried you into an apartment. Slowly he lay you on the couch before turning to lock the door shut.
âThis is your place?â You whispered. Joel nodded walking past you and took a glimpse out the window before closing the curtain. Walking back in your direction he lit a candle beside you as you sat anxiously.
âLet me take a better look at your footâ he sat on the coffee table in front of you. Looking around uncomfortably you attempted to push yourself up to have some kind of control over yourself. Joel began to take off your shoe until you pulled it away.
âNo, donât-â
âIâm just gonna lookâ he assured you. Giving in you allowed him to gently take off your shoe until you realized you no longer had your weapon hooked to your pants. It mustâve fallen outside when you ran into him. Thatâs when you noticed a wooden pole on the edge of the couch. Of course you didnât trust this man, what would be the harm in having some kind of protection? Although you shouldâve known better, you couldnât get anything past Joel Miller.
With a raise of his brow he looked up towards your hand then back to you.
âI wouldnât do that if I were youâ your foot still in his hands you slowly let go of the wooden pole. He could see the fear you felt, he knew the stories you mustâve heard about him. Stories he never cared to defend until he found himself in the presence of a woman terrified of him.
âWhat were you doinâ out alone?â He asked moving his eyes back to your foot.
âI always travel aloneâ
âPast curfew?â His questions only irritating you, what the hell did he care?
âI got caught upâ
Joel silently looked up at you pressing his lips together.
âLucky you didnât come across someone elseâ he spoke low.
âYour foot will be fine, just try to stay off it. Keep it elevatedâ he slowly stood up and propped your foot on a cushion on top of the coffee table.
âStay off it? I canât-â
âUnless you want it to get worse, I suggest you do as I sayâ he proceeded to take off his jacket as he walked away into the kitchen. You hadnât noticed but he could see you from where he was, he watched as you looked around the room almost in a panic. You wanted to leave.
Joel silently stepped back into the living room, so silent you never even realized.
âI know you heard things of meâ his words catching your attention.
âMost of them are trueâ he acknowledged, you swallowed nervously as he spoke.
âBut Iâm not gonna hurt you and youâre just gonna have to take my word for it â like nothing he walked back into the kitchen and proceeded to put something together for the both of you to eat.
After a few minutes Joel walked back into the living room with two bowls of food. Hesitantly you took the bowl and watched as he sat on the recliner across from you and ate. His eyes darting back and forth between his food and you, you could tell he wanted to know more.
âYou donât stay with anyone?â He asked curiously.
âNoâ his head slightly tilted as he observed you from head to toe.
âWhat? C-canât imagine a girl can survive by herself?â Your voice still slightly shaken as you tried to speak.
âCourse I can. Just shouldnât be that wayâ he stared off into space lost in thought before continuing to eat his food. A sound by the window made you jump, he quickly stood up signaling with his hand for you to stay sitting down as he moved to the edge of the window to take a peak. Someone was caught after curfew, you both could hear the man screaming for help. Joel closed the curtain and turned around to see you attempting to get on your feet.
âThe hell are you doinâ?â He rushed to you as you balanced yourself on one foot.
âDonât! Donât come near me!â You hopped back on one foot not wanting him to touch you.
âDidnât I just say to stay off your foot?â
âI canât stay hereâ you looked around you hoping for something you could use as a weapon.
âI know what youâre gonna do, I know what youâve done to others-â you cried out. Joel stood still as you panicked, you had nowhere to go.
âI ainât gonna hurt youâ he tried his best to convince you but fear took over you. He attempted to move another step closer making you hop a step back, you grabbed a book you saw beside you and threw it at him, anything you could use to keep him away.
âNo! Please!â
âListen to meâ his expression and tone rather demanding although he didnât raise his voice. He didnât have to.
âI know youâre scared-â you began to cry knowing you didnât have a way out.
âbut ya ainât gonna have much luck goinâ out there. Youâre better off in hereâ you knew he was right. How the hell did you think you could pull off walking back to your home on one foot. You didnât want to give in but truthfully, there was no other option.
âSit downâ his lips tightened.
âB-back away..â he lifted his hands up showing mercy and took a step back.
Slowly and nervously you grabbed onto the wall and walked toward the touch, hopping on one foot you lost your balance but Joel rushed towards you and caught you with his hands on your hips. You gasped grabbing onto him, keeping yourself balanced on him.
âYou alright?â You could see the clear concern in his deep eyes. So much for keeping your distance from him, here he was keeping you on you balanced with his large hands. You didnât say a word and proceeded to let him help you sit down.
âWhyâŚ.why are you so insistent on helping me, what do you care about my foot?â
You finally asked.
Joel rubbed his chin as he stood up and turned away heading to the kitchen.
âHad I not pulled you so hard, your foot would be fineâ he turned towards the counter, facing you.
âSo this is to ease your guiltâ you responded.
âI ainât gonna be responsible for a young woman not making it back home safely.â Joel grabbed his bottle of whiskey and quickly took a chug. The moment he put it down he realized the way you stared at the bottle in his hands and realized what other things you could be thinking. You were already afraid of him, of course seeing him drink heavy liquor wasnât a help. You noticed by the way he looked at you that he caught on quickly and put the bottle away without saying a word of it. Looking away you placed your attention back to your foot, he noticed you wince as you reached over and gently brushed your hand over it.
âYou in pain?â
âNot too badâ you responded softly. Your nerves still eating at you, you tried to remain calm.
âShould get some rest, I can bring you to the bed. Iâll stay on the couch-â
âOh no, Iâm not taking the bed. Itâs fine, Iâm comfortable hereâ you could tell by the look on his face he wouldnât take no for an answer.
âFineâ you sighed. He proceeded to walk up to you as you looked at him confused.
âWhat-â he stopped in his tracks not trying to freak you out again.
âIâm just gonna take you to the bed, thatâs all. Donât need you fallinâ overâ
âRightâ you whispered with a nod. Joel crouched to your level, placing your arm around his neck he proceeded to pick you up and carry you to his bed.
Once he sat you down, you watched as he slowly bought your legs up on the bed. It was strange seeing how gentle he could be, with all the things youâve ever heard of Joel Miller, this sight wasnât one you expected.
âThat alright?â He looked up at you still crouching over you as he pulled a blanket over your legs. He noticed how you stared at him, your look distracting him.
âIâm sorry about your footâ his sudden apology caught you off guard, you could tell he wanted to say more as you looked up at him silently.
âNothinsâ gonna happen to ya here, ya hear me?â What were you to say?
âWhat do you think Iâm thinking?â your question causing him to look at you slightly puzzled.
âYouâreâŚafraid of meâ he finally responded. Afraid you were, but part of you also couldnât help but wonder how a man as dangerous as him could be so gentle to a woman he didnât even know.
âItâs justâŚthe Joel Miller that Iâve heard ofâŚit doesnât seem like the one who would gently lay me on his bed and make sure I was comfortableâŚthatâs allâ awkwardly you looked away as he stared down at you, his brows furrowed. Joel didnât know how to take your comment, it had been a significantly long time since heâs allowed anyone close to him, he didnât trust a soul.
âGet some restâ was all he could say before he left you alone..
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5.7k words, Joel x f!reader x Tommy | sequel here! A/N: ONE SHOT. I had to get this out of my system after that one Uncle Tommy line I wrote in september lol. Shoutouts to: @bonezone44 for being an Uncle Tommy stan, @/walkintotheriveranddisappear for running the center for dvp excellence, and everyone who's been supportive. đ¤ Multiple fic recs at the bottom! WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap, darkish miller bros, dubcon (coaxing/pressure, you aren't sure what Joel allows), use of "daddy," sharing, unsafe p in v (individually and together), oral, jacking off, creampies, cucking, MFM, DP (double vag), light degradation, praise, pet names, foot massage. AU where you don't overthink this fic. Youâre happy with Joel, but itâs not a healthy relationship with clear communication and boundaries. Joel carries reader. TW: incidental incest via MFM/DVP - If this isn't for you, please quietly move along.
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Joel squats down with one hand on the back of your chair. He admires your face then cups your cheek. âGotta do somethinâ, baby. Wonât be back tonight.â The casual announcement makes your heart race. He kisses you on the forehead, then stands up.Â
âWhat do you mean you wonât be back tonight?â
âItâs okay, baby. Uncle Tommyâs gonna stay with ya.â
Your face gets hot. Tommy tilts his head down and smiles at you from across the breakfast table. He raises his glass of juice in acknowledgement, but you donât look at him. You look squarely at Joel, caught off guard by his plans.
âDaddy,â you whine. âJust lemme come with you.âÂ
âAinât that kinda trip, darlinâ.âÂ
âWhy canât he do it?â
Tommy laughs silently and his voice goes up an octave. âWhatâsa matter, sweetheart? Donât wanna hang out?â He tilts his head and smiles, then his normal voice returns. âThatâs okay.â There's a glimmer in his eye.Â
Joel grabs his jacket and kisses you goodbye, then says, âDonât have too much fun without me,â and winks at Tommy. Then Joel's gone, just like that. Your tummy feels nervous as his truck starts, then drives away.Â
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It's Thanksgiving week. You have a lot to be thankful for. Joel loves you and takes good care of you. You have solar power and a nice farm with a secure perimeter. Tommy is visiting for the holiday. You met Tommy in passing long ago, but his girl at the time was with him, and that was before you were Joelâs. You were just the girl down the street. This week is the first time you've really spent time together.Â
Joel would kill any other man for touching you, but apparently he's different about Tommy. You're still figuring out how that works. Joel doesn't seem to mind what Tommy seesâor feelsâwhen the three of you are together. But what about when you're alone?Â
Does Joel know Tommy walked by the bedroom window and saw you undressing? Does he know Tommy came to apologize for that when you were fresh out of the shower, and saw you in a towel? Or that he looked you up and down, asked if Joel was treating you right, then gave a low whistle and adjusted himself before he left? Or that you touched yourself almost as soon as he closed the door?
*******
Last night, Joel put you in Tommy's lap in the armchair to give you a foot massage, and you tried not to react when Tommy got hard. âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered with his hands on your hips. He pulled you back against his hard bulge with a soft grunt and it gave you a shock of desire.Â
âIt's ok, darlin,â Joel echoed, kneeling at your feet. Joel placed your heel on his own hardening package as he worked on the ball of your foot.Â
Tommy's hand cupped your breast and you tensed.Â
Joel glanced up. âRelax, baby. It's just Uncle Tommy.âÂ
âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered again into your hair as his other hand crept up your thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb grazed your panties. Joel continued massaging you, unbothered, then switched to the other foot.Â
Tommy's thick fingers glided over your panties and you twitched as he felt the dampness. He lifted his hips with a soft grunt, then cleared his throat. âgonna take care of your girl tonight, Joel? She's drippinâ like a faucet.â Your cheeks burned, and Tommy ran his hand down your thigh.Â
Joel smiled with half his mouth as he glanced up. âmakinâ a mess already?â Joel shook his head. âClose your legs, darlin'.âÂ
Your stomach dropped and you stammered, âsorry, uh . . .â
But as soon as you closed your legs, Tommy lifted your dress up, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps. Joelâs face gave away nothing as he looked past you at Tommy. For a moment, you thought Tommy had gone too far. Then Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and Tommy held you back against his chest as Joel slid them off. Joel spread your knees, and Tommy's, and knelt between them, closer.Â
With his armpits resting over your thighs, Joel looked at your cunt hungrily and spread you open with his thumbs. You tilted your hips for him, feeling yourself gush. âGood girl,â he murmured, then planted his right forearm on your lower belly. With his right fingers pointing down, he ran them through your dripping folds, then drew in a deep breath through his nose before bringing his mouth between your legs.Â
Joel lapped at your weeping hole and sucked your clit. He fingered you and made out with your cunt like it was just another night, like he was getting ready to fuck you. Meanwhile, Tommy lightly grinded into your ass, breathing warm and wet into your hair and holding you gently in his strong arms as Joel devoured your pussy. Tommy rocked you gently on his lap, rocking you into Joelâs mouth. Joel ate you out at the same rhythm. When you came, Tommyâs arousal pressed harder against you and he grabbed your breast. He cooed, âgood girl.â Â
Joel didn't seem to mind, and it felt really good, but you got self conscious after you finished. Tommy caressed your arm as Joel wiped his mouth off. âI'm sleepy, daddy,â you looked at him with big eyes.
Joel looked at you fondly, squeezed your thigh, and said, âI know, darlinâ. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight.â You turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then mumbled âgoodnightâ without meeting his eyes.Â
â
Joel scooped you up in his arms. You went to bed with Joel and only Joel. As soon as he laid you down, you asked, âyou're not mad about Tommy touching me?â
âFelt good, didn't it?âÂ
You gave a small nod.Â
âNice havinâ four hands.â Joel raised his eyebrows and left it at that.Â
You eyed the protrusion in his jeans. âI'm cominâ, baby,â he reassured you as he unzipped them. He pulled his jeans and boxers down together and his massive erection sprang free. He prowled across the bed, settled between your legs, and you raised your knees, tilting your hips for him. âGood girl,â he whispered as he got himself into place.Â
âGod damn, even wetter now,â he muttered as he gathered your slick on his fingers and wiped it on his stiff cock. His tip prodded your dripping hole, then he pushed inside with a sigh, making you moan as he split you open. Joel bottomed out, and the sound that came out of his chest was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, âUungghh.â You whimpered in pleasure. Then, through the thin wall, you heard Tommy cum with a deep moan. Joel chuckled, then bowed his head and kissed you, pausing all the way inside.Â
Joel kissed you softly as he buried his length in you, and your lips broke away only to whimper, âDaddy.â
âYeah, baby doll,â he whispered into the pillow, right by your ear. âDaddyâs here.â You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you deep and slow. You imagined Tommy lying behind you, grinding against you, whispering âgood girl,â copping a feel as Joel fucked you. You moaned and whimpered under Joel as he brought you to the brink again. Then, as your wet little pussy fluttered around his cock, he groaned and bottomed out to fill you with his seed.Â
**********
Now itâs morning, Joel's gone, and you're left alone with his brother. His brother with the sweet smile, soft voice, and big dick that felt so hard against you. Don't have too much fun without me, Joel said. . . With a wink. Â Unsure what to do with that, you avoid Tommy for most of the day, and he doesn't make you hang out with him. He works in the yard and you catch a few glimpses. He gets hot and takes off his flannel, exposing his wifebeater and oversized belt buckle. As he dabs his forehead with his shirt, his bicep swells and the veins on his hand bulge.
Tommy comes in and takes a shower in the other bathroom. Thereâs a knock on your bedroom door, then it opens. Youâre not sure why you didnât lock it. Tommyâs wearing jeans, boxers, and nothing else. Your eyes linger on his strong chest. He leans with his hand against the door frame. âThink Joel would let me borrow a shirt? Wasnât planninâ to work up a sweat,â he chuckles.Â
Tommy crosses his muscular arms over his thick, bare chest as you get a white t-shirt out of Joel's dresser and toss it to him. Tommyâs jeans ride down as he lifts his arms and puts the shirt on in front of you. He catches you looking as his head comes through the hole, then he rakes his fingers through his curls. A subtle smile forms, his eyes twinkle, and he gives you a little nod before he walks away.Â
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Later, you're taking a bath. You sigh as you sink into the water. Then there's a click as the doorknob lock is effortlessly picked. The door opens and Tommy smiles at you with his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He closes the door behind him. The tub squeaks as you quickly pull up your knees to cover your breasts.Â
âMusta been touchinâ yourself, huh?â he chuckles as he approaches the tub. âDon't stop on my account.â He winks and his eyes fall on your legs. You scooch them closer together in case he can see through the bathwater.Â
Your chest feels warm. You look down and away.
Tommy takes a seat on the tiled floor in front of the garden tub. âCâmon sweetheart, don't be shy.â his arm moves out of view, unbuttoning his jeans. Your nipples harden. He tilts his head to peek from the side and smiles.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly and a low squeak echoes as you shift in the tub.Â
âWanna see ya do it. Go on, finish what ya started.â Â
âI wasn't.â
âThere's no shame in it, sweetheartâ
You swallow and look down.
He studies your face and repeats, âNothin' to be âshamed of. You know that. Right?â
âTell your brother that,â you whisper and instantly regret it. You pinch your eyes shut and add, âNo, don't. . .Please.â
âOh shit,â Tommy whispers. âYa canât, can ya?âÂ
You barely shake your head, eyes still closed.Â
Tommy chuckles. âControlling fucker, ain't he?âÂ
You look at Tommy and your eyes widen with some defiant glimmer of hope. âGod damn,â he whispers. âkeepinâ his girl from touchinâ herself.â He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval. Â
He smiles apologetically. âGuess Daddy knows best, huh?â He tugs his jeans off, and you watch unabashed. As his pants come off, his boxers ride down, exposing his short, dark pubic hair. You canât help but admire the way his thigh muscles swell out from his boxers. Â
He palms himself over the fabric and raises his eyebrows. âWanna see it, donât ya?â He smiles knowingly at you.Â
You donât answer. He shows you anyway, pulling the waistband down under his balls. He's neatly trimmed and his balls are big. He's engorged but not fully hard.Â
âDo me a favor and spit in my hand, sweetheart.â He holds it out in front of you. You look back and forth between his eyes, then his freckles. He's a handsome man. His hand stays there, waiting patiently. You gather saliva in your mouth, tilt your head forward, and let it drop into his palm.Â
âGood girl,â he murmurs.Â
He wraps his hand around his cock and You look into the bath water as his eyes devour your body. In the corner of your eye, you can see him at full mast. He breathes heavier, then moves positions. He sits with his right side against the tub, facing you. He strokes himself with his left hand and dips his right hand into the water. You flinch away then try to relax. The backs of Tommyâs fingers graze your calf under the water. You squeeze your thighs together.Â
âDon't get shy on me now, cupcake.â He reaches behind your calf and touches the back of your leg, near your ass. Your legs involuntarily part. He wouldn't do anything Joel wouldn't like. Would he? Somehow the tension of the situation is only making you want it more. His fingers creep between your legs and caress your inner thigh crease. He sucks in a chest full of air, then gets on his knees. He brings his left hand to your mouth again for lube.Â
âGood girl.â The squelch of his hand around his cock echoes with the new moisture. He searches your face as half his mouth breaks into a smile. He holds your inner thigh as he jacks off. Then he straightens your leg so he can see your body better. âGod damn,â he murmurs, and the sound of his voice is sharpened by the tile. He rubs your thigh, spits into his other hand, keeps tugging at his cock, then when he's close, he gets up and sits on the edge of the tub. Itâs impossible not to look at his stiff, angry cock, glistening with your combined saliva. You still have one knee bent above the waterâthe knee furthest from him.Â
He pumps himself and stands up to face you. âYou wanna know how I taste?â He asks.Â
You hesitantly shake your head no, unsure if it would be crossing a line. âOkay, sweetheart. Don't have to.â He aims his cock at the water over your lap, then closes his eyes and groans. âOhh, God. ohhhh,â it lands sharply in your ears as he erupts. Silky ropes of cum dance in the water, some of it wrapping around your thigh. When he's finished, he pulls his boxers back up, then his jeans, but doesn't zip them up. He sits on the edge of the tub again, leans over it, and kisses you on the forehead. Then he whispers in your ear, âI'll make dinner.âÂ
â-
You eat together at the kitchen table. There's a cornucopia centerpiece. The scant conversation is about winter and gardening, until he reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh. You want him so bad, you blurt out, âwhatâs happening?âÂ
He replies, âHuh?â with his hand still on your thigh.Â
You search Tommyâs face. âYou said it yourself, heâs controlling.â You shift in your chair and he takes his hand back. You continue, âWhy doesnât he care if you. . .âÂ
âAh,â Tommy smiles down at his plate. âWell. . .â He turns his chair to face you instead of the table. He sits back and manspreads, and his hands rest on his thighs. âIâm just another body to love ya with, sugar.â His eyes drift to the cornucopia. âAnd I sure am thankful for it.âÂ
His eyes return to you, and your heart flutters.Â
âHe can love on ya when he ainât here, even.â One of his hands slides up his own thigh to rest closer to his groin. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and nods, admiring you as he slowly exhales. His eyes are darker.Â
A desperate want is stirring in your belly. It seems too good to be true. You abruptly announce, âIâm tired. Iâm gonna go to bed.â
âOkay, cupcake. Câmere,â Tommy opens his arms.Â
You stand between his legs, bend forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. As you pull your head back, his hands on your hips pull you into sitting on his thigh. He brings a hand to your cheek, and it melts you. âI wouldnât do nothinâ he wouldnât want,â he reassures you.
You nod.Â
âEnd up on the wrong side of the dirt,â he chuckles. When you donât laugh, he clarifies, âMe, not you. Heâd never hurt ya, cupcake.âÂ
Then he cradles your head with both hands, studying your eyes and lips. He wets his lips, and your lips part, watching him. Half his mouth twitches. Youâre warm all over. He leans in and looks at your mouth again, getting closer. When you can practically feel the heat of his lips on yours, you close the gap and feel a rush of need when your mouths come together. His lips are soft, and the kiss is tender. You pull away after two seconds.Â
âGoodnight,â you whisper.Â
â---
You lie in bed missing Joel, wishing he would come home. You feel more at ease with the two of them. Your mind drifts to Tommy. At this rate, you wish he would stay. Youâre almost asleep when the bedroom door creaks open.Â
âDaddy?â When you turn over, the moonlit silhouette is Tommy's. He's only wearing boxers and there's already a tent in them. He lifts the covers, and the mattress dips under his weight.Â
You ask, âWhat are you doing?â
â'Sâokay, cupcake, I told ya. Promise he wonât be mad.â
âHow do you know for sure?â
âYour daddy and I been sharinâ our toys for fifty years.â
Your stomach turns, but Tommy adds, âYou're the most special of all, ya know.â He scoots closer. âNever seen him in love before.âÂ
You feel your body warming and opening up for him.Â
âHe wants ya to get what ya need, baby,â Tommy whispers.Â
Your heart pounds.Â
âEven told me your secret word,â Tommy adds.Â
âHe did?â
âIf ya really want me to stop, all ya gotta say is Appleseed.â How would he know that unless Joel told him?Â
You turn away from Tommy and he doesn't waste any time before spooning you. His strong arm rests over you and his hand cups a breast. He kisses your neck, soft and wet. The thick, warm rod in his boxers grazes your lower back as he tongues your delicate skin. He kisses your neck with increasing passion, and he kneads your breast. Then his arousal fully presses against you through his boxers and your nightgown. Â
He curves his body around you and pulls you back into him. He sighs and his engorged cock twitches against your crack, giving you a surge of desire. He slides his hand into your nightgown from the top to palm your naked breast and sighs as he grinds against you. Â
âGod damn, sweetheart,â he whispers as your nipple hardens against his palm. He takes his hand out of your nightgown and cups your breast on top of it again, then his hand slowly slides down your sleepwear, feeling every inch of your torso before arriving at your bare thigh. He nudges his fingers under the hem of your nightgown and slides his hand up your thigh. When his hand reaches your pussy, your top leg lifts ever so slightly, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You're not wearing underwear.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers. Youâre aching to have him inside you. âDrippinâ for me ain't ya, baby?âÂ
He circles your clit, and you moan softly. There's a wet spot on his boxers pressing into you. âFuckâ he mutters and backs up his hips. âDamnit, Iâm drippinâ, too,â he chuckles. âTakinâ these off.âÂ
After taking his boxers off, Tommy hovers over you and youâre still on your side. Tommy's hand comes back to your breast, and you turn your face toward his. Your lips meet, and after two seconds, you donât pull away. His lips push yours open and you accept his tongue. You breathe through your nose as he licks into your mouth. Â
Tommy pulls back and reads your face, then gives you another soft kiss before settling in behind you, against you, curled around you again. His naked cock is smooth and warm against your ass. He grinds against you for a minute as he massages your breast and moans into your hair. Then his hand drifts down between your legs and he groans at how wet you are.Â
âI gotta be in ya, sugar.â Tommy backs up and wedges his rigid cock between your thighs, and it glides smoothly through your mess of arousal. His tip reaches your clit. Youâre throbbing needily. Your hips tilt on their own, offering him your hole.Â
âFuck,â Tommy says as his tip finds your entrance. âFuck. Thatâs right, baby.â he pushes his tip into you. You're dying for it, but you're still a little tense and it's making you even tighter.Â
âGod damn, you feel good. Can't imagine when he firstâ.â He pushes into you, trying to let your body relax and accommodate his girth. âOh shit, mmmâthat musta beenâFuck.â He pushes a little further. âRelax for me, baby.â He withdraws some then thrusts further into you. âRelax, sugar,â he whispers. âJust breathe.â You take a deep breath and relax. The last of him slides in and he bottoms out. âOhh, good girl. There we go.â He palms your breast and you melt into him. âWeâre right here, baby.âÂ
Heâs got you speared on his cock, spread apart by his girth. âGod damn. What a good girl.âÂ
With his cock fully sheathed, his thick fingers rub circles on your nipple. You moan, twitching around the new cock buried in the hot center of your body. âMmm,â he growls into your hair, still not moving. You need friction. He breathes deeply. âbreathe with me, baby.â You breathe with him and feel yourself relax more.Â
âPlease,â you whine, beginning to move your hips.Â
His voice is husky. âGod damn. Look at ya, sugar. Fuckinâ yourself on Uncle Tommyâs cock?â
âPlease,â you whimper again.Â
âWhat's your daddy gonna think?âÂ
Your walls twitch and your heart skips a beat. âYou saidââ
âYeah. . .He'll be fine, sweetheart..â Tommy begins to move his hips. âHeâd be proudâa ya, takinâ this cock like such a good girl.â
He begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm, breathing heavily and cursing softly. You begin to relax with his hand mapping the front of your body, and his stiff cock thrusting into you. He palms your tit again and your head tilts back against him. He kisses your neck, and your body opens for him even more. Your cunt swallows him up with every thrust.Â
âOhh, Joel's a lucky man,â he pants with his dick easily sliding into you, making you whole. âShit, I'm lucky, tooâuggh.â You push back on him as he fills you with his stiff cock.Â
He asks, âLittle harder?âÂ
âMm,â you nod.Â
He slams into you and you moan.Â
âYeah, that's our girl.âÂ
Soon, youâre lost in the pleasure of Tommyâs thick cock pounding you.Â
The front door unlocks and you freeze. Youâre both facing away from the bedroom door. ââSâokay,â Tommy reminds you. He slows his hips, then bottoms out and pauses. âCâmere,â he wraps his arms around you and with his cock still inside, he rolls over on his back, then sets you down on your other side, arms still wrapped around you, his cock only sliding out half way in the process.
As soon as youâre settled, he bottoms out again with a soft moan. Â You and Tommy are both facing the bedroom door now. The covers are down around your waist. The handle moves, then the door opens. The silhouette is Joel with his sleeves rolled up.Â
â---
As Joel approaches the bed, the moonlight hits him and his face is dark.Â
âSheâs so good, Joel,â Tommy pants, with you still full of his cock.
Joel comes to the bed and crouches down. âGod damn.â Joel gently takes your jaw in his hand and tilts his head. He studies your face, then his eyes land on yours affectionately. âCouldn't go one day, could ya?â He smiles with his eyes and relief washes over you. Â
âMâsorry daddy,â you sigh. âAre you mad?â
âNo, baby.â Tommy is fucking you slowly. âI ain't mad.â Joel slowly stands up and palms himself over his jeans as he watches your body move to the slow rhythm of Tommyâs thrusts.Â
âReally?â
âBaby, I keep ya stuffed so fullâa cock. . . can't blame ya for needinâ it.â
âYeah,â you whimper.Â
âThat's what Uncle Tommy's here for,â Tommy whispers.Â
âNow I get to see ya,â Joel says âAll of ya,â Joel gently pulls the covers all the way off. Then Joel tugs up at the hem of your nightgown and kneels down to take it off you.Â
You try to move forward, reaching for Joel, but Joel puts his hand on your bare chest and Tommy pulls you back, bottoming out again with a moan.Â
âWant yours,â you whimper.
âShhh. You're gonna get it.âÂ
You watch Joel take off all his clothes, and as he does it, he watches you moving at a slow rhythm. When Joelâs naked, he spits in his hand. He stands by the bed watching you get fucked by his brother, taking in the view as he squeezes his cock.Â
âDaddy, please,â you whine.Â
Joel sits down on the bed. Tommy scooches back to make more room and brings you back with him, still impaled on his cock. Joel lies down and faces you. He gets right up against you, and the first thing he does is kiss you. His hard cock lays against your clit and mound, throbbing for you. You moan into his mouth as Tommyâs cock drags slowly inside you from behind. Â
Joelâs arm wedges between your back and Tommyâs chest, grabbing hold of you. Joel nudges you upward. Tommy takes the hint and pulls out. You wrap your leg over Joelâs hip. His eyes scan your face, marveling at your feral want. Joelâs hand, still on your back, slides down your ass and hooks under it, between your legs, feeling your sopping wet cunt from the back. âGod damn, baby. This all you or did Uncle Tommy cum already?â
âNot yet,â Tommy answers.Â
Joelâs tip slides through your folds, then he pulls back and notches himself at your entrance. He moves his hand to your hip, and pushes into you with a sigh. You're so wet and aroused, he sinks all the way into you. âFuck,â Joel breathes. âoh, yeahâugghhâswallowed me right up, baby.â He marvels at how relaxed you are. With Joelâs arm out of the way, Tommyâs tummy returns flush against your back, with his hard, wet cock pressing against your ass cheek. He grabs your tit.Â
Joel buries his cock in you. âOh baby, you love this, donât ya?âÂ
You nod. âLove your cock, daddy.âÂ
âYouâre takinâ it so good, baby. Think youâre wet enough forâohh, darlinâ.â He grinds against you, deep inside you. âYou wanna ride this cock, baby?âÂ
You nod. Joel slides out of you and you whimper at the loss as he rolls onto his back. Joel lies face up and holds his cock for you. He whispers, âCâmere baby,â but you're already on your way.Â
You straddle him and sink right down on him with a whimpered, âdaddy,â then bend forward, putting your tits against Joelâs chest. Tommyâs slowly stroking himself and watching.Â
âCâmere,â Joel whispers and reaches for your head. He pulls your face into his for a passionate kiss as you grind into him with his cock buried in you. It only takes a few seconds of grinding into Joel for your walls to spasm.Â
âOh god,â he mutters as you contract around him. âohâoh, God, baby.âÂ
As you finish coming on Joel's cock, your whole body relaxes. Youâre even wetter and more open than you were before. âNow youâreâoh yeah, youâre good,â Joel whispers to himself with his hands on the backs of your thighs. You both breathe for a moment and you begin to slowly move again.
Joel licks his finger then reaches over your ass, his hand approaching your hole from behind. You stop moving as he gently wedges the thick digit into your cunt from the top so his fingernail is against his cock. âYeah,â he whispers, moving the finger around, checking how much you'll stretch. âYeah,â he says as his head turns and he glances at Tommy.Â
Joel cups your cheek and reads your face. âCan I fuck ya with two cocks, baby?âÂ
You spasm with an aftershock. âIt won't fit,â you protest, but the thought of it turns you on. Your hips begin to move again. You're taking his cock and his finger.Â
âCan we find out, baby doll?â Joel asks.
You slowly move on his cock and finger, with your face close to his. Your clit is throbbing. âYou aren't worried to stretch me?â
âYou'll snap right back, baby,â Joel pants as he wedges another finger in with his cock.Â
âI dunno if I can,â you whine. Â
âItâs okay, darlinâ. Let's find out.â
âOkay,â you whisper.Â
Tommy gets up on his knees and gets close to Joel's shoulder, near your head. Â
âGet it nice and wet,â Joel tells you. Â
Without getting off Joel's cock, you turn your head enough to accept Tommy's cock into your mouth. You let saliva pool under your tongue, then swirl it all over his shaft until he's dripping. âalrightâ Tommy whispers, then you deposit the rest of the saliva from under your tongue. âAlright, don't make me cum, sweetheart.âÂ
Tommy straddles Joelâs legs behind you while Joel hugs you close.Â
Tommy nudges your occupied hole. Joel slowly removes his fingers and Tommyâs tip finds its place between the first cock and the back wall of your cunt. Once Tommy's tip is nestled there, Joelâs fingers leave you and both his hands hold your sides.Â
âDeep breath,â Tommy whispers. You draw in a chest full of air, and when you begin to exhale, he begins to push in.Â
It burns for a moment as Tommyâs cockhead breaches your dripping hole, but his smooth, wet cock feels better than the fingers. âFuck,â Tommy mutters as he pushes further.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper. âIt's a lot.â
âI know it is, darlinâ, you're doinâ so good.â
âBreathe with me, sweetheart,â Tommy whispers. You take deep breaths and try to relax. The burn fades as your body catches up. The stretch is only a little uncomfortable around their shafts at the very edge of you. Deeper inside, you feel a fullness you couldn't have imagined. Â
âGood,â Joel says. âdoinâ real good, baby. You wanna keep goinâ?âÂ
You nod. You take deep breaths and bow your head as Tommy sinks in a little more.Â
âGod damn, baby. Packed full of it, ainât ya?âJoel marvels. The look on his face makes you twitch.Â
You lock eyes with Joel, bite your lip, and nod. Joel tilts his hips down toward the bed and you groan into Joelâs chest as Tommy pushes into you as much as he can. The burn is fading, and the sense of fullness overwhelms you in the best way. It's not just physical. You close your eyes and savor it. Joelâs hips begin to move. He slides against your front wall, nudging just the right place, making you whimper.Â
Tommy slides in rhythm, and his breathing is labored. âOhhh,â he moans. âShit-âugggh.â He warns Joel, âI'm pretty close, brother.â
Joel looks like he's making a calculation behind his eyes. Then he reads your face. âYou want double the cum, baby?âÂ
You nod.Â
âThat's my girl,â Joel whispers. âThatâs my perfect lil girl.â His hips wiggle under you.
âOhh-fff-uugghâ Tommy pants and pulls back.Â
Joel moves his hips and slides within your stuffed hole. Tommy stays still while Joel thrusts a few small strokes and you groan. Tommy pushes forward and you sigh. Joel kisses you. You push back and Tommy slides forward. Joel does another slow thrust upward, then Tommy says âfuck,â pushes another inch, then begins to cum. âOh god,â Tommy groans. His dick pulses and pulses in your packed cunt as his warm release coats your walls and Joel's cock.Â
âJesus,â Tommy sighs, then begins to pull out of you. The burn returns as the crown of his tip crests your entrance on its way out. Then you whimper in relief. There's a sense of loss as your body slowly draws itself back in, but it's a major comfort still being wrapped around Joel's cock. Tommy lies down on his back to recover.Â
âYou did so good baby,â Joel brushes your cheek and his hips lift as your body adjusts itself back to his girth. âYa like havinâ two cocks?â Itâs the first time you havenât felt packed full from Joelâs cock alone, and your temples feel weak.Â
You nod hesitantly. âDo I still feel good?â
âOh darlinâ, you feel so good,â he breathes and the tension melts away from your face.Â
âYeah, I liked it,â you whisper. âBut I only need one.âÂ
He cradles your head and it feels like it's just the two of you. âLove you so much,â he whispers, and brings your face to his again, rolling his hips under you. He kisses you deeply and grinds up into you with his cock all the way inside. Your mouth breaks away with a moan, and your hips begin to move, bringing an obscene squelching sound with them.Â
âOh darlinâ,â Joel whispers, and he pulls you back into a kiss. He grunts into your mouth with a sharp thrust upward, and the tension boils over. You begin to clench around him. Joel breaks the kiss with a shudder, then he moans your name as you flutter around his cock. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you flush, then pulses with a groan. âOhhhh, fuckâohhh,â he sighs as he releases a massive load, more than doubling the cum inside you. The rhythm of Joelâs cock soothes you as his load combines with Tommy's.Â
â--
You stay on Joelâs cock for a few minutes, and he strokes your back, praising you quietly. Tommy falls asleep. Eventually you sigh and whine, "I have to go to the bathroom.âÂ
âOk, baby,â Joel whispers and begins to help you off his cock.Â
When you come back, Joel helps you into bed between them. You face Joel and he kisses you good night. You feel thankful for him as you drift off to sleep.Â
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sequel here
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Thank you for reading đ¤ I know people want updates on certain Joels but I haven't been having the easiest time and sometimes writing something new is lower-pressure.
Uncle Tommy is a brain worm I've had for a couple months ever since I blurted it out in another series.
I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print
And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey
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FIC RECS
If you like brotherly sharing, a couple of my personal favorites are
I can be your pretty girl part 4, and part 5 by (RIP) walkintotheriveranddisappear who sadly inactivated
Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles,
If you like the idea of daddy/uncle, @bonezone44 has Joel, tommy, and Ezra.
More brotherly sharing - Smack My Bitch Up, a raider AU by @milla-frenchy.
If you wanna suck Tommy's big balls, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin has you covered.
More fic recs (and more to come) on my rec blog @toxicrecs.
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deliveries
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warnings: ex!rafe, reconciliation, kinda sugar daddy rafe but he just likes taking care of his girl mhm iktr
âcan i say no?â you sigh.
âsay no? did you not place this delivery?â the man raises his eyebrows.
âi didn't. my- my ex did.â
âwell, i have to deliver it, maâam, but i don't care what you do with it afterwards. give it to your friends or throw it out.â the man sets the bags of food at your doorstep, snapping a picture before walking off.
you can't blame him, plus it's probably a situation he's never encountered before.
you sigh as you pick up the bags, carrying them into the kitchen counter. packages, deliveries and letters have been showing up on your doorstep for two weeks, ever since you broke up with rafe.
you're sick of it at this point. as you go through the food, picking out something to eat for dinner (you're not just gonna let it go to waste!) you grab your phone and unblock rafes number.
you wonder how long it will take him to realize as you sit at your desk and eat. you're in an apartment complex with pretty tight security, it's the only reason why rafe isn't knocking at your door himself, instead sending whoever he can to get a message to you, while simultaneously making sure you have plenty of food to eat and things to take care of yourself with.
you answer your phone after the first ring. you deleted his contact, but rafes number is forever memorized in your head.
âstop sending me things.âÂ
âbaby, its a relief to hear your voice again.â rafe sighs, sounding genuinely happy, like a weight is suddenly off his chest. âplease, let me just talk to you. i miss you so much.â
âno, rafe. we broke up. you need to stop.âÂ
âwhy'd you break up with me? what did you tell me princess?â rafe questions. âi wasn't giving you enough attention. now im giving you everything. please, y/n.â he pleads. âim not going to stop.â
you take a deep sigh. you really love rafe, despite your relationship being only six months old when you broke up with him, it was just too much. too much attention from your friends and too much pressure from his family. it pushed your relationship farther apart until rafe barely paid attention to you, receiving constant questions from his dad and friends.
âyou have to, rafe. clearly things weren't working out. we tried. we can say that. gave it a fair shot.â
âim not done trying. yes, i let my family and other people get into my head about our relationship, but im done with that bullshit. i want you back.â
âlet me think about it, okay?â it's an olive branch. the best thing that you can extend right now.
âokay.â rafe agrees. âhow about i call you friday?â
you glance at the calendar hanging over your desk. two days. two days to think. you're not sure it's enough or too much.
âthat works⌠but rafe, stop sending me stuff.â
âi can't, baby.â you can practically see the way he's shaking his head right now. âgotta take care of my girl, even if you don't wanna see me.â
âfine.â you groan. you know there's no talking rafe out of it. âorder me some lemonade next time then.â
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you yawn as you wake up with a big stretch, instinctively reaching over to the other side of the bed. your hand pats the sheets before remembering that you left rafe.
you slide out of bed, heading towards your kitchen to get something for breakfast when a knock on your door interrupts you.
âone second!â you're in pajamas, but they're far too small and tight to answer the door in. you rush back into your bedroom and pull a robe on to cover up.
âhi!â the delivery woman smiles. ây/n?â
âyup.â you nod, stepping to the side. âdo you mind just setting it down on the counter?â
the woman places the bags down before saying goodbye and seeing herself out. you sigh and look into the bags, eyes bulging when you see velvet boxes carefully placed inside one of them.
you pull out one of the boxes, gasping when a beautiful diamond necklace is revealed. you continue to open them, realizing rafe bought you jewelry of almost every variety.
âoh, gosh.â you grab a note, opening it to see his handwriting.
it's just what you deserve. i love you and want you back. can't wait to talk to you tomorrow.
rafe
p.s. i paid your rent for the next three months
you grab your phone before even looking in the other bag, dialing rafes number. he picks up almost instantly.
âyou know you can't buy my love, right?âÂ
âim not trying to.â rafe says. âim just trying to take care of you. did you get the breakfast?â
you peek into the other bag, seeing a stack of delicious looking pancakes inside a clear container, as well as some other options.
âyeah, ill eat it in a minute.â
âgood.â you can practically hear rafes smile over the phone.
âhow about we meet up in person to talk tomorrow instead of on the phone?â
âill go wherever you want.â
âour first date.â is all you say before hanging up, grabbing the pancakes and container holding scrambled eggs.
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you're aware you didn't say what time as you pull up to the pier. it's a warm day, sunny with almost no clouds in the sky, but a light breeze gives you the perfect amount of cooling.
you walk down the pier, unable to hold back your smile when you see rafe sitting on the bench where you ate ice cream on your first date after finally agreeing to let him take you out.
rafe watches you carefully as you sit down next to him.
âyou're wearing the necklace i got you.â he smiles, seeing the gold chain around your neck.
âi am.â you nod.Â
âcan i⌠can i hug you? ive missed you so much baby.â
you nod again, not sure you can find your voice as rafes arms wrap around your body, holding you into his side. you snuggle into his chest, eyes sliding shut.Â
âlove you so much.â rafe says, pressing kisses to the top of your head. âso much i messed up the first time not trying to be too obsessed. i just didn't want to make you run away, turns out i did the exact opposite and you felt ignored. you know how my dad isâŚâ rafe trails off as you pick your head up to look at him.
âwe shouldn't have let others get between us.â you know you're not innocent in it either, contributing just as much to rafe to the tension that had grown between the two of you.
âand we won't let it happen again now that we know.â rafe says, a promising look in his eyes. you swear it looks like he might cry as you nod.
he ducks his head, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss. you fist your hands in his shirt, keeping him close as you kiss back, having missed his lips on yours more than you'd like to admit.
âdoes this mean you'll tell security im allowed back in?â rafe laughs gently, cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.
âhmm, i guess.â you giggle.
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Letâs Stay Home . EE
pairing: emily engstler x reader
synopsis: just a small fic about how your girl is absolutely infatuated with you
A/N: this was a request, but i accidentally deleted it! so if you requested emily x girly!reader, this was meant for you love!

âbaby, our reservation is in like 35 minutesâ emily called from her seat at the edge of your shared bed âwe gotta go!â
âi know, i know! im hurryingâ you called back, voice muffled behind the connecting bathrooms door.
you were stowed away in the bathroom still trying to make sure your makeup and hair were flawless all while trying to pull up your dress past your thighs. it was your 2 year anniversary with emily tonight and she had made plans to take you out to a nice dinner to celebrate, but now you were about to be late because of this damn dress. it was a stunning thing, a deep blue calf length gown that hugged you just right. the neckline was a bit revealing for your taste, but was partially covered by a strip of satin that crossed the top of your breasts and cascaded off your right shoulder. itâs only downside was the stupid zipper that wouldnât budge.
âemily can you help me get this up? and maybe help me put this necklace on? i canât do itâ you huffed, stumbling out the door as you tried to slip on your heels. a simple necklace dangled from between your fingers as you latched the strap of your shoe.
âYNâ she had said, standing but not moving, biting her lip.
âwhat?â you pouted upon seeing her expression âis it too much? ugh, i knew i should have gone with a different dressâ
âno, babyâ she finally walked over to stand behind you, tattooed hands finding the zipper of the dress âyou look stunningâ
you smiled, relieved that she had liked it after all. âthank youâ
without a response, she pulled the zipper up to the top making sure it was secure. you handed her the necklace, giving her those eyes you knew she couldnât resist. but you didnât have to. she would do anything you asked no matter how silly it was. emily draped the gem studded necklace around your neck, clasping it with ease.
her hands lingered on you to keep you in place. they wandered from the back of your neck to your shoulders, moving painfully slow. her touch sent shivers throughout your body. calloused hands roamed any bare spot of skin making you close your eyes in contentment. she was your weakness.
âwhat happened to hurrying up?â you remarked as her head dipped down, lips connecting with the skin her hands once graced.
she placed wet kisses along your soft skin, hands now falling to your torso. her finger tips teased at dangerous territory, just along the undersides of your breasts. your dressed bunched up around your hips as she grabbed at you desperately.
âmmmâ she sighed, pulling you against her forcing your backside to mold into her perfectly âmaybe we should stay homeâ
yea, letâs stay home you wanted to say. but you had been waiting for this night all week and you just wanted to spend some (rare) quality time with your girl.
âno, i really want to goâ you said, forcing yourself to turn in her arms so you could face her. âyou went through all that trouble for the reservation and i wanna spend time with you!â
she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back dramatically. all you could muster was an eye roll as you clutched her biceps.
âplus,â you purred, making her look down at you curiously âthe surprise i had for tonight would be ruinedâ
âsurprise?â her eyebrow quirked.
you placed your hands over hers, nodding your head in conformation. she let you take full control of her as you dragged her hands down the sides of your body over the blue satin, fingers trailing over the seams. you could sense her breathe hitch in her throat when she realized. hands reaching the plump of your rear, feeling the outline of lace underwear underneath your gown.
âdonât want to spoil it do you?â you leaned in to whisper in her ear, nipping at the lobe.
ânoâ she croaked out, cheeks going warm with a deep scarlet âno, youâre right, letâs goâ
you smiled in satisfaction, proud of your little stunt. she found the small of your back to guide you out of your room and to the car. it was easy to tell by the way she held you that she wasnât going to end the night without that surprise.
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A/N: yay!! my first emily fic!! feedback is much appreciated :)
#emily engstler#emily engstler x reader#wcbb#wcbb x reader#wnba#wnba basketball#lesbian#wlw#foreingersgod
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Where Do Humans Come From?
(CW: mentions of birth, violence, and cannibalism!)
Jevin folded his arms.
âAnd you expect me to believe that? That humans need a whole other person to make more babies? That they DONâT just shed some of their bodies on biomass and let it grow into a child? This is what youâre honestly expecting me to believe?â
He was sitting at a table at one of the bars in Keralisâ base, surrounded on all sides by other Hermits. Cheryl, the pillager bartender, rolled her eyes and poured Jevin a fresh glass of lighter fluid, which he took and sipped.Â
âYes, thatâs exactly what weâre saying,â Cleo groaned into their palms, âThatâs not how humans make babies.âÂ
âOkay, so, how DO humans make babies, then? If youâre so smart.â Jevin frowned.Â
Keralis stood from his stool and sashayed over.Â
âI will explain!â He said proudly, âI know EXACTLY where human babies come from.âÂ
âDo you, now?â Cleo sighed.Â
âYes, I do.â Keralis nodded. A few of the tendrils poking out of his back gave an errant flick, and he gestured with them and his hands.Â
âSo first, mama and papa meet, and they cuddle a bit. Then, they fight! The winner gets to carry the babies. And then, inside of the winner, it all happens. Hundreds of little whelps all snap awake. But no! They are tiny! So they fight, yes? All the hundreds of babies all ripping chunks off each other. They all eat each otherâs bodies and souls until only one is left- the very strongest one! And then, uhâŚâÂ
Keralis scratched his head.Â
âI think they punch their way out of the parent. Itâs fine, everyone has respawn.â Keralis said proudly, âAnd THAT is where human babies come from.â
Cleo groaned and facepalmed.Â
âThatâs the dumbest thing I have ever heard,â she growled.Â
âItâs not!â Keralis huffed, âOkay, Cleo, then where do human babies come from, hmmm?â
âThey donât rip each other apart! Thatâs ridiculous!â Â Cleo huffed.Â
âOkay. So. Like. Where? Since you apparently know.â Jevin said, slurping at his lighter fluid.
Cleo rolled their eyes.Â
âItâs simple,â she said, âThereâs a species of small, soulless, human-shaped husks that emerge from the ground. Like plants, you know? They gotta come from somewhere. So letâs take Joe as an example. Joeâs mum and dad wanted a kid, so they went to this field, found a husk they liked the look of, and both bit the husk and infected it with humanity. Perfect baby, ready to go. Then you justâŚraise it, I guess?âÂ
Keralis tilted his head.Â
â...Inchwesting. And why has Princess not showed me the human garden, then?âÂ
âBecause OBVIOUSLY the humans want to keep it a secret!â Cleo gestured wildly, âIf your whole species went to one spot to reproduce, of course youâd want it to be extremely secure! Iâm sure itâs a private, human-only server.âÂ
Keralis nodded, a few of his void-slick tendrils squirming in sympathy.Â
âThat does make sense.â He agreed, âOkay, maybe it makes more sense than what I was thinking.âÂ
âAll of you are idiots,â Doc declared, stomping over. He had a martini in one hand and a Hawaiian shirt over his lab coat, and his fur was slightly soaked with seawater.Â
He waved the empty glass at Cheryl, who rolled her eyes, HRMMPHâed, and set to mixing him a new one.Â
âOkay, smart guy, then where DO Human babies come from?â Jevin huffed.Â
âHuman babies come from eggs,â Doc said confidently, âI read it in a book. Humans have eggs inside them.âÂ
Cleo and Keralis shared a look.Â
âI donât think thatâs right.â Cleo said, âI mean-âÂ
âI think Princess would have mentioned,â Keralis said, âI think Princess said it was a special thing, about mammals? And not having eggs?â
âYeah, Hypno mentioned that too,â Jevin said, âItâs this whole big thing, with humans?â Â
âNo, they do! I read a book!â Doc insisted, âAnyway. As you know, when you have an egg in you, you reach inside yourself with a hand- it phases through, itâs not painful- and you place it in moss. Damp moss, obviously, to promote proper growth. Now humans donât have moss on them, but I assume they use stone or wood or something.âÂ
âConcrete?â Jevin offered.Â
âOr concrete. Anyway, the parents tend to the egg, it hatches. Baby.â Doc gestured.Â
Cheryl sighed and handed him his martini.Â
âThanks.â
She shook her head, and the four hermits stared at her.Â
âSomething to add, Cheryl?â Cleo sighed.Â
âHRM-HRMPH!â Cheryl snapped, folding her arms.Â
The four Hermits frowned.Â
âWe are NOT idiots!â Jevin huffed.Â
Cheryl rolled her eyes and went back to swabbing a glass with a rag.Â
âOkay. So. I thinkâŚwe are allâŚprobably slightly wrong.â Keralis said, opening his comm, âBut you know, I think Princess might-â
âWell hey!â xB said, poking his head around the corner, âYou rang?âÂ
Keralisâ face lit up like a sunrise.Â
âPrincess!â He said eagerly, âPrincess, youâre mostly human. Do you know where human babies come from?âÂ
xB stared at them.Â
And he sighed.Â
âMan, youâre pullinâ my leg, right? How old are you guys?âÂ
âWeâre not,â Cleo said, âCare to enlighten us, xB?âÂ
He sighed.Â
âFine. Donât say I didnât warn you. Okay, so, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very muchâŚâ
â...And thatâs where human babies come from.â xB finished.Â
He was met with a deafening silence.Â
Cleo sipped her glass of blood, and looked around at the other three.Â
âCongratulations, xB. THAT is officially the dumbest thing I have ever heard.â Â They groaned.Â
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