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[silens-oro]

Do I Divide and Pull Apart?

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Jack Abbot x Attending!Reader

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Synopsis: Night shift is down an attending and Dr. Robby has volunteered you to fill the space in the interim. Dr. Abbot may or may not have made the request for you specifically. Word Count: 2.9k Content Warning: Typical warnings for The Pitt, medical inaccuracies A/N: idk what this even is, but I started it and here we are. please comment & reblog :)

“What did I ever do to you, Robby?” You followed him from room to room as he visually checked in on patients, which led to the nurses station he was currently leaning on with you hovering anxiously next to him. 

“Other than becoming my star pupil, who is exemplary in the field of medicine?” He replied sarcastically, not looking up from the chart he was scrolling through on the tablet in his hand. “Nothing, I assure you.” He pushed his glasses up from where they slid down to the tip of his nose. 

“Then why am I, your ‘star pupil’, being punished?” You used finger quotes, staring unrelentingly at your Chief Attending. Robby sighed, setting the tablet down on the nurses station. He plucked his glasses off and squeezed the bridge of his nose before giving you one of his looks. The ‘please do not push back on me right now’ look that you had seen him give Langdon and Santos countless times when he needed cooperation, but rarely to you because you generally went with the flow. 

But not with this. This you definitely did not flow with. 

“This is not a punishment.” He said with a sigh, putting his glasses back on to resume charting as he shook his head.  

“It feels like a punishment.” You argued right back, because he was throwing you to the proverbial wolves. Or the actual wolves, because who knew what freaks came out on night shift. 

“It’s not. Look, I’m doing Jack a favor by doing this, alright? He’s down an attending and needs the backup for a few weeks until they can get everything sorted out, and then you’ll be back here in the land of rainbows and eternal sunshine.” He did some hand gestures to accompany his promise.

“You are so wildly funny, you know that?” You responded, completely deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“See that humor? You’ll fit right in.” His easy going voice was starting to grate on you as he dismissed everything you were saying to him. It was his way of working you down, to lead you into a false sense of security so he could get a yes out of you. He didn’t need your approval, but knew everything functioned better when everyone was on board. 

“They can smell fear, Robby, the patients and the staff. I know they can —Dr. Abbot especially. Why don’t you send Langdon? I think we can all agree that he's a wonderful sacrifice.” 

“His wife just had a baby.” He looked at you over his glasses. “You know this.”

“But he didn’t have the baby, and she'd agree with me. That’s favoritism on your end, Robby, and it is highly frowned upon.” You shot back, making Robby’s forehead scrunch up with how high his brows raised. “What about Collins?”

“Nope, I need her here.” Robby dismissed the suggestion. 

“And you don’t need me?” You tried not to sound offended, but you were grasping at any straws you could grab ahold of to keep you amongst the daywalkers. Robby sighed your name, stressing the Doctor that came before it. 

“Neither of them are attendings. You are. I need you to do this for me. Please. I promise you that you’re making a big deal out of this for nothing.”

“Because it is a big deal.” You said through clenched teeth. “They’re gonna chew me up and spit me out, Robby. It’s an absolute freakshow at night.” He couldn’t stop the breathy chuckle that escaped him at your theatrics. He knew he was asking a lot, but he also knew you’d be just fine under Jack’s tutelage -you’d thrive, he’d go so far as to say. In more ways than one.

“You’re gonna be fine,” He reassured you with a heavy hand on your shoulder. He gave it two pats before he looked down at his watch and set the tablet down on the charging block and taking off in the direction of North 2. 

“We’re still talking about this.” You chased after him, his long legs aiding in his escape as you needed to take three quick steps for every one of his long strides. “I thought you liked me.” You whispered sharply, not wanting the conversation to carry over to the patients, but it did gain Dana’s attention as her eyes watched the both of you go off past the HUB and to North 2. 

“You know what they say about assumptions, kid. And what was that thing about favoritism?” Robby threw a teasing grin your way before pulling the curtain back to reveal a teen boy with a very broken collarbone from a skateboarding accident. Mohan was already in the room, getting things ready for him to walk her through getting the kid stabilized, but she still watched the interaction play out curiously as her hands worked. 

“Can you please check on the kids while I sort this out?” That was his form of a dismissal if you ever heard one. You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head as he snapped a pair of blue gloves on and you took off in the direction of where Santos and Whitaker were bickering in hushed whispers, and Javadi was nowhere to be seen. They both scattered in opposite directions when they saw you headed their way, a heavy frown masking your usual perky appearance and a dark cloud following behind you.  

“Don’t let it wig you out, kid.” Dana came up next to you and put her arm around your shoulder to pull you into her side as you both walked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll like the night shift.” The involuntary look you shot her had her cackling as she playfully pushed you in the direction of South 6, where you needed to get an update from Whitaker. 

You, in fact, did not like the night shift. Everything felt off, wrong, and just slightly too askew from the way you functioned on days. Even though it was only your first night on, you couldn’t wait for this to end. 

Jack’s eyes followed you worriedly as you tried your best to hold yourself together as you made a break for the door that led to the stairwell. 

“The MVA in South 8 —she knew the kid.” Jackie, one of the night nurses, filled him in. “She just let the family know.” 

“Shit,” Jack breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “We all good here for a few minutes?” She looked at the board and nodded. 

“Everyone’s taken care of for now. Do what you have to do.” 

Jack didn’t know a ton about you other than the fact that you were an excellent doctor, had a great bedside manner, and you used humor to fill spaces of silence. You hadn’t been an open book when you showed up for your first shift, but the first few pages were turned and he got to see a glimpse of what little you were willing to show. He knew you, of you, from your years at the hospital, but he never worked directly with you as he had tonight. 

You were familiar with the other residents and interns, the nurses and charge nurse of night shift. You were familiar with Jack, but you didn’t have a relationship with him like Robby did. His ways of teaching intimidated you when you first interned at PTMC, and you had gravitated to Robby’s more approachable methods of getting the job done. Not to say that Jack wasn’t an excellent trauma doctor, because he was one of the best, but while Robby was more orthodox and by the book, Jack was unorthodox. A cowboy of the ED, if you will.

You felt like a city girl dropped into the wild west. The faces were familiar —you’d overlapped with these people day in and day out over handoffs, but you didn’t know them. Not like you knew Robby, Collin’s, Mohan, Langdon, McKay, and Dana -or the nurses that kept you all sane, Jesse and Perlah in particular. Even the interns you had gotten to know, teaching them all you could -and they responded well to your patience and instruction. You already missed the panic that seemed to settle in Whitaker’s face every time you were in the room with him as he went through a procedure he’d never done before. That was just his face, you learned after the first week with him on, but he grew on you like a weed and your guidance seemed to help build his confidence.    

The personalities on night shift were so different, and in a way you guessed that they had to be a little off their rockers to work nights. And still, they welcomed you on. Jack had shaken your hand when you came in at 6:45pm, instead of 6:45am, and Robby gave your shoulder another pat as you started your shift in what you felt was an alternate universe. There had to be a Twilight Zone episode about this kind of thing, Right?

And Jack…you might as well have been hit by a truck the first time you saw him working within the first hour of the shift. You happened to be walking by trauma bay when your eyes caught the way the muscles of his forearms twitched and flexed as he helped reset a broken tibia and you lost yourself for the briefest of moments before you looked up and saw he was already looking at you with that stare he was known for. You scurried from the door, feigning your attention being called from elsewhere just so you could distance yourself from the enigma that was Dr. Abbot.

From then on you avoided him when you could, taking every case you could get in on where you could guide a resident or intern because this was a teaching hospital and you were an attending physician. 

But all of that had been forgotten, thrown to the wayside when you met the ambulance outside after getting the page for an MVA —kid hit on a bike. Ellis stuck to you, instantly gravitating to how you worked with absolute certainty with every movement of your hands and every direction you gave her earlier in the night. But as you worked on the kid who wasn't going to make it, she saw the cracks you tried to keep hidden.

“This is very uh…Blair Witch of you,” Jack greeted awkwardly, trying to break the tension you cocooned yourself in. If it was any other situation you would’ve found humor in what he said (and the way he said it) because you were standing alone in the dark corner of a stairwell like an absolute freak, but you needed just a single goddamn second to collect yourself without someone, him especially, meddling. 

“I just need a minute.” You shot your arm out, palm vertical to stop him from coming closer. Your forehead rested against the cool cinder blocks that made up the stairwell, trying to push down the wave of tears that tried to tsunami their way out of you. Your other palm was pressed against your mouth to stop the sob that was also building in your lungs, along with the nausea that accompanied the clenching of your stomach.  

Death wasn’t anything new in the ED, and it wasn’t new to you, but the brutal death of your neighbor’s seventeen year old kid? A kid you babysat when he was just a little shit, wreaking havoc in a way that only a nine year old boy could. A kid who thought it was so cool that you were going to be a doctor (when you were just a med student at the time). The same kid who wanted to follow in your footsteps — who busted his ass in high school so he could get accepted into a great pre-med program. That same kid who was now on his way to the morgue. 

The world was crueler than most people knew. 

All of his life —his achievements, his dreams and aspirations— were all for nothing because he was already hanging by a thread when the ambulance made it to the bay of the ED, and realistically you knew he wasn’t going to make it when you started working on him, but that didn’t stop you from trying with everything you had —pulling every trick you could from up your sleeve. 

Sometimes it just didn’t matter. 

Sometimes everything you had wasn’t enough. 

Sometimes when someone’s number is up, it’s up no matter how cruel and unfair it was. 

Young or old, rich or poor, good or bad. Death came for everyone. 

It didn’t matter how many chest compressions you did, how many times that bag pushed air into his lungs. It didn’t matter what was pumped into him. Still, you did everything you could —you knew that, but it was still devastating. 

Sometimes…that’s just the way it was. It didn’t make it hurt any less, even when the patient was a stranger. Every person you lost was somebody’s someone in some capacity, and you kept a space in your heart for them because you were the last person to hold their life in your hands in this plane of existence. 

“I became a doctor to help people —to make a difference.” Your voice broke as you spoke. Words vomited from your lips in a torrent you couldn’t stop, even though you wanted to. The last thing you wanted was for Jack Abbot to see you breaking down in real time over something you should be able to keep your spine straight over. You were seasoned, professional, but sometimes even the best broke.

“You do.” Jack said simply as he watched you with a small frown tugging his lips down. “You helped that family. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but they knew you. Knew you did everything you could to save that kid.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. “They’re hurting right now, but knowing it was you who was with him in the end had to be a small comfort —that he wasn’t alone or with a stranger.” 

“Or they blame me for losing him.” You said as the air bounced from your lungs in an attempt to keep a sob at bay.

“They could, it’s not unusual for us to be the first brunt of grieving families.” He said with a shrug. “But you know you did everything to the best of your ability, of anyone’s ability.” He took slow steps forward like he was approaching a wild animal, his eyes trying to catch yours.

“Do not blame yourself for this. I checked the charts. No one was surviving that, not with the damage he had. The fact that he was still alive when he got here was a miracle in itself —you don’t need me to tell you that.” You nodded, eyes burning as they stared at the floor so you could try to bury the pain you felt. Jack felt a tightness in his chest when you finally looked up at him, eyes bloodshot with fat tears welled on your lash line under the dim, fluorescent lighting of the stairwell. He took a few more cautious steps forward until he has right in front of you.

“He was just about to turn eighteen. He got accepted into UPenn for undergrad last month.” You took a deep, shuddering breath. “He wanted to be a doctor.” Your voice got choked up. “He looked up to me, you know? He used to ask me every question under the sun about what I did, the good and the bad. The cool things I got to see.” You wiped under your eyes as Jack let you talk. “He wanted to be a doctor.” You repeated, scoffing through the tears that kept building. “I helped him study for the MCAT even though he wasn’t going to take it for a few years because he wanted to be prepared. I gave him every resource I had because he was really serious about it. The kid was smart, Jack. So goddamn smart. He could’ve made a difference.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep your composure, shrugging apathetically. “And now he’s gone.”

“It’s tough,” Jack finally responded, tilting his head down slightly and rolling his eyes up to catch yours in a snare that you couldn’t escape. “You should’ve let me take him when you realized who was coming in.”

“I know.” You nodded, “but I didn’t have a second to hesitate. If he had a chance, I needed to act then and there. I know you know that.” He nodded, his hands releasing themselves from his pockets to cross over his chest. “Didn’t matter anyway.” 

“It always matters, even when you’re fighting a losing battle.” His hand came up to rest on your arm, lighting flames through your scrubs and straight through to your skin. He squeezed ever so slightly, a sign of silent comfort he knew you needed in that moment in the silent stairwell. You gave him a sad smile, letting him know you appreciated the gesture. The smile slowly fell with his hand as he returned it back to the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his hand clenching into a fist and unclenching when it was out of sight.  

“You gonna be alright?” He asked, his voice low and raspy as he never took his eyes off of you. You took a deep breath, releasing it with a nod. As unnerving as you used to think his eyes were, you didn’t feel that now. It was a lifeline, a preserver that was thrown out at sea to rescue you from a capsized vessel that was quickly taking in water.  

“Yeah, I just uh.” You cleared your throat, wiping your cheeks with the long sleeve of your undershirt. “I need to collect myself and I’ll be right back out there.” Jack studied you for a few moments, not believing you, but choosing not to comment on it all the same. 

“You sure?” He asked once more, giving you an out if you needed it. You stood up a little straighter, locking away the sorrow that filled your features just moments ago, and nodded. 

“The world keeps turning.” Was your answer. 

“Yeah…it does.” Jack breathed out. 

“We don't get the option to just stop. I’ll meet you back out there.” He nodded, brows creased together in thought before opening the door to the ED. Noise flowed into the small chamber, echoing up and up and up the ascension of stairs until you couldn’t differentiate any of the noise from one loud muffled sound. You watched as he left, the door closing slowly behind him as he resumed his duties like he never stopped to begin with. 

What the hell were you doing here?

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[rafesangelita]

♡ bluecollar!johnb has a massive size kink..

warnings: light teasing, unprotected sex, john b is hung, size difference, praise, choking, belly bulge, breeding kink, fluff

you did just about everything for john b— keeping up with the trailer so he could come home from a long day of work and have a nice and clean space to unwind, cooking him hot meals that kept his stomach full, massaging the tension out of his back and limbs.. name it and you did it. and john b? well, he did just about everything for you too. he went to work and made enough money to keep the bills paid, along with giving you any amount you may ask for for your beauty appointments, but even more than that; he did what he was doing right now— and that was fucking you to tears every single night.

“you can’t be crying already, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, his hips barely fitting between your thighs, “i’m not even halfway in yet.” you cried out, your nails raking down his arms as he slowly kept pushing inside of you. with every single inch splitting you open, all you could do was lay there helplessly as his giant form seemingly towered over your own, his biceps being so prominent that you couldn’t even hold onto them for leverage. feeling so full and stuffed with cock already, you nearly screamed when he pulled out and fully thrusted back in, your mouth falling open as his tip nudged your cervix.

“john!” you shrieked, your velvety walls fluttering around the welcomed intrusion that was his length. fully wrapping his fists around your ankles, john b pinned your feet to damn near the back of your ears, this new position allowing him to go even deeper than before. with all of his weight keeping you lodged underneath him, you gave up any kind of idea of staying sane while he fucked into you, your brain going numb as you became a blabbering mess, the only sounds coming from you being half-broken sobs and pathetic little mumbles. without forming a single thought, you gazed up at john b as you took the thunderous pounding of his hips against your clit.

“so fucking pretty, ‘just taking me like this.” he slid in and out of you with ease, his length hitting the spot that made you see stars with every stroke. reaching up, you threaded your fingers through his curls and tugged him down into a kiss, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as he moved his hands from your ankles to your neck. john b could cover your entire face with his palm if he wanted to, the sight of his knuckles wrapped tightly around your throat made his cock twitch, your toes curling as your back arched into his chest. tightening his grip on your neck, john b groaned as he stilled inside of you, giving you a moment to take a full breath.

“too much for you?” he laughed, watching the way your bottom lip trembled. “n-no!” you whined, running your fingers over his toned pecs. snaking his hands down your waist, he gripped your hips, pressing his thumbs down against the bulge of his cock in your tummy. “you gonna let me fill you up? ‘fuck some babies into you?” you clenched around him at the thought, your calves now resting on his broad shoulders. “mhmmm— yes, please, i want it!” john b was merciless on your cunt, your screams echoing throughout the trailer as the sound of his skin meeting yours reverberated off of the walls.

you two continued like this until he collapsed at your side, his arm draping over your chest as he held you close, your eyes fluttering shut while he spilled into you. “you’re perfect.” he whispered, tucking you into his side. you were all but dazed resting your cheek against his chest. “this night can’t get any better.” at his words, you laughed. “i don’t know about that.. i made steaks for dinner.” john b shook his head, letting out a heavy breath. “are you fuckin’ serious?” he laughed, lifting your chin and staring down at you, “i need to go ring shopping soon.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[eveningepiphany]

only would happen to us | H.S oneshot

summary: you and harry just got stuck up on the tower bridge in london and it’s clear sometimes feelings are just too hard to ignore

warnings: smut! bandmate harry, fluff, heights, unplanned confession, making out, trying to hide it from everyone, REALLY CUTE CAR SCENE, tension, fingering, dirty talk, vague reference to choking, protected p in v sec, talk of unprotected sex, frat boy harry just being too hot.

a/n: this is a longer smutshot with a bit of plot, took me MONTHS of coming back and forth from this draft, but it’s so so cute I think you’re gonna love these two!

not heavily edited, may be some typos, just want to post it so bad and its 2am HAHA

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A deep, almost shaky exhale passes through your lungs and out past your lips. Your own numb hands coming to your waist underneath the thick knitted sweater that hung baggy over your frame, meeting the tight harness fitted over your jeans. It was so cold outside that with each breath out, there was a pale cloud that got puffed out with it. The kind you’d see on a crisp morning while walking to school as a kid, and pretend you were exhaling a long drag of a cigarette.

It’s weird to see something such as the air from deep in your lungs in a way you never normally do. Something that is typically invisible, in the exact right conditions, can be suddenly tangible. The air you exhale always there, regardless of whether you can see it or not. But on a night like tonight it’s no longer able to be ignored.

How one individual might perceive it can be starkly different to another. What is perhaps an annoying reminder of the cold to one person— is a thrilling reminder of their state of aliveness to another.

You believe in the latter. Despite it highlighting how freezing cold you feel, it makes your heart sing. Right now, you’re alive, living in this very moment. Your breath is the very proof that you’re here, experiencing something few other people understand.

The mosaic of London city lights can be seen all around you, reflecting on the swell of water that consumes the far drop below your feet.

Gratitude floats through your mind at the tight harness wrapped around your middle, attaching to the safety line behind you. Otherwise just looking down would make you loose your balance, and that's not a fall you want to experience.

Filming music videos, you’ve learnt, is no joke. Considering you’re 200 feet in the sky above the river Thames on London’s most famous bridge.

“M’pretty sure I’ve just frozen my balls off.” Louis shivers out, earning a snort from Liam who has his hands shoved under his arms— in attempt to warm them up— beside him.

The camera crew have filmed the shots planned, and a few extras for behind the scenes footage, but everything that needed to be taken has now been ticked off, and the rest of the team are beginning to get ready for the band to come back down.

“And here i was just thinking how surreal it is to be up here,” You sigh out with sarcastic whimsy, “Louis sure knows how to put it into words…”

Niall pipes in, “Best view in the whole city and Louis is talking about his junk.”

Everyone up there let’s out a belly laugh at Niall’s quip. It’s an oddly touching moment. Just the six of you feeling like you’re on top of the world, laughing at a joke about Louis dick.

A very fitting theme for a bunch of still-teenagers, you think to yourself. Heartwarming in its own odd way that makes you smile. Eyes flitting from the skyline in front of you back to the band, attempting to take in every small detail that’s painting the wondrous view ahead of you.

You’re glad you went up first, it means you can see all their faces at once when you look to the left. The toothy grins, lit up eyes, and red, wind kissed cheeks.

Especially Harry, who beside you, looks absolutely elated to be up there. The glimmer in his eye's is possessing an emotion in your chest that's admittedly different tonight in comparison to any other.

Maybe it was just your surroundings, but you’re convinced this is the most beautiful he’s ever looked. His brown curls were tousled back from the breeze, lips flushed from the cold. The big khaki jacket cast over his broad shoulders is bundling him up, yet he was still shivering slightly.

Somehow now— even in London's coldest months—his skin still appears tan. Like if you reached out and touched it, it would thrum with the warmth of his blood. A heat you want to settle into with your entire body and soul.

Forcibly, you have to tear your gaze away from him. Reminding yourself that he is your bandmate, and one of your best friends. Not someone for you to be staring at as if there was something to be entertained.

Besides, you’ve spent months gaslighting yourself into the belief it’s simply because you work together so closely. Of course your brain is trying to tell you that there’s something there!

Hell, you’ve heard the horror stories from your girls back home. Problematic shit almost always happens when they fuck around with male colleagues at their jobs. You’ve even said to them, “Is he hot, or is it just because he’s a guy at your work?”

And while your relationship with Harry is arguably a lot more personal than just two colleagues, surely the theory still applies— you’re only so attracted to him because you both work together. That’s it…

Not at all the fact he is definitely the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.

Shaking your head— as if the physical movement will stop the internal battle between the voices in your head, you focus your eyes back to the city. Trying to memorise this beautiful sight instead, and commit each red set of break lights, and every yellow glow of someone’s window to the mental picture you’ve taken.

You wish you could know how many people are looking at the Tower bridge right now. If they have any idea that there’s 6 idiots up the top of it. It casts a familiar, deep set of wonder over you.

Are they cooking dinner, watching tv, or staring out at the world just like you? who are they with, why are they with them?

Just the notion that all the people in that city are out there, living a life as shockingly intricate, and beautiful as your own makes your heart clench. It’s a feeling you want to hold forever.

Harry notices from next to you the look on your face. He sees this look often, he knows how deep of a thinker you are. When your lips part in the slightest bit, displaying that sense of earnest shock— and your big eyes search the scene in front of them as if it might disappear on the very next blink.

You do it at airports, in every new city you visit, and onstage too— you do it almost everywhere, come to think of it.

His own mouth slants into a warm smile, even Niall has glanced over and shared a quiet chuckle at your ability to just slip into your mind every time something unreal happens to the six of you.

“Alright— we’re gonna get you guys down one by one!” A crew member's call pulls you out of your trance. Harry is almost sad to see the captivation on your face get snapped away in an instant, making him divert his attention away from you so he doesn’t get caught staring.

Given that you were the first of them to go up, you’d be the last to be lowered down. Zayn however was the last to go up, and arguably the hardest of everyone to convince to get up here.

Despite looking like he could conquer anything, and any challenge, he is scared easily of new things. Like going on a plane for the first time, or being lifted to the top of tower bridge and held by only a harness.

“Thank god—“ he sighs a chuckle, running an anxious hand through his hair as he slowly starts to shuffle along the narrow edge you’re all standing on.

“People pay good money t'do stuff like this, is the real kicker.” Liam nudges him, earning a playful eye roll from Zayn at his dig.

“Don’ get me wrong, s’beautiful, but im out of here. Back to solid ground where I belong.” He points to the mechanism that will lower him back down to the platform underneath where the crew is, hand then coming back to cling to the X shaped beams behind you all.

From what you were all told, it’s actually for maintenance… a large steel cage of sorts. One that’s clunky on the way up and down, and can’t carry more than two bodies a time— at best.

You hear the sigh of relief Zayn lets out as he steps onto the solid metal— sliding the carabiner out of the cable holding you all to the bridge. Waving a hand down to the crew to lower the lift, shouting down to them, “good to go, thank you lads!”

Once it’s back up, Liam goes down next, smiling pridefully as he gets onto the platform. Everyone knows this is a night you’ll all never forget.

Next is Louis, who does a salute to you all, “see you all on the other side,” leaving with a wink as he unclips himself once he’s in the cage.

Niall cleared his throat to shout, “Goodnight London, I bloody love ya!”

However, this is where things start to go awry. Because the platform doesn’t come back up as you and Harry had both been anticipating… causing you to both share a confused look as the final two up on the bridge.

“What the fuck…?” The two of you hear a worker cuss in annoyance, clear to you a slight commotion is going on below. It’s a very faint murmur of concerned, and also annoyed voices, that you’re straining to hear over the wind.

But suddenly Niall can be heard, loud and clear. Whatever it is can’t be that serious, because Niall is giggling? You and Harry both are leaning your heads to try and hear properly. Eventually he sounds like he’s having a full laughing fit, followed by a loud bellow of his amused tone that echoes all the way up to the two of you, “…So they’re stuck up there?”

Your heads snap to one another, locking eyes as you realise why the platform hasn’t come back up yet. Your cold hand comes over your mouth in shock trying to cover up your dropped jaw, warm breath ghosting over the red tips of your fingers.

“Fuckin— there’s no way…” Harry frowns, shaking his head, “He has to be tryin’ t’pull one over on us.”

"Gave the team 10 bucks t'act like its broken..." He murmurs to himself, pursing his lips as his head shakes in disbelief.

A part of you wishes that was the case, but your gut is telling you that its not. That sensation confirmed when your phone starts ringing in your back pocket.

Carefully, you pull it out of your pocket and glance to the screen, gesturing it over to Harry. Georgie, a part of your management team was calling you. He was a short, wiry red-haired man in his late thirties, who had a really lovely husband that would bake the band cookies with their son, Thomas.

With a sigh, you answer the call— putting it on speaker and shuffling closer to Harry so he can hear what he says.

Shoulder to shoulder, he leans his head down to listen, curls brushing the top of your head.

“Hello?” You say as you hear shuffling behind the phone, biting your bottom lip with your teeth as you wait for Georgie to actually talk to you.

Finally you hear him clear his throat with a short apology, “Okay— Y/N, Harry?”

He asks this as if it weren't abundantly obvious you were the only two people up there for him to be speaking to. It makes Harry palm his forward with a slight roll of his green eyes, “Georgie, what’s goin’ on?”

Annoyed look good on him, you thought. The way his brows pinched together and his lips formed a harsh line, jaw clenching tightly.

“Don’t panic but—“

“Oh, fucks sake, we’re gonna die up here, aren’t we?” You immediately interrupted, free hand coming up to your mouth as you take the nail of your thumb between your teeth.

“No, No!” He repeats, and you know he’s down there tapping his foot on the ground like he always does in conversations.

He’s either genuinely confident, or doing a really good job at faking it as he states, “All is well— just a minor inconvenience, is all…”

Harry and you say nothing though, waiting for him to fill the silence with an explanation of what exactly is happening down there.

“The cage lift has… uh,” his tone falters as he tries to find a way to explain the situation, “It’s had a bit of an issue. It’s not going up— we’ve got people on the way to fix it, so don’t worry.”

“They think it’s a combination of the cold night and the fact it’s not been used in a few weeks… but I promise we’re doing everything we can to get you guys down.”

Niall and Louis can be heard laughing in the back, and you feel at ease knowing the bridge isn’t about to collapse under your feet. You’re safe, just stuck up there for a little longer than planned.

“Wait till the media gets a hold of this,” Harry shakes his head, but a tiny relieved smile cracks now he also knows what’s going on— and likely at the boys cackling through the line.

“For now, just hold tight. I know it’s cold but atleast there’s two of you up there—“ you both shoot each other a confused look, “And I’ll call you when the blokes with their big tools are here to fix the lift and send it up…”

“Right… so in the meantime we just stay up here. On the top of a 200ft ledge?” You clarify, stupefied at the situation you've landed yourself in.

“Uhm, yep… I’ll call you guys back when I know more.” He replied curtly, before bidding a quick goodbye and hanging up.

Given the height you’re situated at, you don’t waste any time tucking your phone safely back into the pocket of your jeans. Glancing over to Harry who is smiling out at the city, “At least you’ve got a bit more time to try and memorise all this, hey?”

“Or we’re living our last hours up here before we die of hypothermia…”

A chuckle comes from him, where he nudges your shoulder with his, “C’mon Y/N, I think they’d airlift us off the bridge before it came to that point.”

"Now that would be a news story about us," you slant your gaze to him, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jacket, “And that's at least true, I'm just being dramatic considering the situation.”

His lips curve into a smile, shaking his head with amusement, “We’re gonna get the biggest I told you so from Zayn.”

The wind blows your hair in all directions as it randomly pushes a strong gust against you, making you reach up to try and tame it back down.

“Whose fucking idea was it to leave my hair down,” you complain, despite it actually being your own. Harrys own hand comes to try and brush it out of your squinted eyes, quietly humming, “y’shivering, love.”

The way he is so gently pushing the hair from your face, paired with the hushed pet name makes you look up to him, “And so are you…”

Internally, you are cursing. Cursing right now whatever greater force has planted your ass in this set of circumstances. Stuck up here, in arguably the most romantic spot you could be put into. Together. Right at the time the resolve you've tried so hard to maintain that Harry is 'just a friend', is starting to crash and burn.

“C’mere.” He says, the lilt in his accent is deep from the crisp air, casually wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling you towards him. Just the action alone makes your whole body heat up, and your praying your cheeks are already red enough to hide the blush that's creeping hot up your neck…

Your cheek meets his shoulder, nose bumping his collarbone as he tucks you in the space between his arm and his side, the hand around your waist splaying over the knit of your sweater. He smells so good, masculine… the scent woodsy, but with an undertone of warm spices. You try not to draw in an obvious inhale against the collar of his shirt.

You adored how close a connection two of you shared, but you also hated it. Hated it because there’s no hesitancy in the way his hand curls around your side and lets your body lean into his. The this is just what friends do mentality. Especially in a situation like this, where the action can simply be justified by that, and that alone. It kills you feeling him like this, warm and gentle against your cold body, and trying to pretend like it isn't currently making your insides squirm.

“If this ledge weren’t so bloody thin, I��d wrap you up with m’jacket.” He admits, looking down at you.

He cant help but unknowingly make it worse for you.

Lips forming a thin line, you try to bite back the smile that's forcing it's way onto your face. The image playing off in your mind no matter how hard you try to wipe it. Stood here, arms slid around his toned middle, meeting together at the small of his back. oh god...

Your own hands have unconsciously braced themselves on the outer edge of his jacket, gripping it for dear life as you try to calm your racing heart.

Eyes veering outwards as you look at the scene in front of you, “it’s okay... its cold, but at least its beautiful.”

His own eyes are trailing the profile of your face, heart thrumming underneath his chest as an almost welcome heat spreads through him. He’s made a mistake pulling you into him, he should’ve known he’d bitten off more than he could chew. That he’d want more, to feel more of you than he already is.

When suddenly nothing is more appealing than leaning down and nudging your nose with his, to let your head tilt for him, so he can press a warm kiss against your mouth.

“So beautiful,” he quietly parrots, but he’s not thinking about the view.

Forcing his eyes away from you, he clears his throat carefully. A tiny chuckle escaping in the silence that had enveloped the two of you as you stared out at the city.

“Only this would happen to us.” He suddenly says, and you feel him draw in a deep inhale. Confused in what context he means it, you turn your head to look up at him with a puzzled smile, “What do you mean?”

“I can almost bet a thousand bucks we are probably the first and only people t'ever have this happen t'them. Somehow I find it fitting.”

“Pretty special... if you think of it like that.” You mutter, nodding slowly.

“No one can even see us, and there's a whole city out there—“ he gestures out with his finger, “that doesn’t know we’re up here.”

A morbid laugh bubbles from your throat, "I know were not gonna die up here, but if we were, I can't really imagine what the last thing I would want to do would be." You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle, and he's shaking his head at you.

His voice is completely normal as he ponders the thought, "Well... we’re kind of limited with what we can do because of these." His hand finds the hem of his white t-shirt, peeling the material above his belly button. It's intention to gesture to the harness flush around his middle. Your eyes however... they veer to the tan skin of his stomach, and the dark tattooed ferns that adorn his hips and bracket the dusting of hair that trails up from the band of his Calvin Klein briefs. Only graced with the sight for a few fleeting seconds before it disappears behind the white fabric once again.

You almost about choke on nothing. Having to force your throat to swallow before a bout of laughter rattles out of you without you able to stop it, "The harnesses?'

Your obviously answered question makes his brows furrow, and mouth quirk into a confused sort of smile. It only makes you laugh more, hand coming up to scrape down your face as a desperate attempt to ground your brain.

But, fuck— what he just said, you're banking it was an entirely innocent comment, and that's exactly what is causing the confusion at your disheveled reaction. But he quite literally doesn't realise what insinuation you thought he was making. And that you are imagining all kinds of depraved scenes without ability to stop.

A parallel of you only a minute earlier, he begins, "What do you—"

The pang of realisation hits him.

"...oh."

His words die where they were in his voice box, stomach churning the second he clocks onto your almost guilty laugh. The sound drips with warmth as it enters his ears.

He rolls his eyes, but suddenly his cheeks feel hot as a blush spreads across them no matter how hard he tries to will it away, "That is not what I meant! Of course you would think that."

Your jaw drops in feigned offense, knocking your elbow against the side of his ribs, "What are you trying to say about me?"

You've taken a small step back from him, hand coming to your chest as a mimic of your fake shock. You know how dangerous this is getting, and quickly at that. Breaching into uncharted territory.

"That your head is stuck in the gutter." He mumbles, blinking fast as he avoids meeting eyes with you as if you'd be able to simply see the thoughts plagued in his head now.

"It is not, you're the one that worded it weird!" You tease, arms crossing. It is truly like the rest of the world has fallen away, and like you are the only two people alive right now.

"Is so," he argues passionately back, "So far in the gutter, in fact, tell pennywise i say hi."

You burst out with a laugh, trying to tuck your cold hands between your upper arm and ribcage, "Gross, Harry. I fucking hate clowns."

"And mind you, I said nothing! You came to this conclusion on your own."

"Okay Y/N, What conclusion is it tha’ I'm coming to, if y'would be so gracious to enlighten me." Checkmate.

He's smiling now, you are red, embarrassed or worked up, or perhaps a heated mixture of both.

The ball is back in your court, and you struggle to get your mouth to move properly, "I— You cant— Don't turn this back on me!"

Suddenly, he tumbles his own inner thoughts out of his lips before he can halt them, they sound with a rasp, "Darling, you're the one having deluded n’dirty thoughts 200ft up n'the sky."

God. Does this count as foreplay to the mile high club? And fucking hell, his voice sounds too deep right now. The way his thick accent rolls the words out. Its making your head hurt.

Your earlier resolve is officially gone. It's thrown itself off the ledge of this bridge and is falling the very far drop to the bottom. And you know what, pretty sure your self respect is going with it. Between the two of them, it will be loud enough to probably hear the impact they make when they hit the water at full force.

"Probably the first person to be doing that up here, too." The words are gritted out of you as your heart pounds in your chest.

You hear the inhale he takes, deep— as if he's trying to ground himself, hold back whatever is transpiring right here, right now.

"Do have even half the idea of how badly I want t'kiss you right now?"

Your head snaps from where it was, tearing your eyes from where they'd locked onto the city skyline in attempt to distract yourself from the trouble you're about to get into. A part of you deep down realises how bad this could get quickly, how absolutely irreversible this conversation is.

And that regardless if something or nothing comes of it, you are never going to function the same. Laying in bed staring at the celling you'll see his face, next time you're on stage you'll feel your stomach drop when he looks at you, when you're in a room with him you'll cease to be able to function.

His green eyes have literally pinned you where you stand, wind toying with your hair as your lips are parted in shock.

"You don't mean that..." you stare at him, shaking your head slowly. Trying to back out of this, attempting to give him a moment to throw the blanket back over what he was uncovering.

He frowns, almost offended, as if doubting him is the worst thing there is in the world. Taking a brief step forward to fully face you, "Y/N, I would have you backed up against these beams if I wasn't literally restrained from doing so."

"What— Harry, what about—" At this rate, you're mustering up any excuse to rationalise what is happening right now, "I'm pretty sure there's strict rules against this in our contracts— you know?"

"Fuck the contracts." He immediately replies, disregarding that as a point entirely. His hand coming up to brush the brown curls that have been blown in front of his intense gaze, "Could care less 'bout them, not like we haven't broken a million other things in them."

True. You can think of several things between you and the band. You're still employed, if that says anything.

"The things I would do to you if I knew no one would interrupt" He takes another step closer to you, close enough you can reach out and touch him, "then well see about me not meaning any of this."

His voice, the absoluteness in his tone makes your head spin. Resolve slipping, cracking, completely dissipating from where it was being grappled in your palms two seconds prior to this conversation starting.

You feel like you're floating outside of your own body as your hands find the bottom of his white shirt, lifting it until you can wrap your fingers around the black harness taut around his middle. Slowly, you pull it until he is forced to step closer to you.

His heart stutters at the action... it's arguably the hottest thing a girl has ever done to him— beating a tug of belt loops or a belt by a mile. This was personal.

"This is still a problem, as you said earlier." You drawl quietly. Tone void of any indicative of emotion, the only thing he gets any intel from being the blush that's deepened on your cheeks.

There's a few ticks of silence when his chin dips to follow the action that's led your cold hands underneath his shirt, the way he stares the only point of physical contact between the two of you. But god, when your stare flickers up to him and he meets it with his own— his stomach jolts. Eyes squeezing shut as his forehead drops down, hesitating before pressing ever so slightly against your own, "Y'are too much, love."

His hands sliding up to meet your jaw, your low voice echoes out a plea, "Well, it would be a waste if we didn't."

Referring to the kiss of course, it does feel like it would be a missed opportunity to surpass right now. As, in all fairness you'll never be able to have a first kiss with Harry in a more memorable place. So even if the idea is stupid, It could be justified by that alone...

You feel his chest rumble with a deep chuckle, his lips pulling into a smile, "We'd regret it... if we didn't."

"We’d always wonder.” You nod, tone bearing on certainty as the two of you knowingly come to the biggest reach of a justification you could.

His fingers coil around your jawline, and you can feel his warm breath gently panning across your skin. It makes your eyes flutter closed, feeling his thumb ghost over your bottom lip. Eliciting a shudder that runs straight up your spine, making him smile with pride.

Tipping your chin up, he brushes his mouth over the corner of your lips. Catching them just slightly, “I’d always be thinking about what your mouth would feel like against mine,”

“And then you’d just end up kissing me anyway,” you chuckle quietly, “just in a probably less cool place.”

“Mhmm,” the low hum of agreement rumbles from his throat as finally he bears his mouth down against your own. The press of warm lips against yours making your whole body sing.

Cold was no longer a feeling in you, there was only a hot tingling sensation that’s shot through your limbs as his mouth lingers in hesitation for a moment before moving to kiss lightly against the fullness of your bottom lip.

He nearly groans when you regain enough control over yourself to actively kiss him back, leaning into his touch.

The excitement spreads through you both like wildfire— you’re kissing each other on the top of a world famous bridge. Cars below, and mentionably the crew members also underneath, have no idea. No idea the fact your hands are skating up his white shirt further until you’re palming the hard slabs of muscle over his abdomen. Not even a clue that one of his hands has taking sanctuary on your hip bone, tugging your body into his.

Your mouths work against each other, tongues suddenly getting involved when he squeezes a hand along your ribs making your lips part. His warm tongue gliding into your mouth just enough for you to taste him slightly.

“Harry,” his name is whined against his mouth, nails clawing over the skin of his chest.

“Fuck—“ he bites out, tongue lulling against your bottom lip, greedily trying to taste more of you.

The action alone is enough to make your knees nearly give out, “I need—“

Your desperate words are cut off, the sound of your phone ringing bringing you both to an instant halt.

There’s a shared look, both taking in what you’ve done to one another. Left standing here with eyes half lidded and lips swollen— looking entirely, wholeheartedly, fucked.

A tortured sigh comes from you as he promptly leans back down and kisses your mouth. If it had anything to do with you, you'd let the call ring out just to have more of this. He is more sensible than that, clearly. As his hand comes to the back pocket of your jeans, sliding your buzzing phone out into his palm.

Wanting to whine when he pulls away, a part of you is battling all your logic and is begging to stay up here with him. For how long? You don’t care, forever as far as you’re concerned. Fighting the urge to just grab your phone and throw it off the ledge, purely so his hands can busy themselves on your skin again.

Harry clears his throat before tapping the accept button, hoping to god he can muster a normal sounding voice.

Georgie’s voice comes through first, less shuffling on his end of the phone this time— indicating some higher level of organisation in comparison to earlier, you assume.

“Harry, Y/N! Platforms on its way up you two, everything okay?”

“Yep, Georgie,” he nods, pursing his lips as his eyes find your to pin you with a stare, “things are good.”

A small laugh and he replies, “Well— I can’t really tell if you’re bein’ sarcastic but I’ll take it.”

“Anyway, once it’s up there we’ve been told strictly to keep it one at a time to come down just to be on the safe side so it doesn’t malfunction again.”

“Very reassuring…” Harry drawls with slight grimace, glancing over to where the metal cage is rising up.

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” he scolds playfully over the speakers, making Harry roll his eyes— but a playful smile falls on his lips.

“See you soon, thanks for saving us Georgie, I owe ya one.”

You finally lean towards the phone, “I second this, thank you.”

“Not a worry, didn’t want that much paperwork on a Friday night.” He teases, before ending the call with a quick ‘see you soon.’

Harry’s eyes return to you. Your lips part and draw in a hushed gasp as he leans back into your space. Hands slowly sliding around your middle. Making that same breath catch in the middle of your throat as he pulls you in, slowly, almost sensually as his eyes drop to your lips.

He lingers against you, a tease, you already know it.

Proving you right, he deposits your phone back safely into your back pocket, applying a few gentle taps to the swell of your ass as he leans back again.

"H." is all you can say, and at this point it comes from you as almost a whine. But it saying exactly what you want without having to even tell him.

A grin is plastered on his handsome face at the blush that’s already torn its way back through you. His bashful smirk mirroring that of two teenagers that have sneaked a kiss before going back to their friends or family.

Which is exactly what he does, struggling not to smile against your mouth as he presses warmly, firmly against you. Giving you exactly what you wanted.

Allowing you both as much time as reasonably possible to soak in the feeling before he starts to pull away, your body almost instinctually following his movement— leaning further, pecking against his mouth until he steadies your shoulders with his hands.

A soft chuckle breathily escaped him, heart nearly melting inside his chest as your wide, wild eyes stare up at him. A tiny, smile on your own mouth now, one he reaches up to thumb delicately over.

The touch is earnest and makes you nearly sink into yourself— or better yet, sink into him.

A light hum of pleasure, and then he pulls away, turning to start walking along the ledge.

Carefully, you both shuffle to where the platform is now fully stationary. As he takes a step onto it, feet planting solidly onto the metal, you see a sense of relief on his face. Hands working to unbuckle the carabiner, and his eyes flitting back to yours.

You’re staring at his hands… the way they seamlessly open the clasp. You’ve always been drawn to them, the firm tendons that run into his fingers. He catches you doing this, and whether or not he knows you’re ogling the stature of his hands, the smirk on his face is all consuming.

You roll your eyes bashfully at him, pursing your lips and crossing your arms all in an attempt to be normal about this. But struggling to come across to him as unaffected by this whole ordeal.

He is having none of it.

“M’not done with you, love. Not even close.”

And that’s the last thing he said before the platform started the trip back down. Suddenly you are alone up here once again. The moment of solitude very sobering in a situation as such.

Unbelievable to consider that if you told yourself two hours ago that by the end of the night, you had made out with Harry up here, you would’ve believed sooner that you were having hallucinations than actually thought it were true.

Your brain is going over it and over it, like a flashbulb memory, all you can think about is him, and what you’d just done.

“Fuck sakes.” You cursed, hand coming up over your eyes in attempt to quell the thoughts.

It was closest to a face palm. Your palm immediately clapped over your eyes. It’s to no use though, as even behind the darkness of shut and covered eyelids you could still see him, still feel him. The sensation of his fingers softly grazing over the skin of your ribcage, slipped tentatively underneath the knit of your sweater. The heat of his tongue lulling gently into your mouth.

M’not done with you, love. Not even close…

The sound of his voice, even if it’s simply the imagination of it in your own head, it reignited the heat in your stomach— if it ever truly went away— making it churn with heavy desire. Almost worse than earlier, now that you had to stand here and suffer through it stationary.

Dragging your heavy hand up to take place in your hair, you push the loose strands out of your face, and tug at its roots.

With now open eyes, the city stared back at you. Supplying you with a mocking silence. As if to imply, I saw what you just did. Watched you kiss someone you shouldn’t, and not even just once by any means. You went back for more even after it stopped. Got your hands and feelings involved.

You attempted to smooth your hair down, annoyed that your guilt has conjured into the city of London taking over your internal monologue. It was messy as you combed your fingers through it, but whether it was Harry or the wind, you’re hoping that— and the rest of your disheveled appearance— can be attributed to the cold and wind entirely.

Which suddenly, that cold felt so much harsher now Harry was no longer up there with you. Either it was his body heat pressed against you that heated you up, or kissing him had that much of an affect on you. Tragically, you’re ball parking that it’s a torturously attractive combination of them both.

When the platform thankfully returns up, you steal a final glance out at the Thames and London. Definitely a sight you’ll have burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Stepping onto the platform, you felt equal parts relief and anxiety. God forbid people can sense something is different between you two… and this is not a situation you’ve ever been in before. Who knows your own capacity to hold a convincing lie about something like this.

The second you’re down all the way and the platform meets the ground, you’re greeted with a flurry of workers and people from the crew. All chorusing questions of ‘are you okay?’ to you as if you’d been up there for days without food or water.

Tamara, one of the women on the styling teams, rushed up to you with a thick black coat, shawling it over you and rubbing your shoulders, “here lovie, y'shaking like a leaf you poor thing... this’ll warm you up.”

Her lower lip pouted out in sympathy for you, her dark curls of hair casting over her eyes as she spoke “Gosh, you look so cold, the wind up there must’ve been so chilly… your cheeks are all red— and your hair's all over the place."

At least she was attributing it all to the cold wind, and wasn't immediately aware you'd just snogged with your bandmate up there. Either way the slight shake to your hands was the last of your worries, and your gaze has landed on Harry— but he was already looking at you.

His stare said it all really, the look of we have unfinished business all over his face. The tiny curve to the corner of his mouth that may go unnoticed to everyone else but you. Possibly because you had his tongue in your mouth less than half an hour ago, but still— you pick up on it all the same.

Georgie is fussing over him currently, and Harry takes a second to break the eye contact the two of you held, pausing to let out a breathy laugh as he turns to Georgie, “And surely after all this excitement we get to go back to the hotel room— no more crazy behind the scenes to film?”

Tamara’s ears perk and she overhears him, nodding as she rubs your shoulder, “we’ve already got a car down there to get you back to the hotel."

You thank god for the bridge being closed to traffic, entirely unable to imagine trying to trudge through hordes of tourists and potentially fans just to get back to a car.

Several people escort you and harry down the stairs to where a black car is parked opposite to the exit.

Tamara opens the door for you both, and you share a look before scooting into the backseats. Georgie gets into the front passenger seat, greeting the driver politely. Already clued in on the mishap on the bridge, they waste no time having a relieved laugh about you both getting down in one piece.

The heater is already cranking in the black car, heating your skin. Harry pats the middle seat with his hand, giving you a look. It lingered like an unspoken sentence in the glimmer of his green eyes, and the tiny upwards tilt to the corner of his mouth.

Next to me, it said.

Like it was less question, and more that he needed you next to him more than anything else in the world right now.

And as you’re coming to realise, this look on his face can pretty much get you to do anything. It’s only telling how far that alone could take you. So you silently settle into the middle seat, pulling the seatbelt across yourself. Buckling it in, feeling Harry’s thigh gently press against your own.

There are so many unspoken words floating in the air between you two. Things you want to say, things you want to do, all suspended above you. Making you wonder if Georgie— who is rugged up in the front seat and is apparently accompanying you both on the ride back to the hotel— can sense it too.

However, he seems oblivious despite your expectation for him to be the opposite. He pays no additional mind to you both, other her than the slight dart of his eyes to your body taking up the middle seat instead of the window seat behind him.

Your teeth are working over the skin on the corner of your lower lip as you’re driving back towards central London. Delmar, the driver whose name you’ve overheard in passing as Georgie and him acquainted, is weaving back into the thick of the cities traffic as you’re off the closed bridge.

Harry’s eyes are cast outside the window, but his hands are deciding to play a dangerous game. Simply at the fact he cannot help himself. He’s aware that Georgie is distracted, and is taking the opportunity to innocently flex his knuckles against your knee. Breaching the gap from where his hand rests atop his own. The warm city lights are cutting a deep shadow across his jaw, outlining the smirk on his side profile.

It conveys his need to touch you, that your body filling up the space next to him is not enough. Although you have to hold back an exasperated sigh at his actions, and how he is only making this worse for you, you end up sliding your hand down your thigh, slowly and carefully.

It's likely that you're just as bad as him, because you brush your hand against his— Nothing but your pinky stretched out, grazing his. Both of your eyes shifting upwards to lock with each other, then back to Georgie. A silent acknowledgment at how careful the two of you have to be right now.

Slowly, you link your pinky around his own, catching his ring finger too as he curls them against you. The delicate touch is somehow a head-spinning mix of sincere and beautiful, but also so insanely attractive.

He's smiling, a wide grin that his free hand attempts to cover as his elbow rests on the car door. Covering the dimples you wanted to take in, allowing you only the sight of slightly crinkled eyes from how hard he's smiling underneath the palm of his hand. To put it simply, right now he looks like an art piece. His chocolate curls over his forehead, and the smile on his face you know that you're the cause of. Hands brushing together, hidden between the both of you— all in the back of a car, trying to hide it like true teenagers.

It's sudden when you realise you are in the exact same state, struggling to disguise the curve of your mouth from not only Harry, but the other two people in the vehicle. Trying to press your lips together as he plays with your fingers. Hands soft and warm against yours, your eyes casting down to where they're joint together between the two of your knees. Just barely. Small enough a move to ensure you're the only two that know about it, but also enough to make your stomach churn with need.

I want his mouth on mine again, your brain chimes.

Before your brain can send you spiraling back into the memory of you two kissing, the sound of your name from the front seat cuts through it.

"Y/N, You were up there, tell Delmar what it was like!"

Snapping your gaze back to Georgie, he serves a unintentional reality check for you.

"Oh, uhm—" Shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts, you endeavor to form a coherent sentence. Harry's hand gently, and as discretely as possible, slides out of yours, taking its place back on his own thigh. If you were to look, you'd see that the smile on his face has somehow gotten wider, as if the aspect of being nearly caught out in the backseat of the car is the most amusing thing in the world.

Amplified by him listening to you stumble over your words, that too is endearingly hilarious. A true gentlemen.

However, you're now unable to find the words for what happened up there that don't relate to having someone kissing you over and over again.

"Well, you can imagine it was beautiful," A tiny, pained chuckle comes out of you, "London is... massive— from up there, y'know?"

God. You sound like such an idiot, you already know that.

The driver laughs and nods at your attempt to tell the story, voice warm and sincere as he replies, "Some things can be hard to put into words, I understand."

You take a moment to realign your thoughts, come up with anything better than 'London is... massive'.

Finally smiling back at him, you draw in a breath, trying to articulate the feeling prior to getting distracted up there with your bandmates mouth, "Well, the city lights are kind of like a warm sky of stars... Hard to believe that there's so many people in London when you look at it from that high up."

He hums at your much better description of the sight, and of course— just as anyone would, he curiously asks a few more questions.

Such as 'how long were you up there? were you scared?' All of which Georgie unfortunately does not swoop in on to steer the conversation again, as he too wants to hear the experience from you.

Delmar does eventually cast his attention to Harry's broad frame in the rear view mirror, quizzing him on his own outlook on the event, making you thankful to have a second to breath and not be skirting around the fact you made out with the person sitting currently right next to you.

He handles the questions with tragic ease— or at the very least it comes off that way— but you can hear how he is still trying not to laugh. And the way he's knocking your thigh with his every chance he gets when the eyes in the front of the car aren't on either of you.

The streets and the traffic within them get busier as the hotel the band is staying at draws close. Delmar weaving into the back lot so you can both get inside discreetly, not forgetting to thank you for the pleasurable chat. His kind words you both smile, and Harry isn't shy to also gives his gracious appreciation, "Drive was a dream, thank you mate, 'ave a lovely rest of your night."

His hand comes to open the car door, allowing him to slide out— But once he's standing, he gestured out his palm for you to take as your feet come to the asphalt below. The smirk on his face as you take it is enough to make you roll your eyes, trying to downplay the effect it has on you.

He leans discretely down to your ear, speaking only loud enough for you both to hear, "I know I will."

A wink to you, and it feels like your knees are going to give out simply where you stand. He gives it a squeeze before breaking off to shut the car door, and walk over to where Georgie is standing.

“Tamara told me they’ve got hot chocolates prepared in the foyer for you two.” Georgie informs you both, typing quickly back to Tamara on his phone before leading you both in through the back entrance of the hotel. Harry’s hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket as you walk beside him, likely to stop himself from caving and trying to grab your hand or arm in his as you walk behind Georgie.

The air is contrastingly cold compared to the warm car, which brings another bout of relief when you to get back into the heated hotel lobby.

Surely enough, a short, older lady comes out from a kitchen area upon you all entering. Promptly walking up to Georgie with a tray with 3 large cups filled with the sweet beverage. He gasps in excitement as she approaches, remarking sweetly that "Tam even got me one, what a sweetheart!"

"Bet thats the real reason y'came back with us." Harry teases, then nods in greeting to the lady holding the tray of drinks, "Thanks for these, love."

Even she looks up at him with a big grin. Reminding you of the way the elderly ladies talked about the boys when you were filming earlier for this music video. Harry— and all the others— just have that charm about them. Clearly it lacks a generational age limit. And you know what, you cant even blame her. She gets it.

"Not a worry darling's, buzz us if you all need anything else,” You give her a smile as she reaches to pat your arm, “it should warm everyone up.”

“Thank you so much.” You affirm as you clasp the hot cup from the tray.

Heading towards the posh elevator, Georgie presses the up button and is talking to Harry about tomorrow, how he has a fitting for a suit. Something about an awards show. You're struggling to pay attention, as you know all three of you are headed to the same floor. Not only does Georgie have to think you're going back to your respective rooms for the night, but if any of the other boys waited up for you two, there is no way you're going to get to be alone tonight.

Harry is busy entertaining Georgie's itinerary as you step into the elevator, his hand reaching for the '32' button on the control panel. The descent up each floor feels like it drags on forever, anticipation for how this is going to play out genuinely killing you.

When the large silver doors open to the 32nd floor, all of you walk out in tandem onto the tiled hallway. Your rooms are all pooled together at the start of the hall, meaning there’s hardly any further to walk once you’re out of the elevator.

Your own keycard for your room is in your phone case, so you reach to pop the case off and slide it out as you come to a stop outside the large white doors of your room.

"Well," You clear your throat, eyes darting between Harry and Georgie, "Glad we all survived that ordeal, I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow."

A small buzz sounds from the sensor as you hold the card over it, a small green light flashing.

“Mhm, tomorrow.” Harry affirms casually, casting a sly nod your way from where he stands on the opposite side of the hallway. Standing outside his own room, fishing out a keycard from deep in the pocket of his jeans.

Georgie, who is happily and unknowingly pushing open his own door, chuckles at your comment, "Definitely glad, see you two in the morning."

With a small smile, he makes sure to squeeze in a a final reminder to Harry, "H, half ten tomorrow, don't forget."

The two of you have both slid inside your respective hotel rooms as Harry laughs quietly, replying to him, "Wouldn't dare."

Waiting, your free hand clutches the door. Admiring his face in the warm glow of the hall lights, and the way he keeps his eyes trained on the room Georgie was disappearing into. As you watch, you’re taking a sip of your hot chocolate when his gaze finally darts to yours as the click of a door sounds up the hall.

Now you’re just looking at each other, tension in the air thick and warm. He’s smiling as he mimics your behaviour, taking a leisurely drink from his own cup without breaking eye contact.

Given the few seconds of silence, you are certain that no one is going to disturb you, and a sense of relief washes over you. Finally. Other than the pounding of your heart in your chest, everything around you is quiet. You peak your head around the smooth rim of the doorframe, all the doors were shut, and the rooms were hushed.

By some grace of god, not only has one of your managers gone to bed without any hunch as to what’s going on, but the rest of your bandmates too. And it really is just the two of you.

Harry’s gaze is burning into with an equal grin when you look back to him. Revelling in the privilege he feels watching you step quietly back into the hall, turning your body to very gingerly tug your door closed again.

You cannot be closing the gap between you both fast enough, you’re practically running across the hall, shoes lightly clacking against the tiles to reach him before this perfect opportunity could be interrupted by a single soul. Pursing your lips as you step across the threshold of his door and the hallway, forcing back a laugh that’s bubbling in your chest at the situation.

Not wasting a second more, you invade his space. Leaning into the curve of his body where his arm is braced against the door he’s holding open.

“Hi…” Your hand reaches up to meet the back of his neck, where it cranes to look down to meet your eyes.

“Hey, baby,” he rasps, eyes fluttering as he takes you in. The black of his pupils have blown out over the mosaic of emerald green surrounding them, dilated in what can only be described as sheer anticipation. Conveying the want and need he feels without having to speak more than a word. That alone is something you can’t handle for half a moment longer, because suddenly your hand sinks into the soft curls at his nape, and you’re pulling to tug his head further down. Moulding your lips together in a single, rushed movement.

There’s no words that can do justice the feeling that explodes in your chest. Little buds of heat bloom and flower in there faster than you can keep up with, kicking your lungs into a pant as his tongue can’t help but get involved immediately— lulling over the fullness of your bottom lip. The firm press of a single kiss had promptly melted into a plethora, one after the other as your lips show no mercy against one another.

You have to physically focus to keep the cup from slipping from your grip. A nearly impossible feat when his tongue is invading the gap between your top and bottom lip, gliding into your mouth with a hum from his throat at the taste of you. Warm and chocolatey, a flavour he wants to sink in.

Harry too tastes of the warm drink, a sweet contrast to earlier— when your tongue tingled from the spearmint on his breath. Your body leans into his. More, more, more, your brain is practically begging. Naturally it causes him to stumble back as your chest is arching to press against his own. The softness of your body makes him want to groan, and his hand almost instinctually leaves its hold on the doorframe to meet the dip of your waist. Supporting your stature as he pulls you to follow each step back he takes.

With a loud slam, the door falls shut, eliciting a slight flinch and laugh from you both. Like you didn’t expect it. As if natural consequences don’t exist right now, and the world around you is falling away with every press of lips against skin. There is no actions causing reactions, except the ones happening solely between the two of your bodies.

“Oh god—“ You sputter a strained laugh, hand stroking along his jawline as your eyes dart to the now shut door. It’s thrown the room into darkness, except for the faint glow London’s city lights have provide from his window on the opposite side of the room. “So much for being discrete… and quiet.”

This lighting bought the sharp shadows back onto his face, but this time you can finally touch them— revel in them.

“You’ll be more worried about quiet later, darling.” His voice comes low against your cheek, hand on your hip. Guiding you backward until the small of your back meets the cool countertop of the kitchenette.

His words bring that familiar, pleasure-filled roll into your stomach. Drawing out a tiny whine from your throat as he smirks against your flushed skin. Placing a peck against your cheekbone, he lingers for a few seconds. Letting the warmth of his lips burn a mark into the very nerves they touch, before pulling back to take a swig of the hot chocolate between his hands. Using his free one to now guide your own cup towards your mouth.

As your big eyes look up to him, he breaks his lips from the lid to speak, “drink s’more, it’ll be a cold chocolate by the time we come back to it.”

Chuckling around the edge of the cup, you press your mouth to it and let the sweet and warm liquid trail down your throat. He watches intently, the way you swallow it down— knuckles coming to run from the base of your throat upwards, tracing along the hook of your jaw.

He has to stifle a groan at the sight of you, the way your throat bobs with your red cheeks and messy hair. It translates instead through the clench of his jaw, and fluttering shut of his green eyes. The expression makes your stomach flip, not only warm from the hot chocolate, but from the arousal that’s sparking heat in every part of your body it can tangibly reach.

“Fuck— H,” you say, turning to push the takeaway cup on the counter behind you, “You’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.”

Finally, that groan escapes him simply at your words. Furthering into something more as now both of your hands run up his white shirt. No longer stopped by the barrier of a body harness, you skate along the taut, firm muscles of his abdomen in one long stroke.

“Fuckin’ Hell…” he curses, eyes darting down to meet where your hands have slid up his shirt— again, for the second time tonight.

It’s a much more heated parallel of earlier, one he takes no hesitancy to act on. Leaning into your touch, he turns briefly to place his cup adjacent to yours on the bench top. Feeling your nails scratch along his abs, he is quick to move so he’s facing you again, planting his lips back on your own and reigniting the fiery kiss.

With two free hands now, he runs them up your hips, firmly pulling you against him as he walks you away from the kitchenette. Your feet stumble along with his long strides, brain struggling to pay attention to anything other than the drag of his hot kiss against you.

It’s clear all resolve is lost to you both, and when the backs of your knees hit the edge of the cool comforter… “Im gonna wreck you, love… if you’ll let me.” The depraved words are whispered against your lips.

His body presses you down, you have to sit now, thighs meeting the bed and your lips disconnecting. The sudden distance causes you to whine, “Harry—“

“You’re going to have to tell m’too stop.” He rasps, the heat of his palms travelling up under your sweater. However this time, they traverse higher than just your ribcage— ghosting over the sides of your breasts.

The sight is obscene on its own, despite all articles of clothing still being on. The tension around you both is crowding the air to the point your lungs are heaving to bring any oxygen left into them.

Finally, your brain manages to string a sentence together, “I won’t. I wouldn’t. I don’t think you realise what you’ve done to me.”

The urgency held in your words starkly highlights how fast your need for him has snowballed. You’ve gone from wanting just his lips, to wanting every inch of him. Needing his body pressed against yours, pressed into you. You grasp his hips and tug him to stand between your parted legs.

Once you’d done that, if that hadn’t thrown your last handful of caution to the wind, your fingers now reach for the hem of your sweater.

This was a greenlight. It was a go ahead to cross a line that you both knew shouldn’t be crossed. As it was no longer just words. Not just strung up whispers that imply a want, it was an action that affirmed it. One that drags a growl from him once your hands have shucked the knit from your body, leaving you in just bra and jeans, “pretty little thing y’are.”

“We’re making a mistake, probably,” you pant out, reaching your arms up to his shoulders, grabbing the collar of his jacket to slowly slide it off him. The thick fabric hitting the floor with a gentle thump, “but I don’t fucking care.”

“Mistake is already long done baby, we made that hours ago when we first did this.” He finally cranes down again, pressing a wet kiss against you, making you almost moan.

“Fuck it,” I rasp, “I need you Harry, I wanna do this. Don’t care how stupid we are for it.”

Breaking away from the kiss, his eyes bore down at you as his jaw forms a hard line, “You want this? Need y’to say it…”

His sentence trails off, allowing you a moment to verbalise a yes. A seek for certain consent turns you on even more.

“If it’s not already obvious,” your response comes out in a breathy, almost tortured chuckle, “I do, H.”

It’s like his expression flips. As if his gaze darkens, and now all he wants is to make you feel everything he possibly can, “Right, darling— gonna have to be quiet tonight, though.”

Tonight. God— in your head this implied a want for this to go on for more than just one night. That it’s not just a one and done situation. Your body reels at the imagery it creates in your head.

The picture that shows more than tonight, the two of you sneaking around all over again. Fucking him in his dressing room before soundchecks, in dark hotel rooms, climbing into his bunk on the bus…

And right now, somehow that’s all you want for your future.

“I can…” you nod, “I’ll be quiet if it means I get you, please.”

Your own voice sounds foreign to your ears, the plea so desperate that it comes from you in a tone you’ve simply never heard before. In response, his hands make quick work of your bra as they skate up the skin of your back to meet the clasp— shedding it off your body with a gentle groan.

He lowers you down with his arms, letting your back meet the mattress as he closely follows with his mouth on your neck.

“Already being so good for me,” he rumbles, voice so deep it has you nearly seeing stars, “will y’let me turn the lamp on baby? Want to see you, properly.”

Your heart jumps in your chest, eyes fluttering shut as you nod. He wants to revel in your body, see every reaction it has to offer— and that’s enough to have goosebumps rattle up your skin.

However, your nod alone doesn’t satisfy him.

His hands run up your waist, skirting up your ribcage as his lips instead move down. Mouthing over your clavicle, “Words, love…” making you whine out when his sucks lightly over the skin.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes… yes turn the lamp on…” The words almost shudder out your chest, evoking a smirk from him against your collarbone.

“Good girl.”

His words are foreplay enough on their own with the way his sweet accent twists them out. They replay over and over again as some part of your brain registers the sound of his feet walking across the floor, and the lamp flicking on. Casting a warm glow across the room.

“Want to see you too...”

The sentence comes out of you airy, as if you’re floating. When turns around to come back to you, he audibly groans just at the sight of you. The way your skin is peppered with goosebumps and nipples perked from the cool air of the hotel room.

His steps take him quickly back to you, your eyes big as they stare up at him, hair fanned across the duvet. He reaches a hand to run lightly over your hip, “God, you are fucking divine.”

Shyly, you smile. A part feeling so out of place as you watch him looking at you. Knowing Harry is perceiving you right now— your body from the chest up entirely naked— seeing you in a way he never has before. In attempt to even the playing field slightly, you reach for the white tee that’s fitted across his chest, tugging the hem of it so he gets the hint.

As he peels it off his torso and you want to cry. The abs on his chest are in front of you, along with every inch of tan skin that’s littered in the dark ink. Secretly, his tattoos have always been something you’ve wanted to trace your tongue over. An urge you’ve been denying since he got the first one, and it’s only grown since… the idea of re-carving the lines of the butterfly that sits in the middle of his abdomen with the heat of your mouth… or perhaps lower over the laurels that bloom from the band of his jeans.

“You look so good… so beautiful, H.” Is all you manage to groan out. Your legs part instinctively as you spew out compliments, letting him step between your thighs again. Filling the space like the piece of a puzzle, he slots perfectly between them.

Wasting no time before taking his lips to your breast, kissing over you and making your back arch. Hands coming back to the dark curls on his head, lacing into them as his mouth works delicately over you.

The whimpers that are echoed around the room are enough to drive him insane. Tiny whines and pleas of his name coming from you as your hands tangle further into his hair— pulling at the soft roots. Your body is reacting to his touch like it’s lighting a fire inside of you.

“Harry— fuck—“ when he looks up to you, he sees your flushed cheeks and screwed shut eyes. That paired with the slight upturn of your brows as your hips suddenly— and desperately— grind into him is enough to make him nearly loose it. He’s unable to take it anymore, and seeing you like this is utterly corrupting him.

His kisses work a trail back up your neck and jaw, meeting your eager lips before muttering with hot breath against you, “Y’are unbelievable, love. Gonna completely ruin myself in you…”

His hands are nearly shaking as he presses his hips flush to your core.

“Ohh—“ your voice croons out as you feel him, the hardness snug between your legs. It’s incomparable to anything you’ve ever felt. Your whole body practically gives out just from that simple action alone.

He is truly going to ruin you and himself in the process.

And happily, you’ll let him.

His fingers ghost down your stomach, over your naval to pop the button of your jeans open with a single hand. Watching his plump bottom lip come between his teeth as your hips instinctively rise upwards to help him slide the tight fabric down your frame.

“That’s m’girl,” he murmurs, patting your exposed hipbone as he slips yours jeans off you. The way his pupils have blown out as he peels them below your core, eyes meeting the fabric of your panties.

“What’s all this?” Once your pants are stripped from your legs, his fingers take place gently to press between your parted thighs. Delicately drifting over the wetness that’s seeped through your already thin pair of underwear.

“T-the panties, or the state that they’re in?” You manage to croak out in amusement, tone tight as he touches over the most sensitive parts of you.

“Because arguably, both are for you.”

“For me…” He hums, “Skimpy pair of panties, and the fact y’ve wet them all the way through… both of those things are all f’me, love?”

His finger plucks underneath the seam of your underwear, yanking the lacy material forwards before letting it snap back into place. Only making you moan aloud, “Fuck—“

“It’s been—“ his thumb runs against you, firmer this time, breaking your voice, “it’s been a long night—“

To your admission he only smirks, unbuttoning his own jeans— again, all with the talent of a single hand. As his other is busy with the ministrations it’s working over your clothed core.

“Mm, wouldn’t want to drag it out any longer, hey baby?” His playful voice making you practically clench… “or should I make you come a couple of time first…”

Suddenly, he’s shucked his own jeans off and kicked them over into the haphazardly made pile of other clothes on the floor. And the simple but absolutely mouth watering pair of CK briefs is all he’s left in. His hard cock filling up the space in them, making it abundantly clear he’s working with a lot tonight.

He leans back into your ear, feeling your legs wrap around the backs of his thighs like you’re trying to mould the two of you together, “Could work over your pretty pussy with m’fingers, get it nice and wet.”

The filth from his mouth only makes you moan, tightening your legs and finally feeling the length of his cock back against your cunt.

There’s few layers between you now, and his hands meet your hips to hold you in place flush with himself, “fuck—“

“Could play with you using my mouth for a bit—“ he bites out, already struggling to regulate his breath, “reckon you’d loose it the second I got m’lips around your clit.”

Jesus Christ.

“H— please—“ your words are desperate, voice growing louder.

“Or does my pretty girl just want my cock? Is it too much for you to wait before y’have me— y’just need to be filled up now?”

You rub firmly up against him, a long drag that has him muffling a groan into your neck— teeth grazing the skin of your ear as he revels in the feeling entirely.

“Want it now,” you conclude, “can’t stop thinking about you just stretching me out.”

“God— you are such a fucking tease, y’don’t even realise it,” he growls, kicking back into action as his rough hands travel down your side to hook into your panties.

“Laying here, begging for my cock like a good girl.” The rasp in your voice only makes you more turned on… and the pet name— that in itself is enough to keep you here all night. All things he’s about to witness first hand as he steps back so he can work your underwear off your body.

“Lift y’hips up, dove, let me see your pretty cunt.”

He moans at the sight.

Your panties aren’t even off you and he’s moaning like he’s a starved man.

“Fuck, baby.” There’s a desperate sound to him as he sees your swollen cunt, green eyes raking over the wetness that’s pooled between your legs. Unblinking, scared as if you might disappear.

His own moans kick you off too, making you whine out your own plea, “God— Harry, please…”

He manages to get the panties off you, and now he’s able to spread your legs and really look at you. Hands coming between your knees to part them.

You’re a mess.

A complete and utter mess.

“Hiding this gorgeous cunt from me for so long, never knew you’d get this wet f’me.” He groans, fingers coming to your cunt and spreading you open, “puffy clit looks like it’s been wanting attention for hours, darling.”

The sensation ripples through you body, washing up your spine with a chill that he can almost see, “I— shit…” your voice shudders, “feels like it.”

“Kills me thinking you were this ready for me when we were in the car, or god— on that fucking bridge.”

He swirls his thumb over your clit, your arousal glistening on the pad of his finger. You’re begging before you can stop yourself, backs of your legs tightening around his as you groan, “Harry, please, don’t tease me.”

This pulls a chuckle from his chest, rumbling as he flicking over you gently, “M’not teasing y’baby, just enjoying you.”

His finger slowly dips inside of you, “S’this better, this what my girl wanted?”

“Fuckk…” you roll against his hand, feeling him work a second one into you at your reaction. Relishing the feeling of you around his fingers, the wetness he can’t believe he’s managed to be the cause of.

Never in a million years did he imagine the two of you would be in a situation like this, yet here you are. Breath panting out of lungs as he smirks down at you, watching your brows knit together with every slow curl of his long fingers.

Suddenly, he verbalises this, “Never thought I’d get you under me like this, that I’d get to see you all worked up for me.”

“I—“ you bite your lip as his thumb comes back to gently stroke your clit while his other fingers ease in and out of you. The pace excruciatingly slow, considering you just wanted him to flip you over and fuck you senseless— but is causing a deep winding in the pit of your stomach.

It’s another moment where your mouth and brain struggle to match up, but finally, you push out a reply, “I’ve always been denying that I’ve wanted this… but fuck.”

“Mm?” He hums, cocking a brow and urging you to keep talking with a quicker thrust of his fingers, “Care to tell me more, love, about these thoughts of yours?”

“Always pretended I didn’t, but fuck I’ve wanted to have you—“ he hooks his fingers, “B-but— fuck, Harry— I’ve wanted your cock for so long…”

His mouth is suddenly on yours, a rough and messy exchange— tongues running over lips, teeth grazing already kiss swollen mouths. It’s a kiss that you’re both groaning into, yours perpetuated as his fingers slide out from between your core.

An unwelcome emptiness to your body, especially given the pleasure it was slowly building up for you.

However, this is no longer an issue when he leans to your ear, “I have condoms, baby— just say the words.”

“Yes, yes, please—“ you croak out, hands running up his bare back before he doesn’t waste any time breaking away from you.

Trying to make it quick as you lie there awaiting his return, a hand running between your own legs in the meantime.

He comes back with a small square packet, stopping dead in his tracks as he sees the sight of you. When he thinks there’s no way his cock could get harder, he’s proved wrong when he catches glimpse of your own fingers pushed into you.

“So desperate,” he almost growls as he walks over, pushing boxers down his thighs without a second thought. A moan escaping you at the sight of his thick cock springing up, lust driving the both of you now— its deep hooks sunk into you in their entirety.

“They don’t feel the same though, do they?” He asks, eyes dark as his hand runs down the middle of his stomach to come wrap around his length and slowly stroke over it, “don’t hear you moaning like you were five minutes ago.”

“Fucking hell,” your hips feel like they’re on fire, another roll against your own hand but he’s right, “no, nothing is as good…”

“I have a feeling we’re going to fuck ourselves up here,” he pauses, taking the wrapper of the condom between his teeth and tearing it. Hand rolling it over his length— his teeth sucking his bottom lip between them at the sensitivity. His nose sighs out a breath after a moment, glancing back over to you, continuing on from what he was saying a moment prior, “tha’ no matter how hard we try we’re always gonna want this.”

His hands gesture between the two of you, and despite how many problems that idea alone could spell you, you nod feverishly, “I’ll have it… I’ll take it that way if it means I get to have you.”

With that, he’s stepping forward and taking the space between your thighs, “guess the damage is already done, anyway.”

His breath is laboured as he pulls your ass forward, cock pressed against your core.

“You tell me baby,” Harry sighs out, leaning his body over yours again from where he stands at the edge of the bed, lips grazing your cheek in a soft but heated movement, “tell me just how you want it.”

There’s an element of tenderness and care in the way the hushed words fan warmly across your face. Intimate with the way the two of you are pressed together… almost as close as you can get. One step away from being two halves that form some kind of messy, beautiful whole.

Your hands embrace the moment, sliding between your chests to cradle his jaw. A tiny laugh coming from you as his gaze flickers down to your breasts, and how they’ve pushed together from your arms. As a silent acknowledgment of your giggling at him, he rolls his eyes in faux annoyance.

And oh god, he is beautiful.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

Plain and simple, the words come from your hushed voice, “Want you just like this, H.”

His lips part, looking at you.

“Want you close, just want you to fuck me.”

And how could he ever say no to that.

A hand wrapping around his cock, he carefully lines himself up with you, leaning back to kiss you as he slowly, so very slowly, pushes into you.

There’s a gasp that immediately comes from you, and a moan that rumbles from him. Shared between the fraction of space between your lips, opened both in shock and pleasure.

“Fucking hell—“ his voice is so deep as he leans his forehead to yours, hair messily cascading over it, “so tight ‘round me.”

“Harry— f— shit…” you can’t even complete a sentence, even with the litany of profanities that are echoing in the chambers of your head.

“That feel good?” He asks, hand coming to your waist as he slides further into you, finally reaching the thick middle of his cock.

“Mmm…” only able to nod, your hips are rolling on their own accord now. The slight pinch of him stretching you out, paired with that pleasurable fullness that neither of your fingers could come close to.

His body straightens up at the buck of your cunt against him, “D—fuck—dontfuckingmove—“

It feels like all the blood in his body has deviated in two directions. Firstly, into his head, making him feel so lightheaded the room is nearly slanted. And secondly, straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you so hard you can feel it.

You moan at the sensation, and at the rough clamp of his fingers around your hips— attempting to still them, “baby, don’t… just— just need a moment, or I’m gonna come before I can even ruin you…”

“Already ruined,” you pant, eyes coming to his as sweat starts to dampen your skin— a light sheen over your glowy complexion.

“So fucking filthy.” He mutters, looking down between the two of you.

His cock half pushed inside you he’s certain is the best view he’s ever seen. Better than any view from the top of a bridge, a mountain, or any other landmark in the world.

Your swollen, glistening cunt wrapped around him, already leaking arousal more arousal now he’s got his cock in you. Reacting as you’ve never been touched before.

Slowly, he manages to get himself fully inside of you, and is starting to make small thrusts— hips gently hitting against yours as he draws in and out of you. A low, intense groan escaping him with each movement. And it’s good to know it feels just as insane for him as it does for you, because right now— even with just his length rutting at such a gradual pace inside of you, you’re already melting.

Every inch of your body is tingling as his name comes from your lips in the form of a desperate moan, “Harry….”

A harder thrust, and your hands are wringing the white comforter as you legs wrap tighter around his middle.

He wants to imprint the shape of your body on this duvet, and frame the scrunches from your curled fists like art pieces. Just to know that what he did to you, and how it made you feel was entirely real. Not something he dreamed up. That the words leaving your lips are no figment of depraved imagination.

“I'm so fucking wet… I’m sorry— I'm making a mess.” You whine, body shaking. You feel out of control, every reaction coming from your body that of a primal instinct you can't wrap any element of authority over.

The sweet cadence of your voice as you shift beneath him... that in itself makes him feel like if he blinks, he’s suddenly going to wake up. Alone in a hotel room, in need of a cold, cold shower. Making his head spin, and it effortlessly swindles his sense of reality from him.

His hands splay on your hips, the hint of possessive nature in him you felt as they coil and tighten around the skin there. Anchoring where you lay as he cements himself in reality.

“No baby—“ he scolds at your apology, “y'dont 'ave to apologise. Being such a good girl f’me… feel you clenching me so hard already.”

An unbridled moan tears from your chest as he takes it upon himself to pull almost all the way out of your cunt, and then swiftly drive back into you.

“Fuckkk!” It’s a high pitched moan, the exact thing he wants to hear more of, even though the two of you should be trying a lot harder to be quiet. It still manages drags out a groan of him in response.

“Have to— shittt… have to be quiet darling…” he reminds, head tossing back as he suddenly picks up the pace between your legs.

“Feels so good, H… your cock is filling me up feels so fucking good—“

“N’ya takin’ it so bloody well,” he slaps lightly at your ass, suddenly grabbing it to cant your hips upward, “never been fucked this good, have you?”

In truth, you haven't. Never has it felt like every nerve-ending on your body is tingling, and like any more from him and you would simply break.

“N-no, Harry.” your head physically shakes, arms using any strength you have left to come behind you, and prop yourself up onto your elbows. Desperately, you want to see him inside of you, and what he's done to you.

He smirks at this, watching your eyes meet where he's stretching you out between your legs. The way your eyes flutter shut and roll back just at the sight. A visual accompanying the feeling is almost too much for you to process.

"Tha's it baby, take a look... see what I'm doing, how my cock is making y'feel so good."

A clench around his cock, and he grunts with another deeper thrust into you. Its sudden and abundantly clear that he’s starting to loose himself in you, unable to stop his mouth from spewing every dirty thing his brain produces, “C'mon, love. Beg me for it.”

“Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

Your core is fluttering around him now, succinctly timed to each press of his cock, “Harry—“

The words however don’t come, only whines and moans as his cock pushes deeper into you with each stroke.

“Don’t make me get rough.” His tone is a sweet contradiction to his words, and he only juxtaposes them further with the feather-like touch of his fingers against your breast, "Or is that what my girl wants, wants me to get rough? Use you a little. Let me be selfish with this pussy and take it how I want.”

Curling his fingers around your breast, he squeezes gently, making you bite down on your lip to stifle the cry that was threatening to come out.

“Rough, be rough… can take it.” You pant out, arms giving out again as your back hits the mattress. Unable to support your weight, but still managing to reach up and tug his face to yours. He folds his body over yours to comply with the pull of your hands. Chest to chest, his cock is starting to slam harder into you, deeper— hitting places you were unaware of as his pelvis stimulates your clit from this new angle.

Turning to mush, the moans are bubbling out faster than you’re able to hold them back, your mouth resting parted against his cheekbone. His ears hearing each and every sound with complete pleasure.

“Shh, such a loud girl.” He says, but its hardly a scold or instruction to quieten down. It speaks more like an invitation, to let him hear more of you, no matter the consequences it could bring after the fact.

Infact, his own voice is beginning to sound strained, like another rough clench of your cunt and he's would to come straight into the condom wrapped around his cock.

You want him to come desperately. Your body perhaps wants it even more— doing things to tip him closer and closer to the edge you're both teetering on without even consciously noticing it.

Legs tightening around his waist, arms holding him as close as physically possible, nails clawing at the firm muscles of his back. As if there were a way to fuse the two of your frames together.

“God… it’s so fucking good… I feel so good.”

“Pretty girl, about to come all over my cock." He grinds out, feeling you pulse around his length, "About to wake the whole floor up, aren't you?"

The sound of him fucking you is enough— each slide of himself into your slick arousal that’s soaked both your cunt and his cock is louder than the next. But god, oh god, its hand that slowly wraps around the column of your neck that completely undoes you.

He doesn't press down, the touch is actually quite tender. But even the semblance of control it represents in your mind rips a moan from you as your core tightens, a hot budding sensation in the pit of your stomach. His slender fingers gliding up slowly— a stark contrast to the pace he's taking between your legs— thumb stroking the hook of your jaw with just a tad more pressure behind it.

Your impending orgasm feels like a pot that is just about to boil over the edge. It's making your whole body shake, "Sh— Shit! Harryyy, im gonna—"

"Mhm, baby, it's okay, i know," He whispers hoarsly into your ear, "Dont worry, y'can come, let it all go around my cock."

"Ohh— Oh god!" Your syllables draw out as you moan, eyes screwing shut as suddenly all the pressure between your hips explodes, "come with me."

The plea spills from your lips as your body clenches around him, making him moan with you. In an instant response to your words, you feel his thrusts turn messy and harsh inside you. Your name a loud drawn out whine that echoes around the room as he gives into your ask without a single question.

The two of your moan completely in sync as a shared blanket of ecstasy and euphoria casts over you both. The moment maybe lasted a minute, or really no more than two. But it felt endless, as if time and reality ceased to exist when you both finished with each other. His cock released into the condom, but his thighs stuttered against yours either way, as if he were filling your cunt with his orgasm. A groan rattling from him when your legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him flush to you. You know he knows that's exactly what you were wishing were happening right now. Playing along with it to satiate the sick craving for it within you as you still pulsated around his length.

Expletive's are the only things coming from your mouths other than whines. Your orgasms gradually subsiding from the heated high that was all consuming to a low hum that lingers in your bones. Still, you're holding his hips to yours as if to keep him inside of you.

Logistically, a condom was the appropriate thing to do for first and very unplanned time together, but of course right now you wish otherwise.

"Fuckkk, dirty girl," He growls out finally, pressing a hot kiss to your smiling mouth, "Acting like im filling you up?"

Hand sliding up to your cup your jaw fully now, he cranes his thumb out and is pulling on your lip, waiting for your brain to slowly start working enough to generate a sensical reply.

"Is that wrong?"

"Fuck, no. it's so hot." His voice is low as he kisses you again, letting your mouths work against each other again in a sensual kiss.

"Can't help it, H," You try to justify anyways, "cock feels so good inside me, was wishing I got your come..."

“Didn’t know you wanted it angel,” he whispers in a pant.

“Mhm, neither,” you hum against his mouth, “till I just realised how good it made me feel imagining your finishing inside of me.”

"Gonna make me hard again..." He sighs out with a shake of his head, "'Nother night baby, can fill you up anywhere y'like."

Anywhere. God.

Images of his cock filling your mouth makes you shudder with need. A thing you are keenly interested in trying… and since clearly he’s insinuating this could happen again…

"Want this again?" You ask, a slightly serious tone taking over your voice as he slowly peels off you, feeling your legs loosen from around him as his cock softens.

A smile blossoms on his lips at the way your big eyes gaze up to him, "Again, and again."

"If it wasn't obvious already, love."

A blush was conjuring on your cheeks out of nowhere, "I— Okay... good. Because I do too."

"Who knows—" He begins, pausing with a slight wince as he slides out of you. There’s a lull in what he was saying for a moment, when he leans down to kiss your cheek, walking over to a bin to dispose of the used condom that was just wrapped over him.

He also goes and grabs the two take away cups from the counter, wasting no more time before coming back to you. Finally resuming his prior conversation, “Drink this and then maybe we can squeeze another round in before we have t'sneak you back to your room."

"Think we woke anyone?" You giggle, sitting up to take the cup from his hand thats gestured out to you.

"Wouldn't rule it out." He snorts, "we can worry about what lie we'll tell later, if anyone asks."

"But," he takes a small sip from his cup, still staring at you, "either way, right now, i dont care."

"I want you." His voice is certain, "So, rest of tha' is irrelevant to me."

"C'mere," Hand wrapping around his bicep, pulling him onto the bed with you. The mattress sinks with his weight on top of it, his firm frame that was only just on top of you moments before... You lean forward and peck his mouth with yours. One he doesn't want to end as soon as it does, his mouth chasing yours as you pull back far too soon for his liking. Clearly, you're in the same boat as him, unable to find it in yourself to care about anything other than him. That in this very moment as you have him, real and in front of you, he is yours. "Fuck, then. Lets just do it."

"Think we already did, love." He chuckles, letting the innuendo come out with a rasp. Unbelievable, he is.

You can only shake your head, suppressing a grin as you bring the once-hot hot chocolate to your lips. The liquid is lukewarm at best, but somehow nothing has ever tasted better— except maybe his mouth.

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a/n: hope you guys enjoyed, this has been in the works in my drafts for SO long. pls let me know what you think! ily, thank you for your support and hopefully will post some more writing soon lovelies🤍

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Hideout

Wife reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: your husband and a bunch of strangers show up at your house in the middle of the night.

Warnings: John walker, swearing

A/n: The car they have is a mini van instead of the van they had in the movie, so with actual seats and that stuff - so minor change, that's all.

^the car seating plan

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"Where are we going?" Ava asks, being the third person in the last ten minutes to ask Bucky this. "We'll be there shortly" He grounds out, the same response he's given the last two times.

John is about to say something but is quickly stopped by the glare wielded his way from Yelena. From the past three days of knowing him, she's gotten used to knowing that whenever he opens his mouth, something stupid comes out. Every. Time. And every time, it looks like Bucky is that much closer to pummeling him.

Another fifteen minutes later and Bucky pulls the van into a dirt road leading away from any civilization. Ava and Yelena look out the rear window as the main road is getting further and further away.

The two women glance at each other in concern of where they're heading and how Bucky isn't telling them anything about it. "This seems more like a kidnapping than staying under the radar" Ava finally says when Bucky continues driving deeper into the forest.

"I'm sure the winter soldier knows where we're going and what he's doing. We're fine." Alexei says with a hefty laugh as he's watching from the window beside him.

Bucky meanwhile lets out an aggravated sigh to himself, but he doesn't say anything since in just mere minutes, they'll arrive at the location. The location of which feels like he hasn't been to in way too long for his liking.

And that location is a cabin. A cabin that Tony had set up for his wife during the blip so she wouldn't have to put on any kind of act by being around others all the time. That woman just so happened yo be you, Y/n Barnes.

You're an ex. shield agent that helped Steve with finding Bucky after the events of Pierce and Hydra still being active, as well as the whole project insight fail. Bucky and you caught feelings for each other after some time of finding him again and through the events of the team splitting up and fighting against Thanos, both times. After the second time and all the tragedy, you guys decided to get married. Not that it didn't come with hardships, like the whole therapy thing and having to forgive himself and make amends, and the flagsmashers. But all in all, you love each other.

Which is how you find your eyebrows furrowing as you hear a rusty sound of a car driving along the path towards the cabin. That wasn't normal. Your husband always comes home on his bike, only a car a few times, but those times he alerted you. This time though, you got no communication from him that says not to worry.

So, you immediately turn the light off in the living room and grab your gun from the holster on your thigh. Yes, you may be alone out here, but it doesn't mean danger can't find you. Plus, this is what you were trained for.

You silently move through the pitch black house, the only light coming from the headlights of the car illuminating the halls from through the windows. Sticking to the shadows, you make your way outside through a hidden door at the side of the house.

The gun with your finger on the trigger is held firmly down to your right side as you trek silently to the corner to get a glimpse at who's in the car.

"What is this place?" Yelena asks when Bucky turns off the ignition and pulls the keys out. Instead of answering, Bucky just gets out of the car and puts his hands up after closing the door.

"I know you're there. It's me." He calls out to, appearance wise, no one. This makes everyone still in the van look at each other with confused gazes before unbuckling their seatbelts and getting out of the mini van as well. Except for Yelena right away, she stays to wake Bob up. He had nodded off an hour ago in the drive, his head rested against the small window to his left.

You come out of your hiding spot behind the corner of the house with your gun held in front of you, your legs spread in a fighting stance. That is until it's confirmed that it's in fact your husband and no trick.

Paying no mind to the other people coming out of the car, you holster your gun and go over to him. Bucky quickly wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. He rests his head on your shoulder as he breathes in the light scent of your shampoo that's still lingering from the shower you took this morning.

As Yelena and Bob emerge from the beat up mini van, you and bucky pull apart from one another to face the group of them who are now acting as though they weren't just watching what happened.

You scan over everyone and the last person, your face twists in something someone can only call as disgust. John Walker. "Hey, Y/n, long time no see?" The man at least has the decency to be weary and nervous, scratching the back of his neck. "Could be longer" You say sharply before taking your eyes off him, and just stare at the group as a whole instead.

"Wait, who is this?" Yelena is the one to speak up. "This is Y/n. My wife." Bucky smiles softly, the most genuine look on his face they've seen on him as he looks at you.

"You have a wife?" Several versions of this questions rise from the group, but get off from a glare he sends their way.

"Hey. Nice to meet you guys, I guess" You look back up at your husband before to them again. "Who are you exactly and why do you look like you just went ten rounds with a tornado?" You ask with a raised eyebrow as you take in how disheveled they all look.

"It's best we explain inside." Bucky says. You let out a puff of air before nodding after a moment and taking a key out of your boot. You head to the front door and unlock it, your husband by your side as the rest of them follow inside.

You turn the lights on as Bucky closes and locks the door and enacts the security system that runs through the house and property. "This way" You say and lead them to the living room. As they take a seat, all basically bursting with confusion still, you go over to your husband.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were coming, Buck!?" You exclaim in a hushed whisper. "I didn't have any way of communicating you. And I was a little pre-occupied" He glances at the people in the next room over. "I was worried about you" you finally say. "I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was how you bailed on your congressman meetings and had apparently gone rogue."

"I know, and I'm so sorry, darling. But I promise, I'm alright, and we'll tell you everything that happened" Bucky says and presses a kiss to your lips. You melt into it for a second before remembering about the occupants in the next room over.

"Come on, mind as well get this over with." He says quietly into your ear and wraps your hand in his. He leads you to the living room and to in front of the fireplace to face everyone.

"Alright, this is Alexei, Ava, Yelena, and Bob." Bucky introduces them to you. "And him as well," he quickly nods over to John, not wanting to draw too much of your attention to the man that you loath. And boy, does Bucky understand, but nows not the time.

Yelena does a little awkward wave. "Alright. Would someone like to inform me what the hell exactly happened?" You cross your arms and lean against the fireplace mantle.

They all glance at each other before Yelena sighs and sits up straighter, starting to summarize everything that happened to them up to when Bucky met them and blew up Alexie's limo. At that you look at your husband with a raised brow before Yelena continues, the others popping in at times as well.

Once everyone was finished explaining the events leading up to them arriving here, you pinch the bridge of your nose and quietly groan. "Valentina? As in the same woman from three years ago, is behind this whole thing?"

You get multiple nods and 'yeah's from the group. "Wonderful. Well, next time you plan to see her, bring me with. I have a thing or two to say...or do" the ex spy in you is coming out.

"Does he usually fall asleep like that" you're attention is drawn to Bob who is asleep with his head resting on the back couch cushioning. "Uh, he's been through a lot." Ava says.

"Okay, yeah," you sigh, "Well, down the hall are some bedrooms. You guys look like you need to clean up and some sleep yourselves." You point down the hall to your right.

"Thank you" Yelena nods, the rest of them saying thanks as well before standing and going down the hall. Though John goes over to lift Bob. "Don't bother, he can stay in the couch, he seems peaceful" you tell him, trying to fight off the growl even though technically the man was doing something sweet (ish).

He relents and nods, not wanting to get into a fight with you at this time, knowing he won't win. You go over to the younger man and have him lay down more comfortably on the couch with a pillow, as well as draping one of the throw blankets over him.

"Though if you break anything, I will personally come after you" you call down the hallway before going upstairs to your bedroom with Bucky.

"You're very authoritative. It's good, they actually listened to you" he says once you guys get to your shared room.

"That's cause I'm such an amazing person" you smirk. But a moment later, you smack your husband upside the head. "What was that for?" He asks, surprised at the action, not like it hurt that much anyways.

"For worrying me. And for the stupid shit you did" you say before kissing him softly.

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My Best Friend's Wedding {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18.5k

Warnings: Flirting, set ups by best friends, hook up, closet sex, wedding sex, unprotected sex, Javi G is dirty and you love it, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of extreme wealth, dating

Comments: Coming in for your best friend's wedding, you meet Javi Gutierrez, her new husband's best friend. Best Man and Maid of Honor for the evening leading to something you never expected.

A/N: HEAVILY influenced by the trailer for Materalists

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Oh my God. Where are the flowers? My bouquet?” Your best friend, Ruby, asks in a panic as she looks around the bridal suite. “They are here.” You gesture to the table behind her where the flowers are waiting for her. She sighs in relief and you grin, walking over to her now that she’s in her gown. “You look gorgeous. He’s gonna know he hit the jackpot.” You coo, reaching for her shaking hands. “Thanks. I - I’m so glad you’re here.” She confesses and you smile, “wouldn’t be anywhere else.” You nearly didn’t make it. Coming home from working in L.A had meant a delayed flight made you miss the rehearsal dinner but you flew in on the red eye, exhausted by ready to stand by your friend's side as she marries the man she loves. “Did you meet Javi?” She asks and you shake your head, “not yet. You mentioned he was coming back from L.A too?” She nods, “he’s a screenwriter. Became a producer. He’s big over there but he lives in New York.” She reminds you and you snort, “he clearly didn’t come in on the same flight as me.” Ruby bites her lip, smothering her chuckle, “yeah. He doesn’t really worry about delays.” You roll your eyes, “lucky bastard. I’ll meet him when I walk down the aisle.” You giggle, “now…let’s put on the finishing touches and get you married!” You declare and the other bridesmaids squeal their excitement.

Javi watches as Aaron paces nervously around the groom’s suite. A little jealous of the love and excitement that is shining in his friend’s eyes. Today he is marrying the love of his life and Javi couldn’t even bring a date. Well, he could have, but no one with substance. No one that wants him beyond that wallet he has in his tuxedo pocket. He chuckles and moves over to the groom, stopping him mid pace to adjust his bow tie and flowers that are pinned to his lapel. “Never imagined this day when we were in boarding school together.” He admits with a smile. “Lucky bastard.”

Aaron nods, “aren’t I? She’s - I’m so fucking in love with her I feel like I’m gonna puke right now.” He confesses, “and I have only drank one beer.” The other groomsmen tried to get him to have a shot or two but Aaron refused and Javi put a stop to it, wanting the groom to be sober when he says “I do.” The wedding planner appears moments later and grins when she says “it’s time boys.” Javi pats Aaron on the chest and the groom inhales deeply before making his way through the halls to the doors that lead to the nave. The doors open to expose the crowd and Aaron smiles and waves to his friends and family as he makes his way down the aisle to wait for his bride to make her entrance. “Any minute now.” Javi murmurs, embroidered handkerchief ready for his friend. He knows he will have tears when he sees Ruby. 

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You fumble with your flowers, checking the bride over and she looks at you, hands shaking a little. “You’re gorgeous. He’s definitely going to cry.” You tease and she scoffs playfully, “he’d better.” You chuckle and she steps back to stand with her father just as the wedding planner cues the music. The bridesmaids line up and you wink at Ruby before you make your way down the long aisle to where Aaron is waiting for her.

Javi watches with a smile on his face as the bridesmaids file down the aisle. He met all but the maid of honor. Ruby had been worried that you might miss the entire wedding, so much so that Javi had honestly thought she was going to be sick. You come into sight and he’s struck by how beautiful you are, a vision in the soft pink dresses that Ruby had chosen for her bridesmaids. Accent by glittery ruby pendant necklaces that had been her gifts to her best friends for being there on her special day.

You take your position at the end of the line of bridesmaids and your eyes drift over to Javi, the best man you’ve yet to meet, and holy shit. Ruby never mentioned how hot he is. You’ve always been weak for men that can pull off a mustache. You shuffle in your heels, trying to focus back on the wedding and not how much you want to jump the best man. You don’t know much about him but you know he’s gorgeous. He offers you a smile and a small wave that has you melting and you wave back, “hi.” You mouth just as the song changes and Ruby begins to make her entrance.

It’s hard to drag his gaze away from you, but Ruby and Aaron deserve this moment. They have waited for it for so long and he turns to watch the bride make her way down the aisle towards his best friend. Aaron chokes out a small sob and Javi is right there, quietly pressing the handkerchief into his palm.

You have tears in your eyes as you watch Aaron’s reaction to Ruby. You sniff, taking her flowers and you grin, ridiculously happy for her. They’ve been planning this wedding for so long and you’ve helped her with every detail. Spending nights on FaceTime while you worked overseas or across the country. You can’t believe they are finally getting married. You watch them join hands and focus on them as they go through the ceremony while crying, laughing, and finally kissing when the priest declares them husband and wife.

Javi claps and laughs happily as Aaron makes a loud whoop of happiness, lifting his and Ruby’s entangled hands up in the air. The happy couple sprints down the aisle and now Javi gets to approach you and offer his arm. “So you are the elusive best friend.” He jokes as you take his arm and the two of you quickly follow behind the bride and groom to rush to take photos.

You chuckle as you stride down the aisle, “busy more than elusive. I nearly didn’t make it because of a delay at LAX but I would’ve hired a private jet if I could’ve to make sure I was here for them.” You joke, “it’s nice to finally meet you, Javi.” You offer him a soft smile as you walk through the church doors and onto the street where the cars are waiting to take you to the reception but not before you are whisked off for photos.

Javi sits next to you as you ride through the streets and wonders why you weren’t at the engagement party. “What do you do?” He asks, twisting his body towards you. “That keeps you on the road so much?”

He’s so handsome and he oozes charm in a way that makes your skin tingle. It’s alarming how charismatic he is, dark eyes soft and focused on you. “I’m a photographer. Mainly I do photography for sets…like movies, tv shows. Takes me all over the place.” You confess, “but it’s my passion. Even if it means I pay for a New York apartment that I barely use.” You chuckle, “what about you? Ruby said you were just in L.A?”

He is surprised and delighted that you work adjacent to his own field. Even if you don’t recognize him, that’s even better for him. He nods. “Visitng the west coast reminds me of home.” He explains. “My family is from Mallorca, we lived right on the cliffs overlooking the Balearic Seas.”

You smile, enjoying the look on his face as he thinks of his home. "I've never been but I hear it's gorgeous." You look down at his hands, noticing the lack of a ring, and you bite your lip, "you came to the wedding without a plus one too?"

“No date.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Although a certain member of the wedding party has been talked about continuously.” He admits, leaning closer and grinning mischievously. “I think our friends were hoping we might have a spark.”

You snort, nodding, "oh yes. The bride has not stopped talking about the handsome best man and...and I don't think she was exaggerating about how handsome he is." You confess, "they were definitely plotting to hook us up today."

His eyes sparkle and he takes your compliment to heart. “Perhaps we should indulge them?” He ponders. “It is their wedding day. It should be exactly what they wish.”

You haven't had sex in a while...not since your last boyfriend broke up with you because you were gone too much for work. Javier is sexy and charming - you could definitely do worse to break your dry spell. "Let's see how the day goes. A girl needs a little wooing." You tease, winking at him despite knowing you're definitely going to fuck him later.

He can agree with that, smirking slightly as he picks up your hand and kisses the back of it softly. “And wooed you shall be.” He promises.

Your skin tingles from where he kissed you and you lean back into the seat, knowing this wedding is going to be fun with Javier at your side. You arrive at the reception, a beautiful building that will also be the setting for the photos and Javier opens the door, holding his hand out to you to help you out of the car. "What a gentleman." You coo and he chuckles, "most of the time." You giggle and his hand is on your lower back as he guides you into the building where the bride and groom are waiting.

The venue is opulent, gorgeously decorated and Javi is impressed by the choices Aaron and Ruby have made for this. “Shall we get a drink once we ‘arrive’?” He asks. “What is your drink of choice?”

You like how he hovers close and you tilt your head towards him after you admire the decor. Months of Facetime discussions between you and Ruby now come to life and it's perfect. "Champagne." You smile, "or prosecco. I don't mind. Anything bubbly."

“Anything bubbly.” He repeats, making note of that. “I think that we can take care of that.” He guides you over to the doorway so you can take your place behind the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, the bridal party entering before the happy couple. He notices your dress is caught and he stops you. “Wait” he tells you, bending down to gently untangle your dress so you don’t trip or rip the bottom.

Your heart flutters as he kneels down in front of you to untangle your dress. “Truly you’re a gentleman, Javi.” You smile, taking his arm that he offers you after he stands up straight. The band plays the entrance music and you grin as you enter the reception to cheers and applause.

The table for the bridal party is just off to the side of the bride and groom’s table so he leads you towards it. Finding your names on the placards, he smirks to himself as he notices that they put the two of you next to one another. Once you set down your bouquet, the DJ announces that the guest should stand for the introduction of Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Rodriguez.

You turn and clap, cheering as your friends make their grand entrance. You feel Javier next to you as he whistles and claps, making your stomach twist with lust for the best man. It’s a cliche but you know you won’t be able to resist him tonight. The happy couple walk in and over to the dance floor, the band changing the song to a slow love song that Ruby had changed her mind on a thousand times until Aaron reminded her of a song that played on their first date. It was romantic and immediately melted your best friend. “They look so in love.” You murmur, clasping your hands together on your chest.

“I’m jealous.” Javi admits. “Not of them personally, but for what they have.” He watches them gaze into each other’s eyes, only focused on each other while the entire room is watching them. “They love each other, are committed to each other and now they are going to build their life together.”

You nod, shifting your hand to his upper arm, feeling how strong he is under his beautifully tailored suit. “I know.” You sigh softly, “it’s so hard to find someone in this day and age. Hell, I’ve tried every dating app there is, even considered a matchmaker, but I’ll know him when I find him.” You smile, watching Aaron kiss Ruby softly, and you turn to see Javi looking at you. His dark eyes burn into yours and your mouth is dry. You barely know him but he’s sending you into a frenzy.

The dance comes to an end and the clapping pulls his attention away. “We should probably get that drink.” He admits, voice a little raspy with an emotion that he shouldn’t voice right now.

You nod, your throat dry from watching your friends dance and they make their way over to the sweetheart table while Javi tells you to sit down and he will get your drink. You nod, thanking him, and watching as he walks off, disappearing through the throngs of people. “Goddamn.” Aly, one of your fellow bridesmaids and sister to the groom comments, “you look like you’re in love.” You scoff, turning to look at her, “I’ve only just met him.” She smirks, leaning closer, “well he looks like he wants to eat you up and I know Javi, he isn’t one to make moves for no reason. Trust me, I should know.” You bite your lip, wondering if you’re enough for him when Aly is available. Maybe he’s interested in her. She’s gorgeous and from generational wealth and she has known Javier most of her life.

Javi turns towards the room after he orders the champagne Aaron had ordered for the day. It’s an especially good vintage and had been flown in from France. Spotting you talking to Aly. When you glance his way, he smiles and gives you a little wave, hoping that Aly isn’t telling you too much about him. He would much rather develop this relationship naturally.

When he waves, you can’t help but wave back. He is so handsome, you can’t even believe that he seems interested in you. Aly is soon distracted by one of the groomsmen, and you sit there watching the crowd until Javier returns with your glass of champagne. “You are a godsend.“ You groan when you take the glass from his hand, his thick fingers brushing yours. His answering smile makes your heartbeat flutter and he sits down beside you before he turns towards you and says, “a toast, to new love and old love.” You smile and clink your glass against his before you take a sip of your drink.

Javi watches you, admiring the way your neck tilts back as the bubbly champagne slides down your throat. The lipstick you are wearing leaves a smudge on the glass and he can’t help but wish that same color was on his lips from your kisses. “So after the wedding, where are you off to next?” He asks, putting his own champagne down after a sip and leaning in to listen to you.

You set your glass down, “I’m here actually. I’m covering some movies being filmed in the city.” You love how he tilts his head and crosses his legs. “What about you? Any trips to L.A planned?”

“I was planning on spending a little time in the city myself.” He admits and opens his hands slightly. “Work.” He shrugs. “I should be back in L.A in a month or two.”

You nod, glad that he’s not jetting off around the world, “what do you do for work?” He rubs his jaw, looking away from you for a moment before his dark eyes meet yours. “I’m a writer.” Your eyebrows raise, “wow. Like novels or television?” You inquire and he smiles, “whatever I can get my hands on.” He says vaguely and you hum, realizing that he probably doesn’t want to talk about work at his best friend’s wedding. The food is now being served and you sit properly, watching the bridal party take their seats as you wait for your dinner selection. “What did you pick?” You ask Javi and he smirks, “the steak. Obviously.” You chuckle, “I got the chicken.”

“Chicken is good.” He would rather the steak, but the servers start to deliver the meals. So he leans back and glances around the room. “Hopefully the reception is just as lovely as the wedding.” He offers. “Are they doing the traditional bouquet toss and garter toss?” He asks you.

You nod as you pick up your glass of champagne, “yes. She wanted everything to be really traditional. I like it. I prefer things that are timeless.” You confess, “and Ruby felt the same.” You glance around at the gorgeous reception, the center pieces you helped her choose alongside her mom. The food soon arrives and everyone in the bridal party table is talking about the after party once the happy couple have taken their leave. “We could go to a club.” Aly suggests and you snort, “we’d have to change.” She nods in agreement and soon, the DJ is announcing the speeches. “I’m up first.” You inhale deeply, nervous for the speech. “You’re going to be great.” Javier promises and you nod, exhaling shakily as you grab your notes. You make your way to stand next to the bride and groom, taking the microphone. “I first met Ruby when we were eight and one of the first things we talked about was what we wanted our weddings to look like.” You smile, looking at your best friend, “the flowers, the dress, the cake…we just didn’t know who the groom would be. Well, I think she found the perfect groom too. Aaron, I couldn’t ask for a better husband for my best friend. A best friend for my best friend. I am still waiting for my wedding day…painfully single so the only cake I’m picking is the slice of the day from Whole Foods.” You joke and the crowd chuckles, “but I’m so happy to see you enjoying the day we planned so many years ago. In fact, it’s better than we planned. I wish you both all the happiness in the world. To Aaron and Ruby.” You toast, holding your champagne glass up.

“To Aaron and Ruby!” Javi joins the rest of the crowd in the toast and takes a sip before he stands up to make his own speech. Straightening his tuxedo jacket and smiling at you as he walks up to the microphone. He leans in and gives you a small hug and kisses your cheek before you go to sit back down. “The maid of honor had the perfect speech so I will just say…..ditto.” He jokes, making the audience laugh before he shifts and rubs his nose. “I’ve known Aaron for a long time. We met in boarding school. God, what a time.” He snorts. “But he had a plan for survival. He had a plan for everything it seems. Aaron has always known what he wanted. Ever since we were little boys. He always knew he wanted to build skyscrapers and he does.” He smiles at his friend, nodding at him in approval. “He always knew that he wanted to travel the world, which he has.” He sighs softly. “And most importantly, he always knew he wanted to marry the perfect woman for him and live happily ever after. Just like it’s a Disney movie.” He looks at Ruby and smiles. “And that’s what he’s done today. He’s married a woman that is completely perfect for him and as jealous as I am to say this, today is the first day of happily ever after.” He holds up his glass. “To happily ever after and all the joy it can bring you.”

You lift your glass, eyes a little glassy from the emotions of his speech and you hug him when he returns to your table. “That was incredible.” You compliment him, taking your seats to watch the other speeches. You watch the wedding planner grab a chair and bring it to the dance floor, the singer announcing the garter toss and Aaron takes Ruby’s hand to guide her over to the dance floor and lets her sit down. She looks mortified as he kneels, ducking under her dress to find the garter. The crowd whistles and cheers when he finds it and the singer calls all the single men to the dance floor.

“I guess that means I have to go.” He sighs as he puts down his drink, but there’s a smirk on his face as he stands. “See you in a minute after I catch it.” He promises with a wink before he’s joining the other men in the middle of the floor.

You can’t believe that he is single. He’s funny, handsome, smart, and unbelievably sexy from what you have known of him so far. You watch him as he strides onto the dance floor and the singer counts down for Aaron to throw the garter into the crowd of men behind him. You watch as Javier‘s hand comes up above the crowd, victorious smile on his face, and you clap for him. The crowd whistles and cheers, and Javier turns to you and winks, making your heart flutter once again. He comes over to you, garter in hand, and you giggle, “ I can’t believe you caught it!“ Javier grins, wanting to give it back to Aaron as he tucks it into his jacket, “You’re up next.“ You nod and watch as Ruby prepares to throw her bouquet. The wedding singer calls up the single ladies and you place yourself in the crowd, watching Ruby wink to you as she turns and prepares to throw the flowers over her head. You don’t really fight for them but within a blink of an eye, they land in your hands and your jaw drops.

Javi sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles before clapping and cheering with the rest of the ballroom. “If the best man - who caught the garter - will come forward,” The dj’s tone is amused and warm, “it’s time to claim your dance with the maid of honor, coincidentally the catcher of the bouquet.” Javi chuckles, wondering if somehow this has been set up as he stands and makes his way out to where you are standing with the bouquet.

You fluster, handing the bouquet back to Ruby who is beaming as Javier walks over to you and holds his hand out which you take. You inhale sharply when he pulls you close as the music starts. Your hand in his as your other hand grips his shoulder. Your heart pounds as his cologne hits your nose as he starts to sway you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He teases, a broad smile on his face as he moves you around the dance floor. You fit perfectly in his arms. You giggle slightly and he finds it charming. “Do you think they planned this too? Or is it just the stars aligning tonight?”

“It definitely seems like the universe wants to put us together.” You hum, watching as other couples join you on the dance floor after the singer announces it and you lean into him a little more, “it’s like a movie.” You confess, knowing you’ve watched more than your fair share of rom coms.

“It does.” He agrees with a soft smile. “And I love movies.” He admits with a small chuckle. “Especially the ones that have a happy ending. What about you?” He takes a chance and grips you a little tighter before he dips your body down and makes the room burst out in applause.

Your hands squeeze him as your eyes meet his when he dips you, and he smoothly spins you after you stand, bringing you back into his chest in a manner that would make most professional dancers jealous. You’re not used to being the center of attention. Always in the background taking photos. “Javi!” You giggle, deciding to take a chance and slide your hand up to the back of his neck, playing with the curls that aren’t slicked back at the nape. “I love a happy ending.” You tease, feeling bolder as his hand slides lower down your back.

His lips curve a little more, the twinkle in his eyes becomes slightly naughty and he leans into you. His nose touching yours and his breath washing over your lips. “So do I, sweetheart.” He promises. Your fingers feel perfect, tangled into his hair and he would throw caution to the wind and kiss you, but the song ends right as he licks his lips.

Your chest heaves as you stay locked together for a few moments as the crowd around you applauds and another song begins. You want him. You want him now. He's intoxicating and you know this is selfish but the bride and groom are talking to their guests and you have no more duties. You take Javier's hand from your waist, "come with me." You order as you start to guide him off the dance floor and through the reception until you are in the hall.

He doesn’t ask you where you are taking him, pretty sure of the destination. Or a general idea. There was a moment, a spark, between the two of you on the dance floor and from the way you are rushing, you are just as eager as he is. “Don’t hurt yourself running in those heels.” He hums. “We have all night.”

You chuckle at his concern, guiding him down the hall to the coat closet that hasn't been used since it's a warm day, and you pull the door open. After flicking on the light, you drag him inside and shut the door. Your chest heaves, the music from the reception now muffled as you face him. His dark eyes are focused on you and intense. The room is musty from being out of use for the summer months and dust swirls in the air. He doesn't make a move and that makes your stomach twist, wondering if you've made a mistake. "I don't do this kind of thing so I might've-" He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck, dragging you towards him as his lips press against yours. You squeak into his mouth in surprise until you melt, wrapping your arms around his neck to return his kiss and deepen it.

He had given you a chance to change your mind. To decide this wasn’t what you wanted, but when you started talking, he had to kiss you. Groaning into your mouth when you melt against him and start to kiss him back. He turns you and presses you against the wall of the closet, crowding you against it and letting you feel the length of his body and the rapidly hardening arousal that is now heavy against your core as he licks into your mouth.

You moan at the way he’s pressing against you, your entire body on fire from his touch and he’s only kissed you. His tongue presses against your lips and you eagerly open, sliding your tongue against his as you slide your hands down his back and under his jacket, pushing on it to get it off his shoulders so you can touch more of him. He grunts, letting go of you, his tongue caressing yours as he leans his body so he can remove his suit jacket, and your hands find his back again, caressing the strong muscles beneath the crisp white shirt.

Javi feels drunk but he hasn’t even finished one glass of champagne. His hands slide down to your ass and he breaks away from your lips to kiss along your jaw. “What do you want, sweetheart?” He coos, voice thick and raspy with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

The kisses pressed to your jaw combined with his raspy, lust tinged voice, has your core clenching around nothing. “Oh God.” You moan, “I need you to fuck me.” You plead, wanting to feel him, all of him, and you slide your hand down his chest to squeeze his cock through his pants.

It’s Javi’s turn to moan, twitching in your grip as you rub his cock through the expensive material of his tuxedo pants. “Good.” He pants, squeezing your ass and then starting to bunch your dress up. “Because I want to fuck you.” He confesses. “Wanted to from the second I saw you.”

The way his voice has deepened makes you wetter and you let him drag your dress up while you work on his belt buckle, wanting to touch him. You don’t have time to strip off but you want to see his face when you start to pump his cock. “I thought you were the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” You confess breathlessly as his hands squeeze your bare ass.

Your fingers are soft and perfect around his cock, making him groan as you start to stroke him. Proud that you are just as attracted to him as he is to you. He had pretty good instincts about things and he knows you are exactly what he needs. “No panties.” He teases, sliding his hand down your thigh to pull it up on his hip. “Didn’t want lines or hoping to get fucked in a coat closet tonight?”

He's thick, velvet covered steel in your hand, and you know it's going to sting a little to take him without more foreplay but you're impatient. "Both." You tease back, loving he back and forth between you, "imagined being the cliche of best man and maid of honor fucking and it manifested. Lucky for me you are the sexiest man here." You lean in to kiss his jaw, "want you inside me, Javi. I'm clean. I have an IUD. I trust you." You promise against his neck.

Javi groans as you squeeze him again. “Are you ready?” He pants, turning and kissing you. He knows he’s larger than some and he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Yes.” You moan, guiding him towards your core and he lifts your leg higher on his hip. “I’m clean.” He promises, knowing this is risky, but he knows he can trust you. You wouldn’t be friends with Ruby and by extension- Aaron - if you weren’t.

When he starts to push into you, you shift your hand to his shoulder, clinging to him. He’s thick and it stings a little but you don’t care. You need him inside you. “Fuck.” You puff against his lips, relaxing as he stretches you out, and you press your lips to his chin.

He can tell that you need a second. Cooing softly, “fuck, that’s it. I need a second, baby.” His own lips start a line of kisses along your cheek. “So perfect around me, give me a moment before I explode.”

His honesty has you giggling and you run your fingers through his styled hair, unable to help yourself. "Take your time, handsome." You murmur, sighing when his lips kiss your neck and down to your shoulder, helping you take more of him when he gives a small rock of his hips.

You make a small sound of pleasure and he sighs against your pulse. This could turn into something slower but this isn’t the time or the place for it. “Ready?” He asks softly, his voice raspy with need.

“Please.” You beg softly, clinging to him, your heel digging into his ass as he squeezes your thigh. When he pulls his hips back, your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, but when he pushes back in, harder, your eyes open and you moan his name. “Shit. Yes. More.” You plead, wanting him to fuck you.

Your moan of pure need sets him off. Making him want to hear more of your sounds. He sets the pace with sharp and quick thrusts, not wanting to pull too far away as he starts rocking into you.

You cling to him, moans concealed within the coat closet and he starts to fuck you in a way that has you wetter, taking him easier. “Javi. You - you’re so big.” You moan your compliment into his jaw while his hands squeeze your flesh.

He grunts, loving how you compliment him and stroke his neck as he rocks into you. You are amazing and feel incredible around him. He can feel how you squeeze him every time he pushes deep. "You are perfect." He pants.

His praise makes your heart pound and you whimper when he adjusts your thigh on his hip and sinks deeper inside you. "Oh God." You pant, fingers digging into his suit jacket, "yes. Shit. Feel so good." You moan your praise, loving how he twitches inside you with every sweet word you give him.

He loves how you whimper and moan for him. It spurs him on. Holding onto your body and bracing you up shit the wall while pushing into you again and again. There’s something scandalous about this, you could be discovered at any moment. He slides his tongue into your mouth as he groans.

You curl your fingers around the back of his neck, tongue sliding against his, as he works you higher and higher. The fact that you could be caught at any second has you clenching around him, worked up by the naughtiness. “Fuck.” You pant into his mouth, “I’m - so close. Keep - just like that.” You plead breathlessly.

He grunts in agreement, keeping the pace and angle of his thrusts the same. Feeling how you lean into the roll of your hips. Giving back to him as he fucks you against the wall in a coat closet. The musty fabric and fur around you and he bites down on your shoulder. “Cum for me.” He commands. “Cum on me.”

His raspy demand pushes you over the edge. You clamp down on his cock, body shaking as your weight is completely supported by him, and you cry into his hair. “Oh fuck baby.” You moan, clinging to him as your orgasm rocks through you.

The wave of heat that surrounds his cock makes him hiss in pleasure. Making him grit his teeth as he works you through your orgasm with your cunt clenching down around him so tight he can barely move. “So perfect.” He praises, knowing that he’s only moments behind you. Only a few thrusts of his hips before he’s pushing deep, crushing his lips against yours to silence the moans as his cock throbs deep inside your body, painting your walls with his cum.

You kiss him as he works himself through his orgasm, your tongue swallowing his moans of pleasure, and your legs are shaking but he keeps his grip on you tight. “That was - wow.” You giggle when he relaxes, cock twitching inside you, and his grip loosens a little.

“Definitely wow.” He agrees with a chuckle, kissing you again as he slowly starts to lower the leg back down to the floor and pulls out of you. “You are incredible.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Spend the night with me when this is over?”

You caress his cheek and smile, “I’d love to.” You  murmur, loving how he doesn’t push you away now that he’s fucked you like most men would’ve done. “I better go to the bathroom and clean up. We should get back in there.” You slide your hand down to pat his chest.

He hums and slides your dress back down your hips and leans down to pick up the hairpin that had fallen. Handing it to you. “Would you like me to wait for you or get you a fresh glass of champagne?”

You know that people have probably noticed you are both missing but you want to maintain some dignity after fucking the best man in a coat closet. "Can you get me a glass and I'll meet you in there?" You hum, kissing his cheek after you slide the hairpin back into place. He nods, adjusting his jacket and making sure his hair is slicked back before he opens the door, gesturing for you to walk out before him. There's no one in the hall so you turn to him, "see you in there, handsome." You wink and stride off as best you can on shaky legs to find the bathroom.

As soon as Javi re-enters the ballroom, he can tell that Aaron suspects something. The grin he’s being given says as much, but Javi has never been a kiss and tell kind of guy. He nods towards his best friend and moves to the bar to get fresh drinks like you requested. Pulling out his phone to discreetly send a text about making sure his apartment was ready.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your lips swollen from his kisses, your neck a little sensitive from his mustache, and you feel giddy. You really like him. Your eyes are blown with excitement, still riding the high from the sex, and after righting your appearance, you make your way back into the ballroom. You find Javi at the bar, your hand caressing his arm as you lean close to him, "fancy seeing you here." You tease his earlier comment and the smile he gives you takes your breath away. You can't wait to go home with him.

After having another drink, dinner is eaten and there is more dancing. Both of you are eager to continue the night. Soon enough, you are lined up with the guests and bridal party, showering the laughing couple with birdseed as they rush out of the ballroom into the waiting limousine to take them to their hotel for the night. The bridal suite here will be packed up by the wedding planner and you are released to your own devices. “Shall we go?” Javi asks, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You nod, smelling the lingering scent of his cologne, and you lean into his side as some of the guests linger at the reception. You find your clutch and take Javi’s outstretched hand. “Let’s go.” You smile, eager to spend more time with him.

It only takes moments to guide you outside and to the car he has waiting. The seek town car is less conspicuous than a limo, b\ut it’s still very luxurious. “The apartment, Bradley.” He tells his driver after closing the door.

You are surprised by the town car and assumed he hired it for today. "Wow. This is beautiful." You admire the leather and turn to look at Javier to find him already staring at you, "has anyone told you how handsome you are?" You murmur, caressing his cheek. "You have tonight." He says, turning his head to kiss your palm and it makes your heart flutter. "And that still wasn't enough times." You reply softly, letting your fingertips caress his lips.

He finds your compliments soothing and surprising. There’s none of the false flattery in your tone or words. You aren’t trying to soften him up beyond giving him a compliment. “You are even more perfect than Ruby said.” He hums, reaching out to caress your cheek. “And she made you seem like a goddess.”

You snort softly, "she likes to exaggerate when she wants something to happen and I'm not perfect. No one is. I want....I want to be with someone who is perfect for me." You confess, jaded after spending so much time traveling and working, most of your boyfriends couldn't handle it, handle your success within your industry. Those relationships died and you hope Javier isn't one of those men. You shift closer, seeing his dark gaze focused on you, and you brush your lips against his.

“And what is perfect for you?” He asks, enjoying the flirtation of your lips against his. His hands skim up your arms and around your back. “What do you need in a relationship?” He doesn’t mind your work, your constant travel. He travels a lot for work as well, many hours being spent on projects. 

“A best friend. Someone to talk to. Who listens when I vent a little and lets me listen to him vent a little. Someone to try that new Italian place with. Someone to share everyday moments with and the big events. I want a partner who will be there with me for everything.” You confess, “that’s what is perfect for me.”

“That sounds nice.” Javi agrees, smiling softly at the wistful sound of your voice. “Someone who knows when you need a glass of wine and foot rub or to just let you vent.” He nods. “It is hard to find someone to trust.” He admits. “But I have a good feeling about you.”

You smile, reaching for his hand, and you nod, “me too. We just seem to…click.” You murmur, looking down at how perfectly your hand fits in his. “I don’t want to be spoiled. I believe in give and take. I want to be there for my partner as much as he’s there for me. I want to be your shoulder to lean on, to hold you, and listen to you.”

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “There are ways to spoil each other.” He promises. “It’s all about making sure that we both agree and enjoy.” He feels the car slowing down and bites his lip. “We are here.”

You glance around, recognizing you’re on Park Avenue, and you frown in confusion, “are you sure?” You ask, and he nods, watching his driver open the door. He slides out and holds his hand out to you, escorting you into the expensive building when the doorman opens the door. You’re silent as the concierge greets him by name and the elevator opens.

“I can hear you think.” Javi hums as the access card comes out of his pocket, pulled out of his wallet earlier, and swiped for access to his apartment. He doesn’t have to press a button as the doors close and the elevator starts to rise. He turns towards you and lifts a brow.

“I’m, uh, surprised. Did you - are you staying with a friend or is this…do you live here?” You ask, shocked because he definitely doesn’t give off rich asshole vibes. “I live here.” He confirms and your eyes widen, “wow. Okay, uh, I didn’t expect that.” You confess and he frowns, “is it - do you not want to stay?” He asks, wondering if that turns you off. “No. No. I want to stay. It’s just - you don’t give off rich prick living on Park Avenue vibes. You’re…well, you’re nice and I didn’t expect it. I want to stay. I’m sorry. I’m acting weird.” You apologize, reaching for his hand.

“Don’t apologize.” He realizes that you didn’t know that he was wealthy, or at least as wealthy as he is. “I like that you didn’t single me out as a rich prick.” He laughs. “Some of them are horrible. I can’t stand how elitist they can be.” He shrugs. “We all put our pants on one leg at a time.”

You chuckle, agreeing with him, and you wonder what the catch is. He’s sweet, sexy, handsome, funny, and apparently rich. Has he got a sex dungeon or skeleton in his closet? The elevator doors open and your eyes widen when you turn your head to see his apartment. “Oh my God.” You choke, looking out at Central Park and the skyline. He guides you out of the elevator, letting go of your hand so he can toe off his shoes and shrug off his jacket after a long day of wearing them. “Wow.” You gasp, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows.

He lets you walk around the apartment, taking it in. The view is stunning, he always appreciates it when he is here. Most often at night when he’s drinking a glass of whiskey or wine. Alone. Now he can imagine you here, bringing life and love into the space. Greeting him and chatting about your day. Asking him about his and making plans. He chuckles as he moves over to the wet bar. “Drink?” He offers.

You nod, slipping off your heels, by his shoes in the hallway and you pad over to him as he tilts his head and asks you what you want. “Whatever you want to open.” You smirk and he chuckles, grabbing a bottle of red wine. “This?” You nod, “perfect.” You let him wrangle with opening the bottle and find your way into the kitchen. “Oh my God. This is my wet dream.” You joke, running your fingers across the range that costs more than your last car. “I’d love to cook in here.”

“You like to cook?” Javi asks as he finally pops the cork and finds two glasses to pour the wine into. “I very rarely get the chance to make more than an egg on the stove myself.” He admits. When he’s in New York, he’s often entertaining and he entertains at restaurants. Keeping his apartment as his own personal retreat.

You admire the surface of the counter, the sink, it’s all perfect for a professional chef. “I love to, when I’m not traveling. So not often but when I get the chance, I spend all day preparing and cooking. I love baking too.” You walk over to him when he holds the glass out towards you.

“I bet you are good at it.” He taps his glass against yours and smirks. “I would offer my kitchen to you, but that sounds so sexist.” He jokes. “‘Feel free to come cook for me anytime.’” He shakes his head.

You chuckle, letting him guide you over to his sofa. “I’d love to use your kitchen, baby.” You promise, “that’s like something you’d see in The Bear.” You smirk, “but I like cooking more homemade meals.” You hum, taking a sip of the wine. “God, this is good.” You lick your lips and lean back on his sofa when he’s settled next to you. “So what’s the catch? Are you secretly into some weird sexual shit? Are you hiding a dead body? Why are you still single when you are apparently handsome, funny, and rich? It’s baffling.”

He laughs, loving the way you just shoot straight to the point. You don’t pull any punches. “I don’t think that I’m that kinky. Nothing 50 Shades, at least.” He takes a sip of his wine, watching as you stare at him expectantly. “I don’t like being used.” He admits, swirling his wine around after breaking eye contact and staring at the red liquid. “Women wanting to date me because of who I am, my connections.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip. “I was tired of the wrong women walking in and out of my life.”

You shift, tucking your legs under you as you adjust to move closer to him. “You’re a writer? Screenwriter?” He nods and you bite your lip for a second, “I’m guessing a really successful one and I haven’t heard of you?” You ask and he nods, “I wrote a movie for Nic Cage.” He confesses and your eyes widen, “the Nic Cage? Goddamn. You- that’s amazing, Javi. Well, I think I can say that any woman who has used you is a moron. You are successful, yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re an asshole who uses a casting couch to get his kicks, right?” His eyes widen and he shakes his head almost comically fast. “I have my own connections.” You tease, “and I don’t need diamonds. They are nice but I’m not a flashy girl. Give me a massage and I’m happy.” You grin, “and some chocolates.”

“I like that.” He admits with a matching grin, leaning into you. “I could give you a massage.” He winks playfully. “In or out of the soaker tub in my bathroom.” He teases back. “I just want a woman who wants to get to know me. Just like I want to know about her. You.” He adds. “More than what you like and don’t like. I want to know how you feel, what you think.”

You feel like you’re in a dream. He’s appeared from nowhere and now your heart is pounding. It hasn’t even been a day. “Let’s see how it goes, Mr. Hollywood.” You tease, “you could hate me next week.” He shakes his head, “I doubt it.” You lean closer, “let’s take it a day at a time.” You murmur, brushing your lips against his, “but right now, I want to see you out of that suit.”

He hums against your lips and lets you take control of the kiss. Holding still and letting you explore as he sighs softly. He feels your desire and he loves it. Everyone wants to be wanted. Blindly reaching over to set his wine down, he takes your glass to place it beside his and pulls you closer.

You shift to straddle him, your dress bunching at your hips as you lift it to spread your thighs. You tongue licks along his lower lip and his responding groan has you whimpering into his mouth. Your tongue meets his and his hands slide down your back until he's squeezing your ass. "Javi." You moan when he kisses along your jaw and your hands slide down his chest until you start working on undoing his bow tie. His hand finds the zipper of your dress, playing with it until he slides it down. When the straps fall from your arms, you let them drop and shrug out of them after you toss his bow tie aside and your tits are exposed to his hungry eyes.

“No bra.” His eyes darken and he lunges forward to wrap his lips around one of the stiff peaks, loving how you cry out and your fingers immediately bury themselves in his hair. He’s had lovers over the years, many of them, but none that make this seem so effortless. You aren’t putting on a show for him, there’s no sexy lingerie to entice him. Just the beauty of your body and hunger of need. He groans when you tug on his longer locks, cock twitching against your lips as you grind down against him.

You're lucky the dress had support stitched into it so there's one less layer between you and Javier. His mouth is hot on your nipple and your fingers slide from his head down to his chest, working on the buttons of his white shirt. You manage to get it undone and push it off his shoulders, admiring how strong he is, muscles flexing under freckled skin that has you dripping onto his tuxedo pants. He grunts, reaching for his cufflinks to rip them from their place and he tosses them onto the floor. Shrugging off his shirt, your hands immediately caress the heated skin, sliding your hands along his shoulders, down his strong arms that wrap around your waist, and across to his chest, touching as much as you can.

Your fingers are greedy to touch him and he is just as eager to explore you. Cupping your tits as he switches over to the other breast, sliding his hands down to your hips and encouraging you to rock onto his cock. Ruin his pants, he doesn’t care. He’d smirk at the dry cleaner proudly. “So beautiful.” He groans as he pulls off your nipple with a pop and starts scattering kisses along the top of your breasts. “So sexy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You push him back from your chest, shifting off his lap so you can kneel between his thighs. You kiss down his stomach, the small belly is sexy as hell, and you work on his pants as you press kisses to the skin. “You’re sexy. I am the lucky one.” You murmur against his flesh and finally you reach in to pull his hard cock from his pants. “Goddamn.” You murmur, admiring his girth in your grip. Uncut and thick. Your cunt drips and your eyes meet his as you pull his foreskin down, leaning in to flick your tongue over the slit where a bead of pre-cum has gathered.

A shudder ripples through him as he groans. “Fuuuuck.” He hisses, hand cupping your cheek while he fights for control. It’s been awhile since someone has given him a blow job. “You don’t have to.” He promises but you just grin at him in a way that makes his heart gallop in his chest, “I want to.” You assure him before you flick your tongue over the tip again. “Oh fuck.” His head falls back as you start to stroke him, your talented tongue sliding around the sensitive head.

You let your spit slide down his length so you can slick up your palm to stroke him easier. “You’re so thick.” You moan as you press a kiss to the head then wrap your lips around him, taking him into your mouth. His answering groan has your stomach twisting with desire and you are eager to pull him apart with your mouth.

You obviously enjoy it as much as he does. “Oh shit.” He hisses, fingers curling around your jaw as you take him deeper. “I can’t believe that you are sucking my cock.” He admits breathlessly. “I had imagined spreading you out on my bed. My tongue buried in your pussy.”

“After.” You promise as you lift off his cock for a moment, wanting to feel him cum down your throat first. He seems like the kind of man who never gets to finish like this and you want to watch him as he falls apart. You take him deeper, widening your jaw, and you choke for a moment until you swallow and inhale, taking him again.

"After." He practically whines when you take him back down your throat again. Huffing out a breath and trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. His other hand is curled on his thigh, tight in a fist as you start to quickly bob your head up and down.

You see how wrecked he is and that eggs you on. You moan around him, your fingers not touching as you grip the base and push him down your throat while breathing through your nose. His answering groan makes the slight tinge of pain worth it and you work him deeper until your lips are touching your fingers.

He feels your throat tighten around him and his hips buck up slightly, making you choke. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” He pants, feeling you pull back and he lunges forward to caress your cheek. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You love that his control unravelled for a moment and you pull off him, pumping him, "that was hot." You promise, spit dripping down your chin, and you take him back into your mouth, relaxing so he can fuck your throat again .

He feels the way your throat opens and he chokes out your name as you pull on his thigh, encouraging him to rock his hips up. He’s never had a woman look so sexy with spit sliding down her chin and her eyes watery and not care about how she looks. “You look so fucking sexy.” He praises breathlessly, trying to keep from gagging you again as he slowly starts to rock his hips up.

You are dripping from his raspy compliments and moans of pleasure. You can’t help yourself, you squeeze your breast with your free hand, squeezing him with the other as he rocks his hips up. You are breathing harshly through your nose, eyes closing for a second before you open them when he twitches and you know he’s cumming. He lets out a strangled groan and you keep your head still so he can rock himself through his orgasm while you struggle to swallow his cum.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses in pleasure as the last ropes of cum shoot down your throat and his entire body sags back onto the sofa as he relaxes. Groaning your name and reaching for you to pull your mouth off of him and he is dragging you up onto his lap for a kiss. “You’re perfect.” He pants against your lips and his thumb wipes away a drop of his cum from your chin.

You love how he’s not bothered to kiss you and you run your fingers through his hair when you lean back to look at him. “You haven’t had a blowjob in a while, huh?” You tease him, kissing his chin. He is still a little dazed so you shuffle off his lap and shove your dress over your hips, letting it pool at your feet, “why don’t you show me to your bedroom, best man?” You ask, stepping out of the dress and abandoning it as you start to explore his apartment.

It takes him a moment to compose himself and he is pushing off the couch and finishing stripping down. He has no issue walking around the penthouse nude. The glass is reflective and no one can see in. Especially at this height. He finds you staring up at a painting that is hanging in the foyer and he hums as he takes your hand. “This way.” He grins, tugging you slightly.

You let him guide you down the hall and you gasp when you see the massive bed in the middle of the room, Central Park on display by the window. “Oh my God.” You murmur, shocked by how incredible his apartment is but he’s soon distracting you by grabbing you, pressing his lips to yours while he walks you back to his bed.

Javi knows that you will want to stare out the window, but he wants to taste you. Eager to see how you respond to his own eagerness to use his mouth on you. “I want to see you spread out.” He murmurs.

You can’t deny him when he is kissing along your jaw like that. You nod and back up to the bed, shifting to lay down on it as he kneels and grabs your hips, lifting you up until your head is on his pillows. “Oh my God these are soft.” You declare and he chuckles, grabbing your foot to press kisses to your ankle and you shift onto your elbows to watch him kiss his way up your leg. “God, you’re a tease.” You huff when he kisses your inner thigh and shifts down to kiss your other ankle.

He chuckles again, smirking as he looks up and winks at you. “Thorough.” He corrects and continues to kiss along your leg up to your knee. Scraping his teeth over your thigh as he starts to move up. “You are soft. Sweet.” He coos. “You are going to be my favorite dessert, I know it.”

“Not as good as the wedding ca- oh fuck!” You cry when his tongue slides through your folds. His tongue is hot and wet, taking your breath away and you shift so you can run your fingers through his hair. “Handsome, smart, funny, great taste in New York real estate and goes down on a woman? How the fuck aren’t you married?” You ask breathlessly, freezing for a second. “Wait - you’re not married, are you?” You wonder if that’s the catch but then you’re reminded that Ruby wouldn’t have set you up and all of their mutual friends would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry. No. You’re not. I’m just in - in disbelief.” You add quickly when he pulls back from your folds and frowns at your question. “Sorry. You’re just - you’re a unicorn.”

He can understand why you would question it. “A unicorn?” He tilts his head, curiously and you sigh as you shift slightly. “The complete package and seemingly unspoiled.” He thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “Then I am a unicorn.” He tells you, smirking before he laps at your clit again.

You moan, grabbing his hair, “fucking mythical for sure with that tongue.” He’s eager to eat you out, not just doing it to make sure you’re wet enough to fuck like your exes would do, not even letting you cum. You whimper, collapsing back onto his pillows as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

Javi watches you with dark eyes, absorbing how beautiful you look every time a flash of pleasure washes over your face. Sliding a hand up to cup your breast and squeeze it even as his other hand holds your hip and encourages you to grind down on his face.

The pleasure has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, and your fingers grip his hair. “Oh Javi. Feels so good, baby.” You rock your hips down and he grunts, sucking on your clit. “Keep going. Keep - oh fuck!” You cry, pushed over the edge with just his tongue.

He’s amazed that you didn’t need his fingers. Groaning as your core floods his mouth with your juices. He loves that you are pressing so wantonly, taking what you need from him. Until you are pulling your hips away from his tongue and he slowly starts to kiss your inner thighs as you pant. “Another?” He asks, not quite hard yet and willing to make you cum again.

How could you say no when he asks so sweetly with your cum shining on his chin? "Yes. God, you're gonna ruin me for anyone else." You confess breathlessly, "please, Javi." You request, squeezing your tits as you look down at him.

His chuckle is dirty and his wink is absolutely wicked. “Then my plan is working.” He teases, watching your face as he lowers his mouth back to your pussy. Loving how your hips buck up to greet his tongue.

You moan when his hot tongue slides over your clit again. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes squeezing shut at the way he laps at you. He’s ravenous, sucking on your clit, and when his finger pushes into you, he turns his wrist. “Another.” You plead, loving how thick his fingers are and he adds another, stretching you out, and you whimper, “yes, that’s - shit.” A hiss escapes your lips as you lift your leg onto his shoulder so his fingers sink deeper.

You are hot and tight around his digits, making him moan into your folds as he curls them up. He loves this, loves making you whimper and he can already see himself becoming addicted to it. To you. He might be a billionaire, but he loves the carnality of this moment. His money isn’t an issue, his skill as a lover is all you care about and he makes sure you know he’s damn good at pleasing a woman.

He has you breathless and you rock your hips into his fingers and mouth, seeking another crest to the pleasure he's giving you. "Oh fuck. Jav - baby. You're gonna make me- yes!" You cry out, clamping down on his fingers. Your orgasm hitting you harder and faster thanks to how he's already made you cum.

You’re perfect. He groans as he watches you fall apart for him, mesmerized by the your jaw drops and your eyes roll back in your head. You aren’t faking it, those aren’t measured pretty cries to please him. It’s raw and primal, making him throb against the silken sheets.

“Fuck me.” You demand, reaching down to cup his cheek, dragging him away from your pussy. “Please, Javi. Fuck me. I need you inside me.” You plead, gripping his shoulders when he shuffles up your body.

He kisses his way up your body. “You. Need. Me. Inside. You. Baby?” Every word is accented by another kiss. Groaning when you reach down and wrap your hand around his aching cock. “I need to be inside you too.” He confesses breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours as you spread your thighs and slot him at your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you and your jaw drops, a breathless moan escaping your lips as he stretches you out. In the coat closet, you were rushed and dressed. Now, you can run your hands down his shoulders and back, trace the freckles that scatter his skin, and you lean in to kiss his jaw as he looms above you. “You feel so good.” You murmur, opening your eyes to look at him.

He is staring down at you with a look of wonder on his face. Feeling a deeper connection with you than anything he’s ever had before. “You are amazing.” He promises, ducking his head down to start scattering kisses across your face as he hovers over you, giving you time to stretch out around him.

When he starts to move, you inhale sharply, and he pauses, looking at you. "No. It - it feels good. Don't you dare stop." You demand, squeezing his biceps as he rocks back into you.

He chuckles as he starts to move again, relaxing when he realizes you are enjoying it and he’s not hurting you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pants out as he fills you again.

You lift your hips to meet his, grinding up so it changes the angle he hits inside you. “Oh shit.” You sigh, caressing his back until you are squeezing his ass, pushing him impossibly deeper. “That’s so good, baby. Fuck, haven’t felt like this in - well, ever. Never felt like this.” You ramble, knowing that you’ve never had a man fuck you like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. Javier has put his entire body into making you cum.

He grunts in pleasure as you spur him on with your words. Loving how vocal you are and he ducks his head to start kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin along your neck. “You are perfect. So hot and tight around me.” He groans. “You’re making me lose my mind, baby.”

Your heels dig into his thighs and you love how he pushes into you a little faster. Your hands slide up from his ass to tangle in his hair, dragging his face to yours to press your lips to his. Your tongue slides into his mouth and it’s messy and raw, skin slapping in the room, and you love every second of it.

Javi is driven. Determined to keep the title of best lover that you’ve bestowed on him. That thought pushes every snap of his hips as he buries his cock deep inside you. Suddenly reaching back and grabbing one of your ankles to drag it up over his shoulder to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you. Pushing it back towards your body as he grunts and groans in pleasure.

The new angle has you clawing at his back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he expertly pushes against that spot inside you. “Fuck, yes!” You cry, nails biting into his skin as he fucks you harder, “keep - just like that.”

He’s panting, practically growling as he fucks you. The desperation to hear more making him thrust even harder. Push deeper. Wanting to see how hard you can shatter. He loves that you are marking him up, claiming him. “Fuck, fuck.” He hisses. “Cum for me.”

Your nails leave red marks on his skin, and your chest heaves as he fucks you hard. It’s intoxicating and you are drunk on Javier. It only takes a couple of thrusts for you to follow his command, falling apart on his cock as you soak it, squeeze it, and cry his name as ecstasy hits you.

You soak him. He feels the rush of your hot juices splashing over his cock and dripping down his balls as he continues to hammer into you. “Shit, that’s it.” He hisses, loving the sensation. He’s already so fucking close, ramping up his thrusts to chase his own orgasm.

You try to breathe through the pleasure, wrapping your leg around his waist to push him impossibly deeper, lifting your hip to meet his thrusts as he frantically hammers into you. He grunts through pledge teeth, jaw locked as his eyes flutter and squeeze tight as he starts to cum. You watch in awe at his face when his cock twitches and starts to paint your walls with his hot seed.

He’s completely spent when he’s finally still inside you. Collapsing into your arms and panting against your sweat slick neck. “Fuck.” He chuckles, almost giggling at how good he feels. “You are an angel sent to tempt me.” He murmurs nonsensically.

You caress his sweaty back and run your finger through his damp hair. “Not to tempt you. You can have me however you want.” You promise breathlessly, turning your head to kiss his forehead. You feel boneless and you stare up at the ornate ceiling. “How much is this apartment?” You ask curious and he swings his arm over your waist, “$12 million.” You swallow, throat dry at that price and you nod, “could be worse, huh?” You tease, caressing his cheek when he looks up at you.

He shrugs slightly and pulls you closer. “Could be.” He admits with a slight smile. “Could be alone in this bed tonight.” He moves in and kisses you softly. “Do you want to clean up, or get some sleep?”

“I need to clean up. That’s twice you’ve cum inside me. I should probably shower and I- shit - I don’t have any clothes so I guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame in my dress.” You giggle, knowing it will be worth it. “You wanna shower with me?”

He makes a note to have some more casual clothes delivered and he nods. “Shower or bath?” He asks, smirking slightly. “The tub is massive and the view is amazing.” He entices, knowing you will love looking out over the city.

“Tub. Let’s soak in the tub.” You decide, knowing you could use that after the long day you’ve had being maid of honor and meeting Javier. He nods and kisses your chest, grunting as he slowly pulls out of you and shuffles out of the silk sheets. You admire his ass as he walks into the en-suite, listening to him turn on the tub. “You’re spoiling me.” You smirk, caressing his back when you walk into the bathroom.

“You’ve figured out my plan.” He jokes, straightening up and turning to pull you against him. “Don’t worry about being in the bath, no one can see through the windows.” He promises, leaning in to kiss you. “You want your wine? Maybe a snack while we relax?”

"Seriously...you can't be real." You tease him again and he chuckles, kissing your cheek, "wine and snacks sound perfect." You promise and soon enough, you're in the tub, leaning back into his chest with a glass of wine in your hand. You look out at the city lights, realizing that you had no idea that this is how your best friend's wedding day would end up.

**** 

“So how does your work schedule look tonight?” Javi leans back in his chair and twirls a pen as he cradles his phone against his ear. He’s on his desk phone, surprising you with a new number when he called. “Are you free, or still working on that project?” After the wedding, you’ve talked quite a bit, but work has kept you busy and he is eager to see you again.

You pull your hands away from the keyboard and play with the headphone in your ear, “I am just doing some editing but I should be done with it this afternoon and I have a few days off before my next project.” You tell him, biting your lip. Ever since that night, you’ve been talking to Javi on the phone constantly. Surprised when that morning he offered you clothes to go home in that he had his assistant buy you and a coffee from the shop you mentioned you love during pillow talk. You left with a promise to see each other, sealed with a kiss that made you dizzy, but you’ve both been so busy since the wedding.

“A few days off, huh?” He grins on the other end of the phone as the vague idea he had solidifies. “Would you let me steal you for them? Or do you have vital plans like reorganizing your fridge and doing laundry?” He chuckles because you had mentioned needing to do both things and he confessed he hates doing laundry most of all chores. It had surprised you that he did his own laundry but he normally washes his clothes that don’t go to the cleaners.

You smile, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, “you can steal me for them. My laundry can wait.” You promise, knowing that seeing him is more important to you, and you would rather see your handsome lover than sit in a laundromat for hours.

“Good.” He coos, biting his lip in excitement. “Why don’t you pack a bag just in case?” He offers as if it’s a reasonable suggestion. “That way you have everything you need.”

You feel spoiled already and you have no clue what he’s planning. “I can do that. Anything in particular I should wear?” You ask, wanting to look good for him and get a clue about where you are going.

“Something that makes you feel good.” He would never expect to tell you how to dress and he loves your style. He has admittedly spent quite a bit of time looking at your Instagram. “Maybe a dress?”

"Yes sir." You tease and you hear his chuckle, "what time should I be ready?" You ask and he hums, "I'll swing by to pick you up at 6." You say, "see you then, handsome." You talk for a few more minutes about your days before you are putting the phone down to finish up your work until you need to get ready for Javier.

After putting down the phone, Javi picks up his cell phone and types out a message to his pilot. He wants the helicopter fueled and ready to take off by 6:45. Destination: Boston.

You are shocked when Javier’s driver appears on the doorstep of your building to take your bag, and you make your way outside, following him until you see Javier standing by the Mercedes. “Hey handsome.” You coo, stepping closer as his hand finds your waist so you can softly kiss him. He’s wearing a suit with no tie and a few buttons undone. He looks delicious.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles before he steals another kiss, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Ready to go?” He asks, hoping that you are just as eager for this date as he is.

You nod, happy to see him again, and he opens the door despite his driver hovering nearby. He taps his arm, “thank you, Frank.” He nods and walks around to the drivers side while Javier helps you in and slides in beside you. “So is the mystery going to be revealed yet?” You tease, reaching for his hand.

He smirks slightly and nods, his fingers lacing with yours. “I made reservations at Carmelina’s.” He tells you. You had told him about your favorite little Italian place when you were in the North End.

Your eyes widen, “Boston? We - I thought this was just dinner. We can stay in New York. How - are we driving?” You ramble, confused and surprised. “Just sit back and relax baby, I got it all planned.” He promises and you squeeze his hand, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Unicorn.” You remind him playfully and he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you while the car navigates Manhattan traffic. The car comes to a stop and you expect to be at JFK for a domestic flight but you are shocked when the door is opened and you are on a tarmac with a helicopter waiting there. “A helicopter?” Your eyes widen when you turn to look at Javi.

He lifts a brow. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like riding in a helicopter?” He asks, knowing that he would hate to have planned something you didn’t like. “I don’t know, I’ve never ridden in one.” You admit and he grins. “You’ll love it.” He promises as he guides you towards the helicopter and his driver grabs the bags that he had stowed in the trunk for you. His own bag with yours. “We’ll be there quickly, and our reservation is for 8.”

You are soon strapped in and headphones placed on your head as the helicopter begins to lift into the sky. You squeeze Javier’s hand as you look at the skyline of Manhattan and he brings your hand up to kiss the back of it. “You doing okay, hermosa?” He asks and you nod, offering a smile as you can hardly believe this is happening. “Just don’t let go.” You plead, squeezing his hand and he nods, his eyes serious as he says “never.” Your heart flutters and you relax once you’re in the air and making your way towards Boston.

You’re excited, even if you are a little nervous. It is different from flying in a 737 or even a little Learjet. However, Javi loves it for getting to places quickly if they are close enough. “Since I don’t have an apartment in Boston, I took the liberty of booking us into the Newbury.” He tells you. “If you want to stay the night? Play tourists for a day?”

The look in his eyes is soft and eager, making you caress his cheek, "it's perfect. I'd love it." You promise, amazed yet again by this man. He has a goddamn helicopter, he could have anyone he wants, and yet it's you by his side. "Where...where else do you have apartments?" You ask, curious because you thought his Park Ave home was his one and only.

He hums thoughtfully. “I have a house in the hills in Los Angeles.” He admits. “It feels like a completely different world, even if it looks out over the city.” He shrugs. “The apartment in London I decided to sell last year, I didn’t visit nearly enough. Although I had to keep the house in Greece.”

Your jaw drops in shock, "holy shit." You murmur and he flushes a little, cheeks reddening. "You're - how rich are you?" You ask breathlessly and he bites his lip, looking down at your hands, "like, uh, billions." He admits and you feel a little sick. "Oh my God." You choke, unable to believe he is a billionaire. It's beyond anything you'd ever known. You swallow, looking down at his hand in yours and you frown, shifting your gaze to the sky as you approach Boston. He leaves you to your thoughts as you descend and when you land, you are helped off the helicopter and into the awaiting car. You bite your lip once you're seated next to Javier and he reaches for your hand. "You've been so quiet, hermosa, what's wrong?" You turn to look at him, "I guess...I just wonder why me when you could have literally any woman in the world?" You voice the question that's been haunting you.

His gaze towards you softens and he squeezes your hand gently, picking it up and his other hand smoothes over the back of it, sandwiching it between his. “You are beautiful, so hopefully this makes sense.” He starts. “Have you ever had a relationship where your partner expected you to just look beautiful all the time? He didn’t want to know you, to love you beyond the clothes you wore and the makeup on your face?” He asks. “That is similar to what I was facing. Every woman I would meet didn’t care to know me, know my heart. They wanted to use me, either my money or my connections. I decided I wanted more than that.” He shoots you a smile. “The connection that I feel here is real, and I want to see where this goes.”

His words have you melting and you cup his cheek, leaning in to softly kiss him. “I’m sorry they didn’t take the time to get to know you because you’re funny, smart, and ridiculously sweet.” You caress his cheek, “and I started falling for you before I knew you had a cent to your name. Money is…it comes and goes. I’ve seen people lose everything and when that happens, it’s the person next to you that matters. Sure, money makes life easier, but you can’t buy love. Only companionship. I want…I want you for who you are, Javi. Not what you have.” You promise, wanting him to know your feelings for him haven’t changed just because of this revelation.

He beams, feeling his heart swell and he bites his lip. “Then we are on the same page.” He agrees. “Although don’t be surprised if I jet you off for surprises.” He warns with a wink. “I love the idea of spoiling you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him softly, "let's have fun. We both work so much. Let's let go and enjoy our time here and I can spoil you in other ways." You tease, kissing his jaw before you bite down on his earlobe.

He smirks slightly. “I thought I spoiled you that way.” He teases, enjoying the flash of lust in your eyes. You want him and that thrills him. “But first, let’s enjoy dinner. I’ve never been here, but you talked so highly about it I wanted to try it.”

You nod, “I swear it’s the best restaurant in Boston. It’s, uh, nothing fancy but the food is to die for.” You groan, remembering your favorite dish they serve there. “And the owners are super sweet. You’ll love it.” You promise, squeezing his hand as the car makes its way into the city.

“I don’t care about fancy.” He promises. “Some of the best places and people don’t have any airs about them.” He chuckles. “My bagel shop is a little hole in the wall place. Never want to eat anywhere else for bagels.”

You’re soon pulling up outside the restaurant, a tiny little hole in the wall, and you can’t believe Javier remembered you mentioning this over the phone. He’s truly a unicorn. He pulls your chair out and sits down after unbuttoning his jacket. “Thank you for bringing me here.” You smile, looking up from the menu in your hands.

“It is my pleasure.” He smiles and leans in. “So what is best here? Or should we order several things and share?” He suggests, smirking and waggling his brows playfully. “We needed to unwind and some of your favorite food and maybe a walk around the city will be relaxing?”

“The carbonara is to die for.” You tell him, “and the meatballs.” Your stomach rumbles just thinking about it. You haven’t had pasta like this in a while, struggling to find anywhere in New York that compares. “We can definitely share if you want, baby and I know a great spot to go for a walk.”

“Perfect.” He nods. “The Sunday Macaroni, the Carbonara and do you want to try the Wild Mushroom Risotto or the Rollati?” He asks. “I love risotto, but the pistachio ricotta in the rollati sounds amazing.” He grins. “We might have to take the leftovers back to the hotel for a late night snack.”

You grin back, loving how enthusiastic he is and you set your menu down on the table. “I’m sure we will need a midnight snack later.” You smirk and he winks, “both the risotto and rollati then.” You giggle and nod, greeting the server. Javier orders a bottle of red and you’re soon sipping it, waiting on your food. He looks so fucking handsome in this intimate setting and you can’t believe he wants you. It feels like a dream. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, tilting his head, and you smile, “just how lucky I am.”

Javi smiles as he bites his lip. “Then it’s good that I feel lucky too.” He compliments. “You are sweet, beautiful, smart and talented.” He taps his glass against yours. “I should feel bad that you’ve been single, but I’m selfish enough to be happy that you are available.

His words have your heart pounding and you know you’re falling in love with him. He just came out of nowhere and swept you off your feet. You soon order your meal, talking about your days until the food is set down and you watch Javier as he goes to take his first bite.

His eyes widen in delight and then roll back in pleasure as the comforting, delicious flavors explode in his mouth. “Oh my God.” He grins, swallowing quickly. “This is amazing? You said this is family run?” He asks and you nod with a proud grin on your face. “Good isn’t it?” You ask and he chuckles. “Amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been here.”

You are so pleased he likes it, “it’s not really advertised. More of a ‘if you know you know’ kind of place. I’m so glad you like it. Try one of the meatballs. They are to die for.” You groan as you fork up some carbonara, moaning at the taste. You’ve missed this place. He groans as he chews on the meatball and you giggle, loving his reactions. The waiter is eventually packing up your leftovers and you share a tiramisu until Javier pays the check. He takes your hand as you walk down the street, the lamp light making him look like you’re in a movie, and you stop him, letting go of his hand. “What-?” He’s confused and you pull your phone out. “Just stand there. The lighting is incredible.” You urge him and he nods, stopping and you direct his position until you are taking a few shots. “Look.” You turn the phone to show him your work.

“You did this with a phone?” He’s amazed, but all his own photos look like a shaky toddler took them after stealing their mother’s phone. “You- you are amazingly talented.” He praises and shakes his head. “I need you working on my movies.” He tells you. “I can’t believe you don’t have studios in a bidding war for your services.”

You fluster under the lamplight at his praise until you shrug, “I have a lot of freelance work.” You confess, putting your phone away and reaching for his hand again. “You looked too handsome to not take a photo. I want to remember tonight. This is - it’s the best first date I’ve ever had.” You sigh in contentment.

He uses your hand to tug you closer, wrapping the arm that is still holding the phone around your waist. “It might be presumptuous, but I’m hoping it’s your last first date.” He admits, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours before he kisses you. The sparks are immediate and he loves how you melt into his arms, fitting perfectly and feeling right. “I want it to be my last first date.” He confesses breathlessly when he pulls back. “I’m a little mad at Aaron and Ruby for not getting married sooner, honestly.”

You giggle, your heart pounding in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, “me too. I’ve been wasting time on losers when you were only a call away.” You lean in to kiss his chin, “I hope it’s our last first date.” You promise, smiling when you feel him hold you tighter. “I think I want to go to the hotel now.” You confess, your stomach swirling with need for him. “I want you.” You reveal against his jaw.

The car that had brought you from the airport here is waiting just a few feet ahead and he smirks as he glances up at it. “Why don’t we wait to take that walk?” He suggests. “The car can have us back to the hotel in minutes and we can find another way to work off our dinner.” He winks and slides his hand down to grab a handful of your ass.

You moan softly, loving how tactile he is, and you nod, “let’s go.” He smirks and slides his hand back up to your waist to guide you over to the car. The driver gets out to open the door and you slide in followed by Javier. You don’t even wait until the door is shut to surge forward to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his.

Making out in the back of the car is probably considered juvenile to some, but Javi doesn’t care. The driver is paid for discretion and he’s never going to rebuff you. He pulls you closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan and hopes that the hotel is close.

You love how he responds, just as eager for you as you are for him and it feels like seconds before the driver clears his throat and announces you’ve arrived at the hotel. Javier is already checked in by his staff so once you’re out of the car, you hold his hand as the manager rambles while escorting you to the suite. It’s different from the treatment you receive when you check into a hotel. You feel like royalty.

Javi thanks the manager when he hands him the keys, slipping him a tip. “There is a bottle of champagne on ice.” The manager informs him and Javi smiles in gratitude. “Your hotel thinks of everything.” He compliments him, “thank you.” He closes the door behind him and turns to look at you. “Champagne before or after?”

“After.” You declare, feeling desperate for him now you’ve been with him all day. “Please baby.” You murmur, stepping closer to caress his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. He smirks and you begin undoing them, wanting to see more of him, and he shrugs off his jacket, setting it on the bench at the end of the bed.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He hums. “Did I tell you that?” You shake your head and he groans as he toys with the straps of your dress. “You look good in everything and nothing.” He grins wickedly. “But right now I want to see you in nothing.”

You let him pull the straps down, his fingers soon finding the zipper, and you happily let him pull it down to expose the underwear you picked out with him in mind. Sexy and purple, his favorite color. Your dress falls to your feet and he takes a step back to look at you, “or that. That is also good.” He confesses, Adam’s apple bobbing and you giggle, loving that he is flustered by the lace, reaching for his belt to begin unbuckling it.

Javi is beyond humbled that you would dress like this for him. It has to be for him, and he reaches for you, caressing your curves and admiring the lace that is covering your body. “It’s erotic and almost innocent at the same time.” He murmurs in wonder, only to groan when your hand wraps around his hard cock.

You start to slowly pump him, squeezing him in your hand. “It’s for you.” You confirm, wanting him to know that you want to look good for him. “I’m yours.” You promise, leaning in to kiss his chest, his shirt opened and he shrugs it off his shoulders.

“And I’m yours.” He promises, steering you towards the bed while he ducks his head and starts to kiss along your neck. “I’m a lucky bastard.” He moans when you squeeze him, “never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.”

You reluctantly let go of him as you fall back onto the bed and he kicks his shoes off, following you down as you reach for his cock again. “I’m the lucky one. You spoil me. Buying me those roses. Flying me here. It’s more than I ever imagined.” You say breathlessly as he kisses down your chest until he’s sucking your nipple through the lace.

You should have imagined more, because he’s going to give you more. He wants to give you everything. His teeth scrape over the sensitive bud and he groans when you start to writhe under him. Moaning his name like it’s a call to the gods above.

You let go of his length, caressing his shoulder until you’re running your fingers through his hair at the way he switches over to your other breast. He’s not a selfish lover either and you feel like you’re going to wake up and this will all be some crazy dream. “Javi.” You moan his name again, “fuck. Need more.” You whimper, dragging his face from your tits.

“What do you need, baby?” He smirks down at you and lunges up to press his lips to yours. “You want me to eat your pussy?” He ventures, tone playful. Tonight is about just the two of you and the beautiful relationship that is starting. He wants it to be fun, happy, as well as sexy and romantic. “I want to see you cum on my face. Love when you cum.” He admits. “Sounds are so sweet when you are breathless and crying out.”

You are already breathless at his words. “Baby please. I want you to eat my pussy. Love to see those eyes looking at him while your tongue is buried inside. Please.” You beg against his chin and his chuckle puffs on your face. He nods and shifts down your body, pressing kisses to your skin, and you inhale shakily when he pushes your thighs apart and settles between them.

Your core is covered in lace and his finger slides over the intricate design. “So pretty, but it’s covering my destination.” He coos, hooking finger under it and pushing it to the side to reveal the slick folds of your sex. “That’s what I wanted to see.” He smirks and flicks his thumb over your clit. Making you gasp out before you moan when he takes your clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Javi. That's - yes.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he sucks until he flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You love it. “You’re so good with your tongue.” You compliment him, “so damn good it’s criminal.”

He hums, pleased that you enjoy his attention. He loves everything about sex, but there is something magical about being with you. It’s so easy, so freeing to be with a woman who is just as eager. He grips your hips in his hands and dives in with abandon.

You whimper, gripping his hair as he eagerly eats you out. He’s ravenous and your cries echo in the expensive hotel suite. “Oh. Ohhhh.” You moan when he sucks on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs shake.

You are so vocal. Every sound feels like it’s being pulled out of your body, perhaps it is. He is dedicated to hearing those sounds and loves how you give them to him. He pulls away from your clit and laps at your folds, then settling down to push his tongue inside you.

He devours you and takes your breath away, sounds escaping your body without permission, and you are writhing until he swings his arm over your waist. His tongue pushes deep, making your head spin, and it doesn't take long for him to push you over the edge. His name screamed into the suite and your fingers gripping the expensive sheets.

Javi lets you ride his tongue, loving how you grind down on his face, his nose pushed into your clit. Only pulling away when he senses that you are spent, wrung out. He smacks his lips as he kisses your thigh and smirks up at you.

“Fuck.” You exhale, body buzzing from your orgasm. “You spoil me in every way, baby.” You murmur, shifting onto your elbows so you can look down at him. “How do you want to cum? You want me to suck your cock? Or you want to be inside me?” You ask, wanting him to have exactly what he wants.

Javi squeezes your hip and he starts to think for a moment before he grins. “I want you ride me.” He admits, squeezing your hip. “Still wearing this if it’s comfortable enough.” He wouldn’t put his desires above your comfort but he wound love it.

"It is." You promise, wanting to please him, and he shifts, shuffling off the bed to shove his pants down. You giggle when he stumbles trying to pull off his socks but he's soon flopping on the bed next to you. You smirk, shifting to kneel and you waste no time straddling him. His cock twitches on his pelvis and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him, "you're so perfect." You murmur, lifting your hips to notch him at your entrance until you slowly sink down onto his cock.

He groans, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, you’re the perfect one.” He swears, gripping your hips and watching you with a pride that comes from knowing that such a sexy, wonderful creature wants him. “I’m falling in love with you.” He confesses breathlessly. “I’m not saying that because you are riding me, i just-“

You cut him off by surging down to press your lips to his. He grunts, his hands squeezing your hips, and you pull back for a second. “I’m falling for you too.” You promise, “I have been since the moment I met you.” His answering grin takes your breath away and you peck his lips, starting to rock on top of him.

He would roll you over, under him, but you look perfect on him. Writhing in pleasure as you ride him. Taking what you and making his toes curl as you clench around him. He knows that you are it for him. His search is over. One hand slides up to cover a lacy tit. “Feels so good baby.”

Your palms are on his chest as you push up so you can ride him. He stretches you out, pushing deeper in the new angle, and you whimper. You can feel his heart pounding under your hand and you know you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It's crazy. You only met at the wedding but you feel like you've known him for years. "Fuck. You always feel so good." You moan, covering his hand on your tit to squeeze it.

He groans in agreement but he thinks you always feel good. He loves how you rock your hips and circle them around. It feels amazing and you get tight around him. “Fuck baby, ride me.” He coos. “Show me how good you are.”

You are egged on by his demand, shifting your thighs so you can lift up a little higher, sinking back down onto his cock a little harder. His grunt makes you smirk and you start to rock harder and faster, your chest heaving as you ride him. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes fluttering closed as you work yourself up.

He watches you. Urging you on by rocking his hips up and loving the small squeak you give, eyes bursting open when he strikes a different spot inside you. “Fuuuuuuck.”

“There. Oh God. Right fucking there.” You pant, rolling your hips as he thrusts up into you, and your jaw drops. That spot has you seeing stars and he keeps that angle as he thrusts up into you. You fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest as he takes over the pace and you kiss his jaw. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. So good. Oh shit. Yes.” You choke, eyes rolling back as he hits an angle that has your cunt fluttering until it clamps down on his cock, soaking him as he pushes you over the edge.

“That’s it, fuck that’s it.” Javi grunts, rocking his hips up just as frantically to fuck you through your pleasure. “Perfect pussy, perfect. Knew I wanted to fuck you every chance I could when I slipped inside you for the first time.” He groans. “Fucking amazing. Fuck, fuck, you can come for me again, can’t you?” He babbles. “Yeah you can, rub your clit baby. I need another one.”

His rambling has you gasping for breath, so turned on by how pussy drunk he sounds and you nod, shifting so you can slide your hand between you to rub your clit. You whimper and he chuckles, “I know baby, I know. It’s a lot but you can do it. Wanna feel you soak me again.” He demands and you choke, shaking above him as he pushes you through overstimulation until you clamp down on him again. Your wail of pleasure hits his ears as your hand frantically rubs your clit until you collapse onto him.

Now it’s his turn. He wraps his arms around you, anchoring you to his body as he rocks up into you. “That’s good baby, so good for me.” He grunts. “gonna cum, you are so fucking tight right now. Like a- a vice, squeezing my cock.” He chuckles. “Milking me.”

You struggle to grind back onto him, still reeling from your orgasms, but you manage it. You rock back onto his cock and kiss his jaw, “that’s it, Javi. My love. Cum for me. Want to feel you fill me up. Wanna drip you all damn night. Please. Cum for me.” You murmur between kisses to his jaw and down his neck.

Javi shudders and his arms tighten around you, pushing deep as his cock starts to throb. Your name falls from his lips as he starts to cum. Pumping hot ropes of cum inside you, groaning as he fills you. Eyes closed and holding you steady until he’s slowly lowering his hips to the bed.

You pant, trying to catch your breath, but you lift your head to look at him. He’s so fucking handsome. You giggle, leaning in to kiss his lips as you run your fingers through his hair. “Well damn, handsome. That’s just about ruined me for anyone else.” You confess, “you are - you’re my future.” You promise, caressing his cheek when he opens his eyes.

He chuckles and slides his hand up to stroke the length of your back. You are looking at him like he hung the moon and he hopes that never changes. “I’m glad that we are on the same page.” He murmurs softly, lifting his head to press his lips to yours. “Maybe our friends will be standing in our wedding sooner rather than later.” He hums, already envisioning a life with you.

You smile, loving how he's all in like you are. You are soon snuggled into his side after you've cleaned up, glass of champagne in your hand, and Javier's hand on your thigh. This is where you belong. 

**** 

"Javi, baby, do you think this looks okay?" You ask as you walk into the bedroom. Your fingers securing your earring as you ask your boyfriend who is lacing his shoes. You are back in Boston for a meeting he's having with a director and you decided to tag along. Javier promised to take you to dinner after you entertained yourself while he went to his meeting.

“You look beautiful.” He sets down the report he had been reading to slowly peruse you up and down. Enjoying the view and smirking slightly. Tonight is special and he is excited. “You always look beautiful, but tonight you are stunning.

You fluster at his compliments. He’s always had a way with words that makes your heart pound, and you walk over to him, leaning down to peck his lips. “You ready, babe?” You ask and he nods, shuffling the papers until he stands, watching you grab your clutch and he walks over to open the door to the suite, letting you walk out first.

“What are you planning on doing while I am pretending to pay attention in my meeting tomorrow?” Javi jokes, his hand on your back and caressing your spine as you take the elevator down to the car waiting. 

“I might check out the museum of fine art. It’s nice to have some time to just wander and appreciate beautiful art….when I get sick of staring at my beautiful boyfriend.” You add playfully and he chuckles, his hand sliding lower on your back. “Besides, that’s tomorrow. Let’s enjoy dinner tonight.” You turn to kiss his jaw as the doors open.

“I am glad the meetings are over today.” Javi hum, wrapping his hand around your waist. “I missed you.” He guides you into the elevator and hums when the doors close. “Just a nice night with my beautiful girl.” 

You lean into him, “I missed you too.” You turn towards him, pressing your lips to his jaw and you pull back a moment later to wipe your lipstick from his skin. “I hope the director agrees to work with you. Your script is - it’s the best one you’ve written.” You confess, reaching for his hand to squeeze it.

He smiles and squeezes your waist. “I think you’re biased, but I love that you are so supportive.” He grins. “And I passed along your portfolio, so even if he doesn’t want to take this movie, he was very impressed.

You caress his chest, “Javi.” You sigh despite melting that he’s your biggest cheerleader. “You’re going to get it picked up and maybe I’ll do set photography which means we will get to work together.” You smile, hoping that’s true but you never know.

“I would love to work with you.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly. “But tonight I just want to celebrate us.” He grins. “It’s special.” He announces. “Today is the anniversary of our first official date.”

You gasp, having forgotten but apparently he hadn’t and that makes you melt. “One year later.” You smile at him just as the elevator doors open. “And we are in Boston. Full circle, huh? All that would be left would be to go to Carmelita’s.” You add and he smirks, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh my God, you booked it, didn’t you?” You ask excitedly and he nods. Your heart flutters and you look at him, “I love you. So much.” You promise, squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” The doors open and you are whisked out to the car. The drive to Carmelita’s doesn’t take long and he is climbing out of the back to hold his hand out for you to help you out.

You let him guide you into the restaurant and you are so excited to be back at the Italian you love with the man you love. “I have been dreaming about the carbonara.” You confess, “so you’ve read my mind, baby.”

“I think I know you pretty well by now.” He chuckles and follows the waiter over to the intimate table for two he had set up. Soon enough you will understand what is going on, but you will when the rest of the diners show up.

You settle into your seat, watching Javier sit opposite you, and you glance around, “it’s pretty empty in here. It’s not that late.” You frown, wondering where the other diners are. “Did you reserve the whole restaurant?” You ask Javi and it’s not something he hasn’t done before.

“No.” He shrugs. “I guess other reservations haven’t shown up yet.” He says and looks at the drink menu. “I’m thinking champagne, or do you want to start with something else?”

You nod, knowing he always remembers the drink you asked him for on the wedding day, the day you met, and you smile at him, “that’s perfect, baby.” He orders the bottle and you bite your lip as you look over the menu despite knowing what you want.

He smiles as he watches you for a moment, head tilted down and you are absorbed in the menu. Not noticing patrons filing in and being seated around you. “Anything changed on the menu?” He asks, looking over his own menu, even though he knows it hasn’t.

You giggle, shaking your head as you browse the menu until you finally lift your eyes and look up at the man you love. He smirks and you frown when his gaze drifts behind you, so you turn your head to see what he’s looking at.

Aaron and Ruby are sitting at the table to the left of you. Your parents are beside them. Every table in the restaurant is filled with your friends and family. He had invited them, flown them in, to be here for this moment.

Your eyes widen, glancing around at your friends and family sitting in the restaurant. Your head spins back to Javi and you gasp when you see him kneeling there. “Oh my God.” You choke, “I- baby?” You ask breathlessly, feeling like your heart is about to pound out of your chest.

Javi grins. “A year ago our adventure began and I have loved every single day. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. Be there for every good day and every bad day.” He smiles. “I want to build a life full of love and laughter with you.” He murmurs your name softly, “Will you marry me?”

Tears immediately spring in your eyes and you nod, choking on a sob that transforms into a “yes.” His answering smile takes your breath away and he reaches for the ring, sliding it onto your hand as tears stream down your cheeks. “I love you.” You gasp, surging down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks as your family and friends clap.

He kisses you back, dragging both of you up to your feet. Euphoric about you agreeing to spend your life with him and he pulls back with a grin. “I love you too baby.” He promises. “Now we have our own wedding to plan.”

You caress his chest, “well at least we know who our maid of honor and best man are.” You turn to look at your best friends seated beside you and Ruby grins, looking at her husband who winks at her. Javier chuckles, kissing you softly, and you smile against his lips. You never expected to meet the love of your life at your best friend’s wedding but you did and you are excited to spend the rest of your life with him. It’s going to be the adventure of a lifetime with Javier as your husband.

[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers Possessive/Yandere HC

Includes: jennifer check, horny the clown, billy loomis, stu marcher, ethan landry, bo sinclair, hannigram, thomas hewitt, jeepers creepers, art the clown.

Warnings: the title speaks for itself!! gifs are not mine credits to the owners.

ʲᵉⁿⁿⁱᶠᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ:

She is extremely possessive of you. After all, she is Jennifer Check—whatever she wants, she gets, and that includes you. In public, she is very touchy and won’t let you go or even allow you to think about leaving her. She will go to great lengths to hurt anyone who makes her feel threatened when it comes to you. When she’s in her demon form, it gets even worse; she grabs your arm and drags you around in public, making sure everyone knows that you belong to her. While she knows she is attractive and could have anyone she wants, she only wants you.

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

It depends on his mood that day, but most of the time, Archie tries to keep you close. He is someone who needs constant comfort; if you're not around, he becomes increasingly unstable. He is jealous and possessive, wanting you to stay with him at all times. Don't leave his sight, or he might harm someone you care about. He will feel bad for making you cry, but ultimately, he just needs you by his side. You are the only one who truly sees the real him, and he will always appreciate that.

ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵐᵐⁱˢ:

He’s completely possessive, I’m sorry—well, actually, I’m not. Billy is full of ego and pride, and whenever you spend time around someone of the same gender as him, he feels as if you’re trying to make him jealous. He yells when it’s just the two of you, making it clear that he doesn’t want you to do that again. It’s not like you mean to upset him; he’s just very sensitive and fragile about it. Despite that, he does show you love in his own rough way in the end.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

This poor boy is incredibly loving and caring. However, beneath that exterior, he does exhibit some controlling tendencies. He may not show it openly, but there are moments when you can notice a shift in his behavior, leading you to ask questions. He consistently responds with, "I'm fine," when, in reality, he is seething with anger. If you’re not careful, it might not be safe to be around him for long, and you'll find yourself stuck in an uncomfortable situation until he feels he can trust you again.

ᵉᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃⁿᵈʳʸ:

I could go on for hours about how he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This boy is a demon, I tell you. He’s very manipulative and jealous of everything you do. If there’s another boy around, he will get rid of him without hesitation; in fact, it’s a bit strange. His anger isn't rare, surprisingly; it's quite common. He does try to hide it, but it never really works out. You can see every time how the sparkle in his eyes disappears when someone gets too close to you. He may act shy, but he’s far from it.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

You can probably guess what I’m going to say, and you’d be right: he is possessive of you. He sees you as his property that he must protect and keep others away from, which even includes his brothers. He can get quite loud if he feels one of them is flirting with you too much. While he understands them, he doesn’t want them to overdo it. He’s a busy man, which means you’ll likely spend a lot of time at home until he feels comfortable letting you out. That could take weeks—if you’re lucky.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

These two work together to keep harmful (innocent) people away from you. They operate in a way that is very different from any other human. They communicate silently, ensuring that you remain unaware of what’s happening around you. In about a week or so, that troublesome person will be gone. Will is best at distracting while Hannibal excels in taking action. They try to keep you from noticing the things they do, even though you know all their secrets. It's no surprise to you that they behave this way, but you don’t mind it too much.

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Speaking of Thomas, he is exactly what you would expect. What I mean is that he is very protective of you because he loves you so much. It’s not in a scary way, though. He will do his best to keep you at home, trying to shield you from his darker side. Besides that, he truly loves you. He often wonders why you chose him out of everyone. He struggles with self-hatred and tries to deny it. However, you love him for who he is and dream of becoming his wife/husband/spouse one day.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

What do you hope to achieve by trying to leave him? He will track you down and restrain you even more. He can always tell when you are lying, so don’t even attempt to deceive him. Jeepers is a hardworking man, and because of his hunger, he will be out of the nest most of the time. However, that doesn’t mean you will be free. He will ensure you have everything you need while he is out hunting. He won’t allow you to see or interact with another human ever again. If he finds you talking to or seeing anyone else, they will be gone.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

If you and he are really together, he will likely be the least possessive. He’ll definitely protect you and may even try to distance you from people he feels you spend too much time with, but that’s just part of it. Art himself is like a walking time bomb; one minute he’s allowing you to go outside, and the next he’s keeping you cooped up in the house with him for the night. It seems to depend on whether he’s injured or not. He won’t try to hide his darker tendencies because he feels there’s no need to, and besides, he has better things to do.

[nyeddleblog]

SAW THAT YOU CANNOT GET BOB OUT OF YOUR HEAD MAY I REQUEST A MEET CUTE FIC WHERE READER IS A GIRLBOSS CORPORATE GIRLIE AND BOB IS WELL...BOB

Yes, but since I'm at work in a 10 hour shift, we'll forget about the cutesy aesthetic shit I usually do for my fics.

Warnings: Female presenting reader, use of reality warping powers, in a probably inaccurate way, written from my phone and not proof read.

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You liked your job. Well, kind of. You liked getting paid for something that you actually did pretty well, and you liked that you could live from it. Yeah, it was a annoying having to walk around New York City taking care that your tights weren't ripped or that your high heels wouldn't give out for the next few blocks. Skirt always impecable, just below the knee. Blouse silky and not revealing too much cleavage. But the paycheck... Oh, the paycheck. And your boss was an okay guy!

You've dealt with all kinds of people before; the annoying ones, the narcisistic ones, the perverts... For someone your age, it was difficult to achieve the tranquility you had.

So you entered the coffee shop, mindlessly looking through your phone. It was a bit more expensive than others, usually empty around this hour. The cashier gave you a nod, urging you to just take a seat. You had paid a bit extra last time, since they didn't have any change; that meant, coffee was on the house. It made you smile, making a mental note to tip them well when you left.

Your heels guided you through the usual path, too invested on the screen to look up as you sat down. Your boss wanted something urgently, something you could actually do through your phone. It took you around five minutes to write down the email you needed to send to an investor, and another one to communicate that it was done. Only then, you looked up.

There was a guy sitting there. Considering his half eaten muffin and the stains on his cup, he had been sitting there before you even arrived. And he looked so troubled too, face flushed as he tried his best not to look at you. You blushed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry—"

But you looked around and frowned. This was usually where you sat and it shouldn't have mattered if it weren't for the amount of people around. Why the fuck was it so full? This had never happened before.

Your eyes reached a table were one of your colleagues sat. You wrinkled your nose; he was probably going to talk to you about work, so your eyes went back to the guy in front of you, softening.

"Is it okay if I stay here? If only until they bring me my coffee, then I can just take it to go."

He looked at you then, pink cheeks and a bit unsure if you were talking to him. You maintained eye contact, an easy smile on your lips as you awaited his answer.

"Y-yeah, no... No problem"

Your smile widened then, but you didn't say more. You knew how annoying it was when someone talked to you while you were minding your own business. It was the reason why you stayed there and didn't go to your colleague's table, after all.

Then the usual waitress brought you your coffee, in a mug. You let out an apologetic sigh, knowing that you'd have to ask her if she could change it to a plastic cup, probably ruining all of the barista's work in the process, but right before you spoke, he interrupted you.

"It's... It's okay. You don't need to, uh, leave." It came out awkwardly, almost strangled. The waitress looked at the both of you with a smile as she came back behind the counter, absent-minded of the position she just put the both of you in, "I don't mind the company. I'm about to finish anyways."

"Oh, well thank you" you answered politely. He truly didn't seem like he was about to finish, considering how slowly he was eating his muffin. And he was kind of cute, you realized. Messy brown hair, and adorable blue eyes. But you wouldn't stare.

You let your coffee air for a little bit, not wanting to burn your tongue. He was reading a book, you noticed; he looked invested. It was probably why he didn't mind your presence, despite being an obviously shy person. His fingers picking at the muffin and slowly dragging the bite into his mouth.

You brought the mug to your lips as you stared at the pastry. You should have asked for one of those, really, it looked tasty. Red velvet, your favorite, fuck. You were oggling at the muffin then, drinking your coffee and slowly zoning out. So many things to do, the meeting that afternoon. And tomorrow, too. Oh, how you hated meetings.

Your eyes slowly brought you back to reality as they slowly came up to his face. He was staring at you, probably because you were pondering to the reality where his muffin was yours. Either way, it startled you and a small drop of coffee fell into your impeccably white blouse.

Shit.

You let the mug on the table immediately, assessing the damage. It expanded quickly on the collar, leaving an ugly stain that you wouldn't be able to get rid of before the meeting. You groaned dramatically, covering your face with your hands.

It had to be the meeting with the one investor that always stared at your tits. That one unfiltered asshole that fucking humilliated women when they had chipped nails or a run on their stockings.

He'll say something, and you'll answer, and he'll find you rude, and then you'll show him how rude you can actually be and... You'll lose your job.

"They say putting some sugar on it may help get rid of the stain" he stuttered out, in front of you. You frowned, almost forgetting that he was still there in the first place and barely understanding what he was talking about.

"What?"

"T-The stain..." He pointed at your collar with a packet of sugar in his hand. Your frown losened as he left it on the table, near enough for you to reach, "It may be worth a shot?"

"It may be" you repeated in a murmur, staring down at the packet.

It sounded like bullshit, but you were desperate and the sugar couldn't possibly make it worse than it already was, so you opened the packet and poured it on the stain, looking defeated as it clinged to it. You rubbed it for a few seconds, unable to see how the eyes of the man in front of you briefly lit up bright golden. Then, the sugar turned brown and you wiped it away, amazed by the result.

"Hey, it worked!" you exclaimed in excitement, looking up at him, "I can't believe it!"

Your bright smile made his cheeks heat up, and he avoided your eyes as he gave you a sheepish smile back, shrugging.

"That was ama...! What was your name?" you interrupted yourself to ask. As he replied, you continued "That was amazing, Bob, truly. You saved my job and made my day!"

"I-It's nothing."

You braced yourself, for what you were about to say, unable to hide the smile of awe in your lips, "Well, Bob. It's everything to me," Maybe a bit of an exaggeration, you were dramatic like that, but it was honest nonetheless "So, could I buy you a muffin sometime?"

His pink cheeks turned red as he stuttered over his reply, and by the time you finished your coffee, his number was already saved in your phone.

You stood up, giving him sweet smile and putting the promised tip in the jar before leaving.

He stared at you until you were out of view and you didn't know why, but it made your heart beat a tiny bit faster.

[ajaxsbeloved]

stygianoir asked:

"A part two of don’t give me that look with Dainsleif, Xiao and Scaramouche plz"

-: don't gimmie that look III :-

part 1 — part 2

feat. dainsleif, alhhaitham, and aether (xiao and scaramouche are in part 2!)

genre. suggestive

summary. the genshin men react to you giving them the “fuck me” eyes accidentally

warnings. dainsleif has fake lore since there's not much we know about him, dains reader uses she/her, dains section is kinda long my bad, khaenri'ahn body guard dain, reader is khaenri'ahn royality or something??, lore players pls don't kill me i'm just writing random shit, dains ending does NOT imply sex after i'm sorry y'all, reader is a scholar at the academiya with alhaitham, aether abyss prince au, more fake lore for aether because we don’t know anything abt the abyss yet

authors note. this series has short circuited my brain 😭😭😭 unfortunately i will NOT be doing a part 4 but please stick around my blog and thank you all for the amount of love you've given this series it means so much to me :( <3 // also this was reuploaded and tagged by @aventurinesweetheart bc i forgot to do it the first time

dainsleif

if dainsleif was anything it was good at his job. not to mention completely and utterly devoted to you...

of course the good part is that you Are his job

Khaenri'ah is a thriving nation, one built on technology and innovation. before the teyvat we knew, before the archons and before the heavenly principles

your father was a strict man, he was always stubborn and strongly believed in learning the right lesson at the right time

dain was a beloved member of the khaenri'ahn guard, having been a member of the guards history since before he was born. dainsleif's father and his father before him had all served the royal family, naturally dain would grow up to do the same thing

when he first became a knight he was proud, even if he wasn't yet protecting members of the royal family he was still happy doing regular guard duties and he was honored to even be a part of the group that would defend their nation

at the ripe age of 18 dainsleif was promoted, he wasn't scared though. no in fact he was extremely excited, he had been waiting for this his whole life and nothing could change the fact that he was proud to carry on his families legacy

he was assigned to protect the khaenri'ahn princess, the oldest of them at least who happened to be the same age as him. he had never actually met her though, sure he had seen her in public as she did royal things with her family like orientation of nobles and knighting new guards

but this was completely different, seeing royalty and befriending royalty were definitely not the same thing

when he first met you he wasn't surprised, you seemed like the typical royal princess. you were calm and put together, you were well articulated and held your head high as any proper royalty should do

it wasn't until a few months into being your specific guard that dainsleif noticed anything unique about you, the truth was that despite all your honorary behaviors and taught attitude, there was a kind and loving person behind it all

at first this was a little shocking to dain, he had no idea that royalty could be so... so human.

you may have been what he expected at first but after knowing you? you were a whole new person to him, not just someone he was hired to protect but you grew to be someone he wanted to protect

eventually the two of you grew rather close, becoming sort of like best friends. dainsleif was never one to socialize much as he had to focus on his job and you were kind of isolated from the world since being put on a pedastal made it hard for you to make friends out of regular everyday people

so from then on the duo was practically inseparable, glued to each other and always running to each other whenever anything remotely interesting happens

until one day, one day dain goes to your bedroom. he was worried, you had missed breakfast and didn't attend your behavior classes. this worried your parents too of course but no one truly cared for you the way dainsleif did

when you didn't answer after he knocked he warned that he was coming in and pushed open the door with a little bit of force only to find that you weren't there, in fact the bed room was completely empty and one of the windows by your bedside was wide open

the worst situation came into dainsleif's mind, had you run away? did someone take you? how was he ever supposed to protect you if he doesn't know where you are?

he immediately sprints to tell your parents and siblings only to find them already in the meeting hall with concerned expressions on their faces and a note in their hands

the note reads as follows "I have your daughter, bring me 100,000 dollars or i will cut off her hands. you have until 12AM, send only 1 guard and the money to this location."

the letter then had a map attached to it with a meeting point, your family was freaking out and insisted that they go to the meeting point with a full guard squad and the money just in case; the money

but dainsleif knew this was a bad idea, he knew that if the royal family sent a whole team of guards that they would never get you back and that the kidnapper would do horrible unimaginable things to you

the thought alone infuriated dain and he somehow managed to convince your family that it was him who needed to go with the money and bring you home safely

so he went, he brought the money and the kidnapper was there with you next to him. there was tape over your mouth and your hands were bound in rope, the sight was hard to look at but dainsleif mustered up all his courage to get you out of this situation

he went to give the kidnapper money and as he did so he managed to knock him out cold, how you may ask? don't. i don't know how he did it LMAO

you quickly ran up to dain and he cut off the ropes that bound your wrists as well as took the tape off of your mouth, thankful to even be alive you engulfed him in the tighest hug you could manage with the strength you had left

dainsleif was shocked, though you were friends you had never seemed to share a hug or been in physical contact so he was taken by surprise at your eager show of affection

he looked down at you and felt his body flood with warmth when he saw you were looking back at him, your eyes glittering in admiration at your hero and the widest toothiest grin on your face

dainsleif felt energy rejuvenate throughout his body, as if looking at you had somehow made him bounce back from all the worry and concern he had at the situation

there you were, looking at him like he was the best man in the world, like he was your hero. he couldn't help but smile back at you, your joyous expression apparently contagious

"let's get you home (y/n)."

alhaitham

being a scholar in the nation of knowledge was no easy feat, there were many and many people who were immensely smart and experienced with researching

alhaitham was no exception, he was of course extremely intelligent not to mention observant and caring (though he would never admit to it)

you had met alhaitham when you first joined the academiya, being in similar fields of study you were able to bond over things like professors or assignments that you struggled with

however alhaitham never struggled, he always found each task easy to complete and he did every assignment well enough to earn perfect grades

you spent countless hours in the library studying til you collapsed over the tests and exams that you had nearly every week, you could spend days and days in the computer lab trying to find sources for your papers and articles about the topics you were assigned for research

alhaitham always came along with you, finding any excuse not to be at home just in case kaveh happened to be there. besides it’s not like he ever had much to do, he had plenty of free time and for whatever reason he preferred spending it with you

even if you were truly spending your time “together”, it was often found that you had your nose in notes and scribbled diagrams while alhaitham sat quietly across from you reading a thick book that had at least 250 pages

sometimes you’d fall asleep studying or you’d have to take a few bathroom breaks, you’d always come back to find alhaitham in the same spot with the same neutral expression as he flipped the pages of his books

sometimes you’d try to talk with him, asking him about how his studies were going or what kaveh was up to. he always got rather annoyed by the questions regarding kaveh, he would get defensive or start bad mouthing kaveh as he tried to make himself look better

“kaveh is a lazy baboon who can hardly get his work done and eat throughout the day while i have to do all the chores around the house and manage to do my duties as the scribe… pfft it’s almost pathetic.”

he’d role his eyes at the thought of kaveh and go on and on complaining about how he hates being at home because he can’t stand being around kaveh, he’d sometimes mentioned hanging out at your place to avoid going home

“after studying we should grab something to eat and head to your house, i’d rather study more with you then go home and deal with my actual roommate.”

despite the way alhaitham talked about kaveh you knew they were actually good friends, they just clashed heads and bickered more than most people….. yeah… more than most….

so one day you let alhaitham come over after studying, you had gotten take out and some alcohol to have at your place while you relaxed after exams

you ate and laughed, though alhaitham seems stoic he’s a rather funny guy. not that he tries to be funny but he just says things so bluntly and isn’t afraid to gossip with you about people in your lives

you were drunk and enjoying yourself from across the table, eventually the laughter died down and the conversation came to a halt

the silence filled the air and alhaitham (who wasn’t drunk because he can hold his alcohol extremely well) was looking around your apartment as opposed to you

you sat there looking at alhaitham and taking in everything about him, from the way he hair framed his face to his gorgeous eyes and toned chest, even the way he smelled like wood

without even realizing you started giggling at him, finding your own thoughts about how good looking his was amusing and unexpected

hearing your laughter alhaitham turn his eyes to you, he froze at the sight before him

there you were sitting across the table from him with a light blush on your face and adorable smile on your lips

you were so perfect, from your teeth to your eyebrows and the way your nose scrunched as you laughed at him made his stomach turn in on itself

truthfully he didn’t understand, what were you laughing about? why did he find you so attractive right now? and how could you laugh so carefree like that? was it because of him?

“what’re you laughing for?”

“you silly! you’re so funny y’know that?”

that was it, that was the straw that broke the camels back. alhaitham didn’t know what it was that made him do flips in his head but he knew if he didn’t do something about it soon it would leave him a wreck

he got up the table swiftly, surprising you as you let out a noise of confusion, he made his way over to your side of the table and grabbed your hand

pulling you up you let out a “wha-“ and before you knew it he was dragging you around the house, to a place you were well familiar with which was of course, your bedroom

he led you quietly and once you arrived he closed the door, pushing you against it and locking lips with you

you were surprised but certainly not disappointed, you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck would made him groan as you smiled against him

“i need to be more than just your study buddy.”

aether

the abyss was a rather strict organization, there weren’t many humans who were a part of it yet you find yourself aligning with their views and climbing up the ranks

today was an important day, today was a mission that the abyss took very seriously. you were chosen to retrieve information on the tsaritsa’s plan to steal the gnosis’ and bring the plans back to headquarters

everything was going just right, you were able to infiltrate a fatui agency successfully and managed to gain access to some information that most fatui weren’t even able to be aware of

you gathered the files you obtained and started to make your way out of the fatui agency when suddenly a man stopped you

“you. i don’t think i’ve seen you anyway around here before, who are you and what is your clearance?”

you were put on the spot, but not to worry because this was something you trained for, this was something you were expecting

“you haven’t seen me because i outrank you. don’t talk down to your captains, i have important business. now if you’ll excuse me i need to take these files to the knave, interrupt me again and i’ll make sure she hears about how you interfered with her collection of information.”

the man in front of you froze upon hearing the knaves name, he took a nervous gulp and apologized for intruding on your collection of data

you acted snarky, scoffing at this innocent lower level employee and giving him a dirty look to which he squealed at

you successfully exited the building and travelled back to abyssal headquarters to report your findings to the high council, hoping that perhaps you’d get promoted or at least a raise

you strutted into headquarters proudly, holding your head high and nodding at those who greeted you and welcomed you back

you may your way to the high council meeting room and presented the information you collected, spilling all the details of your mission and how the fatui managed to not suspect anything of you

the council was impressed and satisfied with your report, the most notable being the prince. aether was very pleased with your abilities and was prideful to have such an intelligent and skilled agent on his side of the war

“come here, i shall award you an honor not many have been able to accomplish.”

you walk closer to his throne and find yourself in front of the prince himself who was not only powerful and smart but also extremely handsome

“on your knees.”

you knelt carefully, placing your hand on your chest and closing your eyes to listen to your prince

aether took out his sword from its sheath and you shivered hearing the blade scrape against the metal cover, more gently than expected, the prince brought his sword to your shoulders and announced you a knight, one of the highest honors among the abyssal kingdom

“congratulations, you have become a knight and you will fight by my side, do not disappoint me. i trust in your abilities.”

you open your eyes and lift your head to look aether in the eyes, meeting him as he looked down at your kneeling figure

aether felt his heart pang at the sight, you who looked up at him as if he was the world, like you would do anything for him

your eyes glossed and your steady breathing causing your chest to rise up and down, the image was practically burned into his mind as he felt himself warm up within a matter of seconds

you were breathtaking, it was something he always knew but seeing you before him so willingly and effortlessly he found himself enamored with your beauty

“stand” he said firmly

despite his firm tone and professionalism, aether was dying on the inside fighting an army of nerves and trying to ignore the way his cheeks melted like ice cream

you slowly stood, keeping your hand to your chest and eyes in his. though you had no idea what he was going to say next you didn’t seem to care when looking at him, as if he had put you in a trance and made it impossible to look away

“let’s discuss your promotion in private quarters shall we?”

tagged: @aventurinesweetheart @z3nitsusgf @stygianoir

[wpdarlingpan]

The Shadow (Thunderbolts*)

Beginning Yandere Yelena x Anxious!Widow Reader

Beginning Yandere Bob x Anxious!Widow Reader

(Could expand to all Thunderbolts)

Female Pronouns

Summary: Former widow reader feels out of place in the watchtower, Bob and Yelena are here to remind her that her place is with them, they are family after all.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Angst, Possible Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Anxiety, Use of Y/N, The Start Of Obsessive Behavior (let me know if I need to add more)

A/N: I absolutely loved the movie and had to write something for it so this is my first attempt. I hope it’s good and my requests are open (even if I may take awhile to get to them) so if you have any Thunderbolts ideas, let me know! <3

Being in the Watchtower after never having set a home for years was an odd experience, and from being on my own to having a team was an adjustment I hadn’t quite gotten used to.

I often sit in my room, as I am now, tucked into a window seat I requested from Valentina when we were able to decorate our rooms. As I stared out into the skyline, I couldn’t help but think why I was here.

John was… well, John. He was pretty good at acting like he was important.

Bucky was kind. Kinder to me than the others. Maybe he saw himself in me, or it’s because I’m too reserved to cause him trouble like the others.

Ava had her phasing abilities and was good at keeping up with the team's banter.

Alexei was like the team dad, supporting his kids' soccer team.

Yelena was a former Red Room assassin who paved her own path.

Bob is the strongest being on Earth.

Then there’s me. I can do what Yelena does, but not as efficiently, nor am I able to connect with others as she does.

Growing up in the Red Room made her want to help others and grow beyond what they wanted her to become. To me, it stunted me. I’ve never been able to move on. Every time I close my eyes, I see Katerina, the girl I killed on my first test to show my worth to the Red Room and almost desensitize my emotions from death.

She got out, she saved me and the other widows from Dreykov while I couldn’t even remember my name. Yelena was the new Black Widow, rightfully so, while I’m her shadow.

We have dinner together every night at Alexei’s insistence, and it was not like anyone really had any other plans. But even when we sit together, I feel the pressure of their stares. As if they are waiting for me to speak up.

I try to spend time with them so that they don't feel like they have a ghost in their home, but it is not much.

John and I watch television while he talks about something, and I listen.

Ava and I usually train or practice her abilities, I time her as she works on phasing for longer than a minute. 

Alexei makes me nervous; he is loud but never has said anything rude, although he makes me nervous when he says to speak up when he can't hear me.

Bucky and I usually read together, or sometimes he lets me stick magnets on his arm. That ones rare but it’s mainly when he can tell I need to fiddle with something.

Bob and I usually seem to just exist in the same space, letting ourselves use each other to be a lingering presence to keep us from the void.

Yelena… I avoid Yelena. I can’t face her; we know what the other has gone through, and I still can't bring myself to talk to her about it. She seems to be handling things better than I am, and I don't want to hold her back. She was older than I in the academy and advanced further than I did before we escaped, yet she found who she is, and I am still looking.

I can tell she wants to talk to me, it’s in the way she looks at me at dinner or the way her mouth opens slightly when I rush past her in the hallways. Even when she makes a sarcastic comment, most likely to Alexei or John, and I can’t help but laugh, I never say anything more.

I don’t even know why I’m here. I just am not special- I am cut off from my thoughts by a knock at the door. Looking over I spot Bob shyly poking his head in.

“Hey Y/N,” He stuttered out, not moving into the doorway yet as he rocked on the balls of his feet.

“Hey Bob,” I say softly, beckoning him inside. He lets out a small smile before joining me on the window seat. This had been a common occurrence for the past few weeks. He’d come in whenever he was overwhelmed by the team or simply to see me, as he claimed. I don’t see what he sees in me, yet he seems oddly attached.

I was surrounded by people, yet I felt just as alone as before. I was no hero to be worshipped, and the public agrees.

We sit in silence, and I appreciate it, while a part of me longs to reach out and start a conversation with the man who seems so easily approachable, yet I cannot even make the first step.

He reaches into his pocket, and I tense up nervously before he pulls out a simple locket. It was silver with a small star on the end. I look at him questioningly as he hands it over to me.

"Just in case you forget," Bob replied simply and tucked his hands away, surly twirling them nervously in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

I fiddle with it slightly before opening it. It was a picture of me and him on one side and the team on the other. I grip it tightly before looking up at him, confused.

“I can see the look on your face. The longing for a connection as you watch people around you smile at one another. But you are so deep in your own head that when people look at you, you see judging eyes over the soft smiles. I only say this because that was me. Before them and before you,” He spoke, pointing at the group in the picture. Each of them had their heads turned and were smiling at me in their own way, as my own was tucked. Although Alexei was just a corner of the face as he looked like he was taking the picture while looking at us. 

I stare at him wide-eyed. I realized I was not exactly hiding my feelings, but I was not expecting to be approached about them like this. Nor do I even remember the picture being taken.

“I-I just.” I couldn't bring myself to say anything more as he shook his head with a shy smile before grabbing the necklace from my hand and leaning in to put it on me. I close my eyes in fear of having someone so close, even though a part of me probably yearns for any physical connection. 

“Everyone cares about you in their own way. You just gotta open your eyes and see it… Don’t just tuck the void down. It’ll overflow and explode one day, I would know.” He tries to tease at his own expense before reaching over for my hand.

I stare at him in slight anticipation before a knock on the door interrupts us. Yelena is standing there, a hand still on the door as she looks at us.

“Did not realize we were having a heart-to-heart. I am getting good at those.” She says, walking into the room. “Can I have a second with Y/N, Bob?”

She looks at him expectantly as she stands in front of his spot at the window. I look at him desperately trying to tell him not to leave me. He seems to consider it for a moment before looking back at Yelena and nodding. 

“I’ll come back after.” He reassures softly, looking down at the necklace and smiling slightly before walking out and shutting the door. 

I curl into myself more at the thought of talking, let alone with only Yelena. 

“Why don’t you like me?” She asks straightforwardly, sitting down in front of me as she looks into my eyes as if she is staring into my soul.

“I don't not-” 

“Every time you see me, you run away, and even at dinner, you sit as far away from me as possible.” Yelena cuts me off immediately, and I gape at her, trying to find the right words. “Did I… Did I do something to you? In the Red Room?” 

She looks at me expectantly, but I can see the lingering heartbreak behind her eyes as she asks me that question. I did not even consider her resorting to that.

“No! No you didn't.” She lets out a sigh of relief “I just, you have been handling all this New Avenger stuff so well and connected with everyone on the team. You guys are like a family, a dysfunctional one, but still a family. I feel like a part of your past lingering behind you.”

Yeelan stares at me silently. I begin to fiddle with my fingers, and she reaches over, grabbing my hands into her own. I froze momentarily, not expecting this reaction before looking up at her. 

“You are a part of my past I would rather leave behind, yes, but that doesn't mean you are the one who hurt me. I see you, and I see the first good thing I did. You fought your way out once you were released, and I have never been so proud. And I only act like I am a good Avenger, I had the best model, you know.” She nudges me slightly with a smile.

“Natasha?” 

“My sister.” She confirms with a nod. “She was my older sister and without her I don't know what I would've done.”

“An older sister,” I say wistfully. Someone who would protect me, someone who could be that guiding light- I shake my head to knock myself out of the fantasy.

“You are not beneath me in any way, you are so strong. Stronger than I was at your age, and you have so much farther to go. To make a new name for yourself. You don't have to be a widow. Hell, if you don’t want to fight, I will keep you off of missions. But, maybe you can give me a chance to be for you what Natasha was for me. An older sister.”

My heart beats sporadically out of my chest as the locket and her hands ground me to the earth. A sister? After all of this?

“You don’t have to be alone, you know. I won't let you be ever again. Just let me in.” 

“Yes,” I whisper, and I see the joy in her eyes as her hands hold me slightly tighter. Completely missing the flicker of obsession growing behind them.

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 5: love at first sight

1.3k, sfw, prompts by @forlorn-crows

Half phantom/swiss half phantom/rain

Read under cut or all of mushy may on ao3!

Swiss has been whisked away by the clergy, rain comforts a worried phantom.

Warnings and tags: swiss is having element problems, phantom breaks down, starts sad gets better, rain is a sweetheart when he wants to be, icees

Phantom stood in the middle of the hotel room and dropped his bags with a shaky breath. He could feel his jaw shaking, an empty vibration in his chest like something had been carved out of him. The room felt huge, that distinct hotel chill and clean linen smell giving him goosebumps. He requested this. Requested a room alone tonight even after each ghoul, including tempest, insisted he shouldn’t be alone.

He needed this though, despite what dew told him. He needed time to himself to swallow what had happened, didn’t need another ghoul watching over him like he was a danger to himself or couldn’t rationalize things in a calm manner. He could. Phantom squeezed his hands into fists with a deep breath, letting his nails dig into his palms. He could.

The show felt funny. And yeah sometimes things feel weird and dew and rain just have to give him a thumbs up to let him know it’ll be ok but this? This was entirely different. Swiss barely looked at anyone, hands shoved in his pockets while mountain and aurora kept him away from the rest of the pack. Dew and rain exchanged whispers with a concerned eye, and cirrus kept tempest by her side.

There were moderate attempts to keep phantom distracted, dew and rain stood by him talking about nothing, as if they didn’t want him to wander off. Cirrus made him go over the instrumentals in umbra with him as if she hadn’t mastered them before dew did. But Swiss was always no where to be found, constantly surrounded by mountain and aurora.

He didnt give him a kiss before they went on stage, didn’t even say good luck. Hell the group didn’t bother doing their little circle like they usually did and every second that passed before they stepped into the spotlight only made phantoms stomach sink more. Sure he could turn back at any time to see Swiss but not being able to talk, or even touch him made it worse.

In hindsight, phantom thinks he should’ve done more. He should’ve forced his way to Swiss’ side as soon as he noticed something was wrong. He should’ve grabbed his hand at bows so that no one could rip him away from him he should’ve known he should’ve done something-

Phantoms phone buzzes beside him, momentarily shaking him from his spiral. It’s cirrus, just asking if he wants them to bring him back food from their midnight run. Something in him shrivels knowing they assumed he wouldn’t want to come and didn’t invite him, even if the assumption was right. He doesn’t answer.

The air buzzes around him with a numbing loneliness. Phantom doesn’t think he’s spent a night truly alone since he was summoned. Sure sleeping alone in his room in the abbey but the other ghouls were right next to him if he needed, Swiss was right next door if he needed. Now he’s on a plane or in a van or fucking something probably scared and alone and phantom aches with the thought of it.

“His element is unstable bug” mountain grabbed phantom by the arm as Swiss got whisked off, “he’s not safe to be around, he needs to go home”

“What? Mount what do you mean he’s not safe I need to see him-“ phantom tugged again, desperation tugging at his voice. He didn’t want to panic but his chest felt tight the further Swiss got away from him. Swiss turned around giving him a sympathetic look before they rounded a corner.

“Aurora already tried phantom, he- she got hurt. He burned her look at her arm, he needs to go home”

“Aurora? You got fucking Aurora to help him and not me? I’m the quintessence ghoul why wouldn’t you just fucking let me-“

Phantom tore his arm away just for mountain to pull him in by the shoulders again, holding him tight against his chest as he squirmed. Rain and cirrus appeared by his side as mountain struggled to fully contain him. It’s a blurry memory, tears welling up as the two other ghouls faces came into view trying to calm him down.

It wasn’t fair. Sure it wouldn’t be fair if it was anyone else but phantom can’t help but to selfishly wish it was. His phone buzzed again, cirrus texting him that they were back and asking again if he was alright. He didn’t want to answer, even if he probably needed to to make sure they all knew he was alive at least. But the act of reaching for his phone felt like his bones were full of concrete. Luckily, or unluckily there was a knock at the door anyways.

Phantom sighed and debated even opening it, before relenting in order to avoid any problems. He heard the rustling of a plastic bag as rain came into view, holding it up like a peace offering, along with a blue icee that was probably bigger than his head. He smiled, snorted a bit at the ridiculousness but let rain in anyways.

“Brought you some snacks bug, didn’t you see you eat before the show” rain set the food down on the hotel desk, holding out the icee for phantom to take. Even if he couldn’t eat, this would supplement some calories.

“Don’t-“ phantom visibly cringed at the nickname. Everyone calls him it but Swiss came up with the name first, always being the one to use it most often. It just felt like salt in a fresh wound, “not right now”

Rain gave him a sad nod, sitting on the edge of the bed while phantom curled up by the pillows, holding his drink like it was going to leave him if he didn’t keep it close. He took small sips, waiting for rain to speak but silently hoping he wouldn’t.

“He should be back at the ministry by morning. We can call him when you wake up if you want” rain finally spoke after a couple minutes, keeping his focus aimed at his lap. He picked at a rip in his jeans before looking up to see if phantom would respond. “The others were going to do a group thing just to say they’ll miss him. But I assumed you’d want a personal call”

“Yeah, I’ll call him after they’re done” phantom gave a slow nod. They stared at each other for a second before phantom patted the spot next to him, inviting rain to lay properly instead of acting like he was going to run the second phantom didn’t want him there anymore.

Rain crawled up next to him, smiling with the knowledge phantom did appreciate the company, at least a little bit. Their knees touched, rain resting his head on phantoms shoulder as he held the straw up to him for him to take a sip.

“Swiss always gets red, I don’t know how he stands the cherry honestly. I hate it” phantom mumbled like he was simply trying to fill the space.

“Did he also make you kiss him when you were done so you could ‘make purple’” rain cocked an eyebrow at him. Phantom snorted, nodding, “oldest trick in the book. I think that’s the only reason he gets that damn flavor”

“He snuck me out of the ministry a couple weeks after I was summoned, said I needed a vacation. The vacation being a giant icee I could never finish and too many bags of chips, wanted me to try them”

“Aether wasn’t happy with him, I remember Swiss telling me he got a talking to about that one. Dumbass”

They both took a breath, dumb smiles on their faces as they took a couple sips before passing it back to the other. The tears on phantoms face finally felt dry for the first time in hours.

“I-“ phantom starts, biting his cheek before opening his mouth again like he hoped the words would fall out on their own, “I think I fell in love with him that day”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, he was trying to woo you for a while before that”

“He was?”

Rain laughed a little, sitting up,

“Oh phantom, I think he fell in love with you the second you stepped off the platform”

[herstarburststories]

The Cage (Joe Goldberg x Reader)

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader

Summary: Joe puts you in the cage after you've seen him in an incriminating situation. He comes back to check on you, and ends up facing a pleasurable situation: you, masturbating in the cage.

Warnings: masturbation, kidnapping, sexual thoughts, smut, unhealthy behavior. It's YOU, ya know what to expect.

A/N: My 1st YOU story! It had to be messed up smut. No specific season here.Please reblog and comment. Hope you guys like it!

You used to have a bird when you were younger.

A parrot. His bright colors seemed to speak under the sunlight when he landed next to you. His wing looked funny, what was later discovered to be broken. That small detail was the perfect excuse to convince you dad to keep the bird.

You named Jorge and took him home.

Jorge was so little, so helpless.

You never put him in a cage, even when your dad brought one because housebirds are meant to be caged, or so he said. — which wasn't much of a surprised. He thought the same about your mom or any housewives. Their cage was just different.

But, you didn't let him get his way. You stomped your feet and threw the prison away. Birds were supposed to be free.

Plus, you related to Jorge in that sense. Everyone, the whole planet seemed to believe that women should be put in cages, in boxes, in any place that could contain them, patronize them. Because the patriarchal cry babies thought that they were too savage, too emotional. A danger to society.

Those people never seem to notice that every single disaster was orchestrated by men's hands.

Colonization, religious intolerance, wars, pseudo prophets, and so it goes.

Anyway, you didn't let the tiny bird get caged, and asked him to promise to take you and fly you away if someone ever tried to do that to you.

It may seem childish, irrational even, but you can't help looking around and hoping Jorge would appear and save you from the cage.

Joe's cage.

Alright, yes. You had many feminist criticism towards how men attempted to force women into fitting their irralistic, many times porn guided caged vision of feminiality. But this wasn't what you mean by that!

Joe Goldberg had a fucking cage! And you were in there: trapped like a hopeless animal.

What did he plan to do with you? Were you going to die? How long would he leave you there without food or water? How were you going to do your basic needs? How would you survive this?

''How did I end up here?" you asked your reflection on the glass. ''You know how, idiot.''

You groaned, hitting the wall in frustration. It wasn't your fault, you knew it. The old cliché, wrong person at the wrong place during the wrong time, all the wrongs in the world wrapped in a pretty lace. Although, the guilty for not knowing better held you tight, it was like you couldn't even breathe.

You needed some relief.

Joe's POV

He sighed, unlocking the door with his free hand whilst holding your meal with the other one. Joe closed his eyes as the door opened with a loud noise, preparing himself to hear your scream and shout. He didn't want to do that! Not to you at least. Joe just wanted to take care of you, to make you see him how he saw you: entirely.

But really, what else could he have done? You saw him with blood on his shirt and a huge bag.

When the man didn't hear your voice, he opened her eyes and arched his eyebrows.

Maybe you understood why I had to do this, Y/N. Always knew you were different, my love.

Joe locked the door again and kept the keys in his pocket, taking the stairs to meet you.

Or, I could be wrong and you could've managed to get out of the cage and be just there, waiting to attack me. You're smart, I wouldn't put it past you.

The closer he gets, the quiet it sounds. The only music is the own stairs crackling under his steps.

But, you know me, Y/N. I'm a true hopeless romantic. What can I say? I still believe. I believe in us. And you'll too, baby.

And then, just like the first flicker of dawn, he heard the most beautiful song coming out of your mouth, a melody that could put Beethoven to shame.

Wait. Are you? Y/N, are you moaning?

He walked faster towards you until he saw a blissful scene unrolling right in front of his eyes: you, laying in the mattress that he put in there, your eyes shut and legs spread open.

Is this a little show you are putting out for me? Well, you got all my attention now, Y/N.

He placed the food on the floor, captivated by the look on your face. There was pleasure in every corner of the cage, your whiny moans increasing as you rubbed your clit.

This what happens when I leave you alone, Y/N?

Your other hands is also occupied, teasing your nipple and squeezing your boob as a finger enters your wet pussy. So needy, pace increasing at each second.

Fuck. You look so hot. I want to get in there, take care of you, touch you, make love to you.

Already used to living in delusion, Joe easily loses his mind in the fantasy: picturing himself in there with you, memorizing your body, fucking you open, hearing your moans directed to him, coming inside you.

You just needed a way to ease your racing mind. There were too many questions, too many deep high fears. Everything was too much in this small place. Similar to animals in cages that go crazy in attempts to get out there and run back to nature. You didn't want to go this far, not to touch you in here as it's a sort of motel and not a hostage situation. Still, masturbation was very proficient to blow off some esteem and get you thinking straight.

Extreme situations call for extrame measures.

Nonethless, you didn't expect to open your eyes to see Joe, also masturbating in front of you.

There's no denying that you that you used to find Joe attractive. Tall, strong jaw, pretty smile, gentle, and dark hair. You thought that this perspective had gone away once he knocked you out with some drug in napkin and you woke up here.

Apparently, it didn't. Not even when he left you there during hours because now he came back.

And he's glancing at you, his hand moving up and down on his erected length.

How long was he there?

Doesn't matter.

A moan escapes at the sight. His hard cock with precum on the tip, while he thrusts in his tight hold and glares at you like he could eat your soul.

You don't doubt that.

There's more than just excitement, there's horror and danger and woe and fear and anxiety laced together in burning red. You want to scream at him in both anger and need, but right now you add another finger to your core, fucking yourself as he tries to get his own liberation. Yearning, yearning.

When Joe howls your name, you can't help but to cum as you glance into his eyes with no shame, too caught up to do anything but to get turned on.

He comes right after you.

His twisted mind whispers that's the most romantic act.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow X Fem reader

Your past , My present, Our future Part 2 (Final)

(Part 1)

Description: after meeting your future child your mind is reeling, little do you know that there is another one watching from the shadows, and she isn’t alone.

Warnings: none cute Dadow fluff ahead

Note: so I know this story is going to leave a lot of questions to be answered don’t worry they will be in due time however I don’t mind answering them now so let me know, I will be posting the epilogue later this week hopefully which may or may not clear some things up.

The ebony hedgehog stood atop the tower her amber eyes scanning the area below.

She watched as her father spoke to her namesake below. something twisted in her heart, a feeling she couldn't quite place, not pain but not quite pride either. she watched as she spoke holding a surprising level of dignity and grace for her age. no wonder her father spoke so highly about her.

"OH MY GOSH!" a voice that unmistakably belonged to her mother called out distracting her from her thoughts.

a soft giggle escaped her lips even displaced in time she still found a way to bring her back to earth. "Thanks mom" she whispered.

"Maria! I need your help." a familiar voice behind her spoke making her jump.

"Gah! Silver what the hell, warn me! I could have attacked you just now!"

"Sorry, I'm just busy right now trying to keep time anomalies from happening"

"Yah I can see that." her eyes darting to her little now littler sister in Silver's hands,

"Hey! You look just like my sister RiRi" Nova said her voice full of excitement.

Maria smiled at the nickname her sister lovingly gave her, only she was allowed to call her that. "Yah, I get that a lot."

Her gaze returned to Silver "So How does it feel to be the older twin now?" She teased

"Please don't make this weird." Silver groaned

"I'm sorry, make this weird? Silver, You're holding your twin sister at age four in a timeless white void well before either of our conception. meanwhile you live in the past part-time, are on a first name basis with both our parent's, and you're dating a cat from another dimension, name one normal thing about any of this?"

"Hey! me and Blaze are just friends."

"That's not what she said." Maria pointed to Nova who was growing antsier by the second.

"What does she know anyway?"

"It's literally her jo-"

"Hey! Put me down!" Nova demanded waving her arms and kicking at the ivory hedgehog.

"Sorry Nova." Silver put her down on the floor between them.

"Now, what's this about you needing my help?"

"I need you to watch her for me, just until Sonic defeats the time eater and then we'll all go home."

"babysitting, really? How come you get all the cool missions?"

"Because, I'm not recognizable in the past , and you are."

"Yah, and how much longer do you have that excuse?"

"That doesn't matter right now. neither of you can be seen, unless you want to throw off the timeline"

Maria sighed her arguments once again being defeated. "What do you need to do anyway? get your butt kicked by Dad again?"

"No, by Sonic this time."

"Fine" she huffed "But you're doing my dishes for a week."

"What! seriously the future hangs in the balance right now and you're trying to wager chores."

"Hey, some people would ask for more, I personally think it's a generous offer."

"Maria stop pulling your brother’s leg, I'll watch her" the familiar voice of their father interrupted their spat.

"Papa!" Nova cried out excitedly running into his arms.

Shadow laughed as he picked the little hedgehog up and spun her around "Hello little one you've had quite the adveture today haven't you?"

the little girl beamed "just like you papa?"

"you could say that."

"can I come with you to work now!"

He smiled at her "I'll talk about it with your mother.” Shadow turned to his two other children “are you two alright?”

“Yah, I’ve been hiding here mostly, just watching” Maria responded

“I’m okay mostly busy trying to keep the timeline safe”

“Good, keep it up do you need any help”

“I’ve got it mostly covered so far you are the only ones from the future that could threaten the timeline well you guys and mom but she should be with past you right now”

“She’s not she went behind that wall over there after you left.” Maria corrected

Shadow nodded “Okay I’ll go check on her”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea with her? Nova's not exactly one for keeping secrets, especially as a child.”

"That's true I caught her just before she spilled the beans about Maria"

"Hey I didn't spill anything!"

"No, Nova it's an expression" Silver sounded exasperated.

"A what?"

Silver sighed "Never mind"

"She'll be fine, with all the running around she's been doing I'm sure she's due for a nap"

"But I'm not tired"

"Oh, you're not?" Shadow replied.

"Nope" the little hedgehog yawned betraying her own words

"Okay, well then sit still while I talk to these two okay little one."

She nodded in agreement laying her head on her father's chest

"Papa?"

"Yes dear?"

"How come mama's quills aren't white?"

The air grew thick as the three looked at each other unsure of what to say. at her age it was never explained, she couldn't have possibly understood. what those scientists did to you, and why. No, that was a story for another day.

It was so long before her birth she hadn't known her mother any other way. even for Silver it was strange to see you before it happened despite that being his only safety for not being discovered yet.

"She's trying something new today, don't you like it?" Shadow finally answered.

"I think mama looks pretty"

"Yah, she always looks pretty."

Nova smiled at him before closing her eyes beginning to nod off.

"Silver keep doing whatever you need to do to keep the timeline in check okay?”

“Yes sir”

“Do you need a boost? Before you go?” Maria asked.

“I should be okay for now maybe after I fight Sonic”

“Okay, you know where I am” Maria gave her brother a hug

“Stay safe son” Shadow hugged Silver making sure not to disturb the little one who was being to lightly snore

“Thanks Dad” and with that silver took off heading off into the void.

Maria and Shadow were silent for a moment watching as Silver disappeared from sight.

“Hey Dad.”

“Yah”

“Just how far in the future are you from?” Maria couldn’t help glancing at the young girl from the past.

“Far enough to know what you want to ask.” Shadow placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder “You’ll find your own way I promise.”

“Well that’s awfully cryptic.”

“You know how important the timeline is, knowing what happens could put your future at risk”

“I know, it’s just, why can’t I fight yet? I know everything there is to know, and there’s so much good I want to do why won’t you let me? I mean silver is out there fighting with you and he’s four years younger than me why can’t I?

“I’m sorry Maria but that conversation can only happen when you’re ready, and I’m afraid you’re not there yet.”

“When will I be then?”

“Soon, I promise.”

She huffed unsatisfied with the answer but understanding that she couldn’t pry for more. “You probably have to go check on mom now don’t you?”

“She can wait a few more minutes if you need.”

“Nah she seemed pretty freaked, it was kinda funny not gonna lie”

Shadow smiled at his young daughter admiring how much she was like you.

“Alright stay hidden and please, try not to create any explosions”

“Dad, please, look who you’re talking to”

Shadow sighed “just keep the damage to a minimum”

“You got it” Maria smiled before giving her dad a hug. “Love you”

“You too kiddo”

And just as quickly as he appeared her father vanished into the white void taking her sister with him. Maria returned to her place watching the action happening once again.

“Oh man, Pepper is never going to believe this”

❤️

You leaned against the wall your mind going a million miles a second with no stop in sight.

You were beginning to feel nauseous at the concoction of emotions swirling through you.

You were mortified at the scene that just took place scolding yourself for running into a situation before properly assessing it, at the same time you were still coming down from the sadness of your boyfriend not knowing your identity, not to mention the child you were apparently going to have showing up.

You had nothing against children, in fact you wanted children of your own someday, but you and Shadow hadn't even talked about it yet. the panic of her arrival had come with the side affect of an overwhelming wave of affection. after all your future with Shadow had all been conformed.

You loved him and wanted this future with him, but it was all happening so fast you couldn't catch your breath, literally you were beginning to hyperventilate.

You needed to calm down so you closed your eyes sat down and focused on your breathing unaware that you were being watched

❤️

As Shadow approached you he couldn’t help but think about the early stages of your relationship. He remembered the way you looked at him, the ways you broke down his walls like no one else could, the ways you would comfort him as he woke from a nightmare.

He looked at you and felt a comfort in knowing not much had changed in all these years however, he was reminded just how much other things changed as well.

Right now you were untouched, not knowing what the future would bring, you looked younger, of course you did this was before.

Four years and three months before to be exact.

If perfection could be achieved it no doubt would look like you. Seeing you like this once again made him smile. still, guilt lingered in the back of his mind.

Images of the past flashed through his mind. The worst year of his life, six months of searching only to find you too late, and six more months trying to undo the damage. Your quills were supposed to turn white with age now they would never change at all.

You claimed you didn’t mind that the outcome was a “best case scenario”. Still he knew that you had something taken from you. Something that he had wanted for you, something he knew you could never get back not for a long time at least.

You were still perfect of course, just in a different way. Despite the challenges you pulled through healing in ways he never thought possible. You moved past it, you remained in love with him and gave him children he owed you the world and more.

Little Nova cooed in his arms yet another reminder of why you were just so remarkabl

Shadow stood next to you as you sat on the floor working through your breathing technique, not wanting to startle you he spoke gently.

“Hey”

You looked up at the familiar voice it was defiantly Shadow, but he seemed more familiar with you. he hadn't aged, of course he didn't but he had an air about him that seemed more mature like he's learned more from the word than the last you saw him, and on top of that he was holding the little hoglet Silver had whisked away moments ago.

"umm hey, so sorry but I'm really confused right now a lot is happening and I'm not entirely sure what."

"It's okay Y/N I understand"

"Okay so before I start I just want to make sure, You know me right?"

Shadow smiled at you "Yes my love"

You heaved a sigh of relief "Okay good, so first off how are you dear"

"I'm doing fine, I'm here to check on you"

"Okay good, Second wow I'm just- I don't really know what to say right now. It's just a lot. I mean we have a kid? That's - wow."

"Are you disappointed?"

"What? Of course not! it's just, I don't know, Kids have always been this possibility to me, you know, they're just hypothetical things. I mean we haven't really talked about it, I don't know you're opinions on them are so there was a chance I wouldn't have them, but now, it's real and obviously you know we have one.”

“I was little worried at first, having something so small, but I also knew I wanted a family especially one with you.”

“Am I any good at it, the whole parenting thing?”

“You’re the best at it”

The tension you in your shoulder released as you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked up at Shadow a warm feeling spread through your heart seeing how he gently held your sleeping child in his arms.

“Should we be talking while she’s asleep”

“Oh, She’s fine she sleeps through anything. One time you were making dinner during her nap and all the pots and pans crashed out of the cabinets she didn’t even move”

“Oh that’s good”

“Yah, she’ll give you a run for your money when she’s awake though”

You giggled “you know, that’s a good look on you, you look happy.”

“I am” the two of you smiled at one another “do you want to hold her?”

“Is that allowed? I mean would that mess up the timeline at all? I don’t want Silver to be mad or anything.”

Shadow held back a snicker, you had no idea “don’t worry about Silver trust me, he won’t bother you”

“Oh, okay then.”

Shadow gently placed the little girl in your arms your heart swelling as she curled up against your chest a she called out a tiny “mama?” Instinctively you rubbed her back lulling her back to sleep surprising yourself in the process.

Getting a closer look at her you wondered how you didn’t immediately clock her as yours the two of you shared many features but the ones you found your favorite were the ones Shadow gave her. Her grey markings, the way her quills curled up she even snored like him.

“She’s so cute, how do I function?”

“Trust me you take a lot of pictures.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Shadow sat down next to you. As you turned to smile at him he noticed, after all these years you still smiled at him the same way you. All the trauma all the changes those people forced you through they couldn’t change the simple fact that you loved him, no matter what happened or how much time had passed you would always love him.

The two of you talked behind the wall passing the time as you waited for the action to be over.

“Shouldn’t you be helping yourself with your dad?” You asked at one point

“Trust me, this is much more important”

After a couple hours you noticed something, Nova’s foot was slowly becoming transparent panic flooded through you as you tried to stop it realizing you were beginning to disappear too.

“Don’t worry, this is just how you go home you’ll be okay I promise.”

“Okay and how about her?”

“She’ll wake up in the same place she disappeared she’ll be safe”

You nodded “any advice for the future?”

He took your face in his hands taking memorizing your features one last time. “ Just remember that I’ll always love you no matter what”

“I love you too”

Shadow leaned in and kissed you this wasn’t his last kiss with you, not by a mile but it still felt like a goodbye. You were taken so suddenly and by the time he saw you again the damage had been done. He knew he couldn’t warn you about it, but he could use this kiss as an apology, as reassurance that everything would turn out okay.

As you faded from his view he smiled, knowing that despite what happened the two of you had a bright future ahead.

❤️

You woke up in a lush green field your picnic basket neatly laid next to you, the path ahead clear. Checking the time on your phone you noticed that no time had passed since you entered the void, even so you were still late for your picnic date.

Grabbing your basket you rushed off to your usual meeting place knowing you had one hell of an excuse.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

“That’s alright, I’m still setting up.”

“The blanket? Love, all you have to do is lay it on the floor.”

“I know I was just making sure I had a good vantage point in case anything comes to attack us.”

“Aw love, I appreciate your vigilance but I sincerely doubt someone is going to attack us in a wide open field in the middle of the day.”

“You never know when someone is going to strike I just want to be prepared.”

You kissed him between his ears handing him his sandwich “never change darling”

You sat beside him taking your lunch out as well.

“So Nova’s pretty cute isn’t she”

Shadow froze looking at you in shock.

“When did you-”

“Just now. So you knew this whole time?!”

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Please, like you would have believed me.”

“I might have”

Shadow gave you one of his looks that showed complete doubt.

“Oh you” you jumped on him pushing him to the ground your lips colliding as Shadow wrapped his hand around your waist. You giggled against his lips continuing as the two of you parted continuing your picnic on the beautiful spring afternoon steps away from your first meeting.

❤️

Three years prior

Shadow sat beneath the tree watching the festivities below. He had no idea why he let Rouge convince him to come. They were all the same full of people making pointless small talk about nothing.

Sure there were people he tolerated but they were always busy talking to the ones he couldn’t stand.

Shadow skulked checking the time waiting for the hour mark when Rouge said it was an acceptable time to leave. Only five minutes left and they couldn’t come soon enough.

“Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here?” A sweet voice called out.

Looking up he saw a familiar figure, he tried looking for you after the time eater incident to no avail, years passed and he didn’t have the time to search, the world needed saving and he was the only competent enough to do it properly.

“I suppose” he responded

“Thank you, don’t get me wrong I love parties but they get way too loud.”

Shadow scoffed “Yah that’s Sonic for you, always has to throw the biggest parties.”

You giggled “Yah, he’s sweet and all but he definitely needs to come with a warning sign.”

Shadow found himself laughing at your comment.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?”

“I just moved here Amy invited me, quite a colorful cast of characters around here.”

“Yah, almost too colorful”

You giggled at his comment bringing a warmth to his face he was unfamiliar with.

“I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Shadow, Shadow the Hedgehog.”

“Nice to meet you Shadow”

[thezombieprostitute]

Royal Mess: Almost Perfect

Summary: Jonathan Pine has had a perfect career, except for you, a maid whose klutzy nature makes things more difficult.

A/N: Reader is plus sized and female. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Injury, Work stress. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part of the Royal Vows AU.

Jonathan had been a butler in the service of King Rogers for almost his entire career. He'd gotten the role after serving alongside Prince Ari during his required military service. He'd impressed the Prince so much that, when Jonathan asked for employment at the palace, it was immediately granted. Since that time, he worked his way up to becoming the greatest butler in multiple kingdoms, if the royal guests were to be believed.

He's appreciated by the royals he serves and even the staff he employs. He's never been too good to roll up his sleeves and help out where needed. He pays attention to the staff and their needs and is often generous with praise. Work at the palace pays very well and Jonathan knows how to motivate employees to do their best.

But right now his face is in his hand as he tries to keep calm about the broken 100 year old vase on his desk. You'd cleaned up the mess but brought him the pieces in the hopes he knew some way it could be repaired. It probably could, but that was beside the point.

"This is the third item this month," he states in a tone that makes your face drop in embarrassment. "At the very least, I can say that's an improvement from the last month. I think keeping you out of the Garden and Ground floors has worked well."

"Thank you, Mr. Pine," you mumble, not trusting yourself to say more.

"What happened this time?"

"I was vacuuming the guest suite, as you ordered. Getting it nice and clean for the Princess of Carga. I...I tripped over the vacuum cord and reached out to catch my fall but...I...I ended up grabbing the cloth the vase was on."

Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes as you recall. You really didn't mean to break anything. You never do. It's been your one saving grace with Mr. Pine. He knows you're not malicious and that you really need the work. Some items can be repaired but always at a cost you can't afford.

He sighs heavily, "are you certain there is no other employment available to you?"

The tears start pouring. "I promise, Mr. Pine, I promise I've looked. But no one else can pay enough for me and my mother unless I spend years either going to school or building a skill with an apprenticeship."

"But that would be years without a steady income," he nods in understanding. "Well, as I said, only three priceless items broken in a month is an improvement." You shrink further into yourself at the reminder of how precious the items you've broken are. "And you are very diligent in your work, not everyone is so dedicated to getting every nook and cranny. So do not worry about your employment at this time."

You let out a sob of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Pine. I promise to keep improving."

He gives a curt nod. "Just please remember to treat every item in the palace as if it were as fragile as a butterfly wing?"

"Oh, that's a good way to think about it, Sir. Each piece is so beautiful but so fragile. I promise I'll get that to work!"

He simply nods again and gestures for you to leave. Thankfully he doesn't comment when you almost trip over your own feet.

It's all hands on deck for the Princess's arrival. Jonathan has been working overtime to make sure the Royal Family doesn't have to worry about any of it. Every member of his staff has their part to play and he's on alert for things going wrong. While it may not be humanly possible to achieve perfection, he will get it as close as he can.

Knowing you don't do well in fast paced, high stress environments Jonathan assigned you to the rooms where the Princess's servants would be staying. You were part of the team helping them settle in and showing them where things are.

The team lead, Arne, was not a fan. He's repeatedly told Mr. Pine that he should fire you and seemed to go out of his way to remind you of everything you've ever broken. When you found out he was leading the team, you gulped and made yourself as small as possible.

When the Princess and her ensemble arrive, Arne directs your team to the servants' entrance where you stand in a line and wait for a box to carry inside.

Your heart drops when Arne hands you one of the bigger boxes with a huff. You almost drop it immediately because of how heavy it is.

"Careful!" he yells as you struggle. "And hurry up. Gotta make sure everyone does their share of the work."

"Yes, Sir," you mumble, finally getting a firm grip on the box.

Trying to hurry without rushing only adds to the difficulty of the task. If you rush, you're more likely to make a mistake but if you're too slow, Arne will yell and make more trouble for Mr. Pine.

You're so focused on your task you forget about the small threshold between the top of the stairs and guest rooms. As you feel yourself start to fall you know you can't drop this box! Not just for the Princess but for Mr. Pine as well! You can't embarrass him!

You're not sure how you manage it but you twist yourself so that the heavy box lands on top of you instead of the other way around. You get the wind knocked out of you but you didn't hear anything break! Well, at least not from the box. You're definitely going to be bruised from this. But you don't let that damper your mood. You saved it!

"Keep it moving!" Arne yells from the bottom of the stairs. "Ain't paying you to rest your fat ass!"

Getting up you try to respond but you breathing is still not easy so you focus on getting the box moved. It's much more of a struggle than before but you're determined.

"Here, let me help," Max, one of your team members steps up. "That had to hurt. Maybe you should sit?"

"No rest!" Arne barks, now at the top of the stairs. "If she can't keep up, she shouldn't be here. Besides, she's got plenty of cushion to pad her fall."

"Sir, it landed on top of her!"

"Well it's about time she learned how to not break anything important."

Trying to ignore the argument you try to get back to work carrying the heavy box. Your lungs are on fire and your vision is getting blurry but you're determined to prove yourself. To not embarrass Mr. Pine. To do your part.

As soon as the box is in place you work your way back down to the truck. Max walks with you, continually asking if you're ok. When Arne tries to give you another of the big, heavy boxes, Max grabs it for you.

"Please, sir, I really think she needs to rest," he implores.

"If she needs a rest after tripping over her own feet, she should be docked her pay!"

"That's not for you to decide," you hear Mr. Pine say. All three of you look to his direction. "Today is supposed to go perfectly but I'm already getting wind of complaints from Her Majesty's staff, concerned about the working conditions of the King's staff."

He pointedly looks at Arne who turns red in the face. "There were concerns about a hurt servant being forced to continue working under threat of losing employment. Which is strange to me because, last I checked, I'm the one who makes those decisions. And I have not threatened anyone. Yet."

"She's not able to carry the damn thing, so why should she be here?"

"Mr. Pine, if I may?" Max approaches. Mr. Pine gives a nod and he continues. "She was given a box that was recommended for two people to carry for safety's sake. She got it up there on her own, after tripping in such a way that the thing landed on her. I think she's earned some rest, if not a visit to the hospital."

Mr. Pine looks to you and finally notices your breathing is off and you look faint. He rushes over to you and starts making mental note of symptoms.

"You will sit," he orders you, walking you over to one of the lawn chairs.

"Please, Mr. Pine," you say between gasps. "I can still work. Don't want to ruin today."

"You have done nothing wrong," he asserts. "If anything--"

His words are cut off as you blackout.

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Making Predictions About Suo

Suo is one of the most mysterious and complex characters, and I want to make some predictions about him. I’m aware that most of you already know what I’m about to cover but I need to spell out the evidence here to make my arguments. So let's get right into it:

Warning: minor manga spoilers ahead

GOING OVER THE EVIDENCE

1. Nobody knows about Suo’s past.

Not even Umemiya, who is basically the ears of Bofurin.

That's a big deal. Not only is he a mystery to us, but he's a mystery to everyone in the story. Nirei has no real data on him. Hiragi says he heard his name a lot but went to a different school. Which also begs the question, why did he come to Makochi?

2. Suo talks about his master and his style fondly.

After he has a fight with man-bun guy, Nirei asks him about his fighting style and Suo says this:

Notice the way he talks about his master. It seems rather fond. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't seize. He seems uncomfortable talking about himself, but he's still willing to share. If Suo has any angst it doesn't seem to be related to his master and style. So what is Suo's source of angst and who is this master of his?

3. Suo has a “diet” where he never eats with anyone.

In a show were eating with other people is a big deal, he repeatedly refuses to eat food with other people. There is zero chance this is a quirk or an actual diet. He doesn't even eat during a leadership summit, where it's sort of disrespectful to refuse.

4. Suo is almost certainly hiding arm tattoos.

We NEVER see Suo in short sleeves. Even in the merch and advertisements. He never shows his bare arms.

And in the beach episode, he seems to avoid taking off his clothes to swim, and doesn't even want to risk getting wet. Probably out of fear of water making his rash guard see through. (Also why does he wear a long sleeve rash guard if he has no intention of swimming.)

5. He’s going to fight Sakura at some point.

This is not a fact per-se, but it's been hinted. Sakura is already thinking about ways to get Suo to fight him seriously.

Suo and Sakura have this strange rivalry were Suo has already conceded defeat. There's this strange tension between them. They're basically opposites. A man with nothing to hide verse a man with everything to hide. And the only way its going to be resolved is by "talking" through fighting.

Recap

Nobody knows about Suo’s past.

Suo talks about his master and his style fondly. 

Suo has a “diet” where he never eats with anyone.

Suo is almost certainly hiding a tattoo. 

It’s been hinted that he’s going to fight Sakura seriously. 

Using these established facts we can start to make some deductions and predictions about his story arc.

DEDUCTIONS/PREDICTIONS

Questions: 4a- Why would Suo hide/be ashamed of a tattoo?  3a- Why isn’t he eating?

Answer: He’s ashamed. He doesn’t eat for the same reason child Umemiya wouldn’t eat. He hates himself and the tattoo he's hiding has something to do with it. He’s so guilty he can’t even eat. So chances are Suo was a scumbag in the past. The only people in the scope of this story who do super evil things are evil gangs, which is likely where the tattoo comes from.

Questions: 4b- How can Suo be friendly/good if he was in an evil gang? 2b- How can Suo have a nice master if he was in an evil gang? 1b- Why does Suo even go to Furin in the first place if he’s not from around there?

Answer: His eye. Suo lost his eye somehow and that turned him into an angry resentful person who fell into the wrong crowd. We see this in the KEEL arc where he temporarily regressed back into his revenge obsessed "eye-for-an-eye" mindset.

But eventually Suo must have had a crisis of conscience, and Suo was likely redeemed by his sensei somehow. His sensei was a positive infulence in his life and may even be the reason he turned into a sinophile. His sensei made Suo into the friendly person he is today. In fact, he may have been the one to suggest going to Bofurin as a way to make friends and “further his training.”

Question: 5c- How are Sukura and Suo going to fight if they are close friends?

Answer: Suo is going to be blackmailed into leaving Bofurin. Sakura is going to fight him to stay but ultimately lose.

Or more generally, Suo is going to do something Sakura completely disagrees with. And it will almost certainly be about his old gang. I don’t see Suo becoming a real villain, so he’s most likely going to be blackmailed. Suo will see this as a rational self sacrifice (which is on theme with the KEEL and Gravel story arcs). Sakura will challenge Suo to a fight on the condition that if he wins Suo will stay, but Sakura will lose. Sugishita will replace him as the third party member and this will force Sugi to grow, which is the first new plot element introduced after the Noroshi war.

WHAT TO EXPECT

Given these deductions we can guess a SUPER VAGUE order of events. These are all vague predictions. Some of it could be false, but I’m 80% sure that 80% of this will be true:

>Suo will leave suddenly after his old gang blackmails him to return. >Sakura will fight to stop him but lose. >Class 1-1 will form a task force to find Suo. (This could take many chapters resulting in Sugishita taking his place.) >Class 1-1 will eventually find Suo at the evil gang base. >Sakura and Suo will have a rematch where he comes home. > The gang will declare war on Bofurin/Makochi unless they surrender Suo. (This could even lead to another Extinction war.)

But theses are just my guesses. Ultimately, I have no idea where Nii-sensei is going to take the story. But the evidence seems to point in this self-deprecating direction...

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BRF Reading - 7th of May, 2025

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 7th of May, 2025

Question: Is King Charles going to do anything about Harry?

(I thought I'd give The King a chance to take action first before I jumped to Prince William:)

Interpretation: I'm not getting any energy of action from the cards. Plans, yes; action, no.

Card One: The Hermit

This is Harry's card, as The Hermit is the card for Virgo, and Harry is a sun sign Virgo. This confirms that Harry, and the issue of Harry, is on The King's mind.

The Hermit as a card is about going within, introspection, searching for the truth. I think that The King is giving this matter a great deal of thought. I feel that it is worrying him and nagging at him - he feels like he should possibly do something, but he is not sure what that something is.

I'm getting a great energy of exhaustion from this card. The energy is of someone who is old and tired and who really does not want to deal with this matter. I believe that is The King's energy - he is old and tired and feeling it and he does not have the energy to deal with Harry (see also the underlying energy below). The card itself is grey and wintry and cold, and that is how this energy feels - old, tired, worn out, and just wanting to rest without having to deal with anything disruptive or dramatic - wanting the quiet peace of the Hermit's life rather than having to deal with the tension and drama of interacting with other people, especially his second son.

Card Two: The Queen of Swords

The Queen of Swords is the person with a plan. She can represent an air sign, particularly a Libra, or the card can represent in general someone who cuts to the truth of things, someone who is objective, principled, and fair/just. She makes decisions based on facts, not emotions, and that is the message from this card - to look at facts and make a decision based on them, to not let emotions cloud your judgement. She also says to make the decision yourself - you can ask others for advice, but the final decision should be yours alone.

The warning against emotions, especially things like compassion and empathy, comes through strongly here - the need for an unbiased, independent decision. It may be unconventional, but it should be based on facts and not feelings.

I feel like a plan has already been devised, one that cuts Harry out of the BRF like the cancer that he currently is, and that The King doesn't want to do that because he doesn't want to hurt Harry in that way. Swords are the suit of thoughts and mental things, so Harry may be weaponising his mental health or The King may be worried that if he does this it could tip Harry over the edge. Swords can also represent professionals and professional advisors, especially legal and medical ones. I am getting quite a strong feeling/sense that The King has a plan before him for dealing with Harry that has been developed in consultation with professionals, and The King is too compassionate and empathetic towards Harry to put it into action. I am hearing the words 'I can't do that to him' and 'I know how he feels'. I'm not getting any sense that the plan will be acted upon, only that it is there, waiting (this may change in the future).

Card Three: The Three of Pentacles, Reversed

The Three of Pentacles is the card of working together as a team to build something bigger than yourself. It is a card of collaboration and shared goals. In the reverse, this is not happening. There is no teamwork, and instead we have apathy, a lack of motivation, and even ego conflicts and competition.

The energy I am getting from this card is of a house divided against itself. I think that there are several members of the BRF who thoroughly approve of the plans that have been laid out to deal with Harry, and they would very much like The King to get on with it and implement those plans. The King does not want to do this. There is a distinct lack of motivation to do anything to deal with Harry apart from sitting and worrying over him. I'm also getting a feeling of arguments and conflict about this - various family members urging The King to deal with Harry and The King refusing to do so, possibly saying that he needs more time to consider or that Harry is too fragile to act action against him etc. There is an energy of sharp edged conflict coming from this card as well as a very strong desire to do nothing about the situation at all, (coupled with a vague hope that Harry will come to his senses and everything will work out alright in the end).

Underlying Energy: The Ten of Cups

This is the happy family card, the fairytale ending, everyone working and living together in peace and harmony, emotional stability, and nothing occurring to ruffle or upset that domestic harmony.

This is what King Charles wants. He wants all his family around him (including Harry), living happy and content lives, with no arguments or back stabbing or nasty PR articles or betrayals etc. This is his vision of how his life should be, and this is what he is trying to achieve. It is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to take action against Harry, as that would mean that this dream could never be fulfilled, and he definitely wants it to be fulfilled ('Don't make my last years a misery').

Conclusion:

There is no indication in the cards of The King taking any action against Harry. He is thinking about it, but really he does not want to do it. There is a plan that has been prepared for dealing with Harry, but The King does not want to implement it. This is partly because he is following his feelings and being compassionate and sympathetic instead of looking at facts and doing what has to be done, and partly because he still hope that he can have all his family around him, living in harmony and supporting him, in his final years. I think that he does realise, more or less, that this is not going to happen, but I also feel that he is not ready to give up on his dream just yet.

The King's reluctance to deal with Harry is dividing the family. Several family members would very much like to see action taken against Harry, and they are pushing for this in their own ways, and The King is resisting it and wishing that everyone would just leave him alone in peace and stop harassing him about it (I feel that The King perceives any attempt to get him to deal with Harry or to talk about the Harry situation as harassment, whether they are this in truth or not).

Edit: Note that we still could get action from The King in the future. He could wake up one day and feel something along the lines of 'stuff this, I'm tired of Harry disrupting my peace, let's settle this once and for all' (my words not his). I'm not saying that he will do this, but the potential is always there for his patience and tolerance to snap and then for action to take place.

Edited for typos.

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The Dragon's Niece

Chapter 17 - The Dragon's vengeance

Warnings: medival sexism, forced marriage, uncle-niece incest

Masterlist

Two Days Earlier — The Council Chamber, Red Keep.

The council chamber was unusually quiet, as if the air itself was holding its breath. The aftermath of the annulment hung heavily over the room, weighing on the minds of the men present. Viserys sat at the head of the table, his weary eyes staring into the flames that flickered in the hearth. The firelight danced across his face, casting long shadows over the king's features. He looked both defeated and resolute, a king who had made a hard decision, but one whose conscience still gnawed at him.

Beside him, Otto Hightower stood stiffly, his hands clasped behind his back. His usual composure had cracked, his brow furrowed in deep thought, his eyes shifting as he regarded the other men in the room. Gwayne stood a few steps away, his posture rigid, face unreadable.

Lord Strong was the first to speak, his voice calm but probing. "The annulment is done, Your Grace. The Faith has given its judgment. Princess Maeliora is no longer wed to Ser Gwayne."

Viserys's gaze flickered to Otto, who seemed to bristle at the question. The king could feel the weight of his advisor's unspoken pressure. Gwayne shifted slightly, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table.

"I did what I had to do," Viserys said quietly, his voice laced with both resolve and sorrow. "The truth came to light. The marriage was never truly consummated."

A pause. Gwayne stepped forward, his voice low and tight with restrained anger. "My honor has been stripped from me, Your Grace. My name has been dragged through whispers and scandal. House Hightower made this match in good faith, and yet I was not consulted in this decision."

"You speak of honor, Ser Gwayne," Viserys said evenly, "but there was nothing honorable about binding her in a farcical marriage. You should have acted in time. Now, you have no one to blame but yourself."

Gwayne's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. "So now she is free. Free to marry Daemon, perhaps? Forgive me, Your Grace... But is this what you want? "

"No," Viserys replied, his voice firm, "Daemon took her. He stole her away, and I cannot deny the truth of that. But I’ve put an end to a farce. It was demanded by both law and faith."

Otto stepped forward now, his tone sharp. "Your Grace, with all due respect, you have acted hastily. An annulment of this nature, publicly acknowledged by the Faith, is a scandal that will reverberate across the realm. It tarnishes both House Targaryen and House Hightower. The nobility will not look kindly upon it."

Viserys met Otto's gaze, his eyes full of an emotion that was hard to define — regret, frustration, maybe even fear. "You were the one who advised me to marry her off to Gwayne in the first place," the king said, his voice cold. "You insisted it was best for the realm. I see now it was best for your ambitions."

Otto's lips pressed into a thin line, and for the first time, his mask of politeness slipped slightly. "I did what I thought was best for the realm. And now you've undone it all. With this annulment, you've torn down the foundation of peace that we had so carefully built."

"I tore down nothing," Viserys snapped. "Peace built on lies is no peace at all."

The silence that followed was thick. Gwayne looked as if he might say something, but instead, he took a step back, his gaze hard and unwavering. It was clear he didn't share Viserys's vision of what was best.

Lord Strong, who had remained silent until now, cleared his throat. "It was the right choice, Your Grace. There is something to be said for truth. The annulment may have been the right thing for your daughter. For House Targaryen, as well. But there is no doubt that it will echo. However we will be prepared to defeat any kind of trouble as long as we stay on the right path."

Viserys's shoulders sagged. "I know. And I fear the consequences. But I could not continue the charade. Not for Gwayne, not for Otto, and not for the realm." He turned to Otto, his voice a little softer now. "I trusted you. I trusted your advice, and I trusted your judgment when you insisted on this marriage. But now... I must make my own decisions. The truth cannot be ignored."

The tension in the room lingered like smoke, thick and suffocating. None of them spoke for a long while, the silence echoing louder than words. The king had made his decision, and his decision was final.

Present Day — The Council Chamber.

The council chamber was abuzz with murmurs as courtiers and officials filed into the room. The air was thick with the usual tension. The doors slammed open, and Ser Harrold strode in, holding a scroll tightly in his hands. The usual whispers fell silent as the room focused on him.

Harrold paused before the throne, giving Viserys a look that spoke volumes: bad news.

"Your Grace," he said, bowing low, "I bring news from Dragonstone."

Viserys's face had been pale, but now it grew even grayer. He leaned forward slightly, bracing himself for whatever Harrold would say.

"Speak," the king commanded, his voice a thin thread of tension.

"Prince Daemon has wed Princess Maeliora," Harrold said flatly, unrolling the scroll in his hands. "And has formally legitimized Prince Daeron as his son and heir."

The chamber was dead silent. Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

Otto stepped forward immediately. "Wed? Already? With the ink on the annulment barely dry?"

"Yes, My Lord," Harrold replied, nodding grimly. "The ceremony took place at Dragonstone this morning. In the presence of several witnesses, including some of the nobility loyal to House Targaryen."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The news was a thunderclap, reverberating through every stone of the Red Keep.

Viserys remained still, his face unreadable, but his hands clenched at the armrests of his throne. Otto, on the other hand, couldn't contain his fury. He stood, face flushed with anger.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, But this is outrageous," Otto said, his voice low but seething with venom. "Daemon has spat on the laws of gods and men. He kidnapped the princess and her son. His actions were an affront to the crown and to the realm. And now, he is rewarded with marriage to the woman he stole. Rewarded with the very thing he wanted all along."

Viserys exhaled, a pained sound. "I could not control what Daemon did. He acted on his own."

"And what did that do, Your Grace?" Otto's eyes were wild now, darting around the room. "Did he face punishment? Did he pay for the crimes he committed? No. He is now your son-in-law. He has crossed every line, and instead of holding him accountable, you've given him a crown."

Gwayne Hightower, standing rigid behind his father, could no longer remain silent. His voice was thick with disgust. "Is this what justice looks like? My wife, was kidnapped by this man, and now... Now she is wed to him. What punishment has he faced? Nothing."

The weight of Gwayne's words hung in the room, thick as smoke. He stared at Viserys, expecting a defense, but none came.

Otto's gaze didn't leave the king. "This is a catastrophe, Your Grace. A direct insult to the throne. Daemon has taken what he wants through force, and now he walks away with his prize."

"What would you have me do?" Viserys shouted. "What was I supposed to do, Otto? Tell me! Start a war? Throw the realm into chaos after years of peace, over a family matter? Is that what you’re suggesting? You, of all people, who always preached peace and harmony. And now you tell me I should declare war on my own brother, when he holds my daughter and grandson in his grasp?"

Silence followed. Gwayne looked down. Otto's eyes burned, but he said nothing more.

Lord Strong broke the silence. "It is done now, Your Grace. The Faith has recognized the union, there’s no undoing it. And knowing Prince Daemon, he will surely consummate the marriage. At this point, there’s nothing more to be done." He continued, "But legitimizing Prince Daeron was a wise move, as it will silence the whispers about his true parentage and preserve the Princess's honor."

"And of course, there is no honor in war, Your Grace," said Lord Beesbury. "It may be difficult, but all we can do now is accept the marriage and move forward. Truth be told, I believe both the union and the legitimization have served the Princess and her son well."

Viserys turned toward the hearth. He had known this day would come. Daemon would take Maeliora for himself, and now, the world knew it.

The king's eyes flickered to Otto for a moment before returning to the flames in the hearth.

A tense silence settled over the room. Otto's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He did not speak any more, but his displeasure was clear. Gwayne, though still angry, said nothing, as if the sting of his loss had taken away his voice.

Viserys remained silent, staring into the flames. He did not respond, and the silence in the room was heavy with the weight of the king's indecision.

Dragonstone.

The morning sun streamed through the tall, narrow windows of Dragonstone, softening the harsh edges of the stone walls with its golden light. A gentle breeze from the sea stirred the sheer curtains, and the scent of salted air mingled with the aroma of honeyed bread, figs, and smoked fish on the table.

Maeliora sat at the head of the table, quietly slicing fruit onto Daeron’s plate while the boy swung his legs from his seat, humming a tuneless melody under his breath. Across from them, Daemon leaned back in his chair, cradling a cup of wine though the hour was still early. His eyes lingered on the boy, then flicked up to Maeliora.

“You’ve grown quiet this morning, sweetling,” he said, voice low and almost amused. “Plotting something while I’m off playing lord of the castle?”

Maeliora glanced at him, arching a brow. “Plotting peace, perhaps. I was going to go for a walk with Lyra later, some air would do me good.”

Daemon smirked and nodded approvingly. “Take the longer path by the cliffs. The wind’s clearer there.” He reached for a plum, his rings catching the light. “I’ve duties to see to, boring things. Grain inventories, the harbor masters, ravens. Apparently Dragonstone doesn’t run on blood and fire alone.”

“And after?” she asked, voice soft, a faint smile playing at her lips.

Daemon leaned forward, a new spark in his eye. “After, I thought I’d take Daeron to the training yard. The lad needs sharper footwork.”

Daeron’s eyes lit up. “Truly? You’ll teach me the dragon turn again?”

“The dragon turn,” Daemon said, chuckling, “and maybe the wolf’s bite too, if you don’t lose your footing like last time.”

“I won’t!” Daeron said quickly, puffing his chest. “I’ve been practicing with the wooden sword you gave me, father!”

Maeliora laughed under her breath, reaching to brush a curl from Daeron’s brow. “You’re becoming quite the swordsman, my love. Perhaps you’ll beat your father one day.”

Daemon gave a mock scowl. “Treasonous talk at my own table.”

She rolled her eyes, but her expression was fond.

Daemon set down his cup and reached for a piece of bread, his tone growing more sardonic. “My brother’s probably already choking on his breakfast, hearing of our union. I imagine Otto turned the color of sour milk. And that fool son of his — Gwayne, probably broke something in a fit of righteous indignation. Serves them right, the self-righteous Hightower cunts.”

“Uncle,” Maeliora hissed, shooting him a look and tipping her head toward Daeron. “Please, not in front of—”

“He doesn’t mind,” Daemon cut in with a grin, gesturing toward the boy. “Our son knows well enough who the villains are, don’t you, little dragon?”

Daeron lifted his chin. “The Hightowers are liars and snakes. They wanted to keep us away from you. I hate them.”

Maeliora froze, her knife pausing mid-cut. Her gaze shifted to her son, wide-eyed, and then to Daemon, a flash of alarm behind her calm. “Daeron…”

Daemon only smirked as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “See? He’s got good sense. Knows whose blood runs through his veins.”

The moment hung for a beat, Maeliora looking between them, unsure whether to scold or remain silent. Then Daeron grinned and stood, wiping his hands on a napkin.

“Father, can we go to the library first?” he asked, turning to Daemon. “I want to find the book about the knight with the silver sword.”

Daemon rose from his chair, already reaching for his cloak. “A fine choice. Come, my brave squire.”

Father and son turned to Maeliora. Daeron ran around the table and kissed her cheek with a sticky mouth. “Bye, Muna!”

Daemon followed suit, bending to brush his lips against hers with less mischief than usual. “Try not to miss us too much, my sweet.”

Maeliora watched them go. Daeron’s small hand tucked confidently into Daemon’s and the door shut softly behind them, leaving only the quiet rustle of the sea wind behind.

“Princess,” Lyra said softly, voice barely above a whisper, “are you certain you want to do this?”

A long silence followed.

Maeliora blinked slowly. Her face was calm, too calm, but her eyes gave away her inner thoughts and feelings.

“Did you think I would forgive him so easily?” Her voice had a bitter edge. “That I would forget what he did… and reward him with another child?”

Lyra shifted uneasily. “B-but... He is your husband now.”

Maeliora’s lip twitched, her eyes full of fury and vengeance. “Not by my will. By force.”

She turned then, meeting Lyra’s gaze. Her expression was steady, as if the fury beneath it had calcified into resolve.

“I may be tied to him for the rest of my life. I may sleep beside him, wear his name, his chains, burn in his fire, bear his marks on my skin… but I will not give him what he wants most. Not again. Not so easily.”

Her fingers curled over her belly, protective and cold.

“I carried Daeron alone. He wasn’t there. I will not give him another child. A legacy he can shape from the start.” She looked away. “He forced me into this marriage, but he doesn’t get to choose everything.”

Lyra took a breath, worry creasing her brow. “He will be angry if he finds out.”

“I know.” Maeliora’s voice softened then, not with fear, but with care. “That’s why you’ll say it isn’t for me. If anyone asks, say it’s for another maid. One who had a mistake and wishes to hide it. Say nothing more.”

Lyra hesitated. “He’ll see through that.”

“He won't,” Maeliora said. “Bring the tea, Lyra.”

There was a long pause before Lyra nodded.

“Yes, princess,” Lyra nodded slowly, voice thick with fear and worry. “I’ll bring it today, when Prince Daemon takes the little prince for training."

When she left, the door closed with a soft click, leaving Maeliora alone with the fire and the weight of her choices.

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End Notes: What do you think, will Daemon find out? And if he does… what happens next? Can’t wait to hear your thoughts! 😉💖

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