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Ours Together pt 3
Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Word Count: 8k
Notes: Agatha All Along Spoilers, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, intimacy bordering on smut but no actual smut, happy ending, everyone survives
Summary: Things get rocky between the coven as they work to get through the rest of trials and off of the road. It begins to feel like Agatha, Rio, and their fallen angel versus the rest of the witches.
An: Took me awhile to write this one, but it is longer than the other parts. This is the final chapter of Ours Together, so I hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to like, reply, reblog, and slide into my inbox with any questions about this fic. Thank you for reaading đ«¶.
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You were trying to find a way to be ok with leaving Agatha behind. The argument that the road wasnât real, wasnât working anymore. Not when you could remember the feeling of your wings being severed.
âLooks like the next trial is up ahead.â
A cabin. Itâs disarming enough, but you knew better. A glamorous home, and the gates of heaven were both omens on this trail.
âLetâs get this over with,â you mumble entering the wooden structure.
You were uninterested in what was to transpire until you came to the understanding that this was Agathaâs trial. That information made you focus more on quickly executing the task.
Learning that you had to Ouija was disappointing. Due to your previous affiliation you were not allowed to touch the boards. If an angel were too touch a Ouija board there was a chance that their soul would get lost with the others.
So you watched on edge as the others did the board. You couldnât help, but laugh a little when Agatha pretended to be possessed. You even laughed a bit when board said that Death was here with you. However your laughter completely stopped when it kept spelling out punish Agatha.
When she let go of the board you knew it was going to be all bad. The witches in the coven turned on her pretty quickly.
âItâs clear what we have to do, punish Agatha.â
âTry again because youâre not touching her,â you kept your voice low and calm.
You could feel their eyes on you.
âY/n itâs what the trial wants. You should know-â
You stop them there, âYouâre right, I do know because I had to have my wings cut off. What I learned is what happens in these trials is painfully real. So I dare you to touch her.â
Rio stands by your side, arm loosely hanging over your shoulder, âIâm on her side.â
âThatâs not fair. Agatha has literal Death and The Fallen Angel protecting her, what are we supposed to do?â Jen throws her hands up in exasperation.
It starts a bickering amongst everyone. They all send looks your way. It's not something you mind anymore. You had gotten used to hostile starts a long while ago.
âWhat if it's the only way?â Agatha says just so the two of you can hear.
âWe will find another way,â Rio reassures the woman.
That's when the lights go dark. You stay close to Rio, forming an outward facing circle with the rest. Agatha had vanished from her spot.
âAgatha,â you call her name tentatively.
Its not until Teen flashes his light at the ceiling that you see a clearly possessed Agatha drop down. Everyone screams at her appearance.
âWhat the fuck?â Slips out of your mouth as you watch your lover crawl and swing her arms around.
âSweetheart, you okay?â Rio calls out tentatively.
âOh my god.â
Agatha has Jen in her hold before anyone can do anything about it. You all try to get her to loosen her grip, but nothing works until Lilia hits the lights. Once she does you and Rio become frantic as Agatha disappears again.
âAgatha! Where is she, alright? Where is she!â Rioâs frustration grows.
You take her hand in yours, silently. Your eyes wandering the room because youâre still trying to find Agatha as well.
âWhatâs that?â Teen says as a almost translucent cloud forms in front of the stairs.
Your frown deepens, âA ghost.â
âI hate ghosts,â Rio grumbles as the image of a woman who is familiar to the both of you materializes.
Lilia asks the ghosts who she is. Evanora, answers and you canât hide your look of irritation.
When Agatha speaks up from her spot on the stairs you feel relief wash over you. Sheâs ok, you breathe a little easier. Simultaneously, your heart breaks as you watch her pretend to be nonchalant about her mother possessing her.
âYou must finish the road without Agatha, leave her with me.â
âNo, no way!â Rioâs eyes burn into the ghost.
âWerenât you guys fighting at some point before all this?â
You glare stays on Evanora, âYeah, well, her mother canât have her.â
The ghost floats towards Rio, who takes a step back. You block Evanoraâs path, your eyes taking on that dangerous black color.
âMom? Why do you hate me still?â Agatha comes down the stairs to question her mother with a vulnerability that you didnât think anyone else would ever see.
âYou were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body.â
When you see a tear slide down Agathaâs face, you lose it. While the rest of the coven is taken aback by Evanoraâs harsh words, you weigh your options.
âWe have to go,â Jen says, turning to leave Agatha behind.
Agatha pleas are genuine as they fall from her lips, âPlease take me with you. Donât go. Donât leave me with her I can be good. Please!â
âNO ONE IS LEAVING!â Your voice shakes the walls as you speak.
Jen tries to take a step forward, but she canât in fact no one in the room can move freely except for you, Rio, and Agatha.
Evanora sees your display of power and tries to hide herself in Agathaâs body.
âOh no you donât, you raggedy bitch.â
Youâre quick to lay your wrists against each other and open your palms outward. The magic that emits is black just like your wings. The power hits the ghost. She lets out a cry of agony, looking wildly around as her soul is being melted away by your magic.
âHoly shit,â Teen says as they all watch it unfold.
âYouâre a fool. An angel ripped from heaven because of my daughterâs sinister impact, yet you protect her. She doesn't love you, she's incapable. Sheâs evil reincarnated, she will never-â Evanoraâs ramble is quick and panicked as she begins to fade from existence.
You let up on your attack just to get closer to her. You squat down to her level, âBeing in love with Agatha is one of the best things that could've ever happened to me. I will never regret it. She has always been good to me, even when I havenât deserved it. For what youâve done to her, I will erase you from every plane of existence because you, Evanora Harkness deserve a fate worse than eternal damnation.â
Your wings come out without your permission, making the moment look like something from a movie. With a single hand you begin unleashing your power on the ghost again. Your eyes, black and unblinking, your wings spread wide, your body firm in itâs place as you watch the ghost squirm underneath you.
Her words are incoherent as the screams take over. Her eyes begging for any other fate than this. You black magic drowning her out, until nothing is left. The screams are gone, her soul is gone. Not resting, not in a better place, or a worse place, just gone.
The trial had ended and the exit makes itself present yet, everyone is still frozen in place. Not by your voice, but by what they had just witnessed. Slowly you stand from your spot. Though you want to comfort Agatha, you turn your attention to the coven.
âIf you ever think about leaving Agatha behind, I will kill you. I donât care how old you are, I donât care about what you want from the road, I do not give a single fuck about your feelings. I honestly hoped youâd shoot your magic at Agatha and just fucking die, but no we have to be on this stupid fucking road,â your anger rises with each word you speak.
âY/n,â Agatha is gentle as she calls your name.
You shake your head, âLetâs just go.â
You march out of the exit with Agatha and Rio following behind you, and the rest following behind them.
âSweetheart, I did say we'd go after one more trial,â Rio is careful as she speaks with you, back on the road.
âIâm not leaving her with them. If you have to go then go,â you can feel your jaw clench.
âHey, Iâm not the one who was going to abandon our girl, don't snap at me,â Rio says.
You take a deep breath, âSorry, that just really pissed me off.â
âI know, I donât think I remember the last time you destroyed a soul like that,â you can see the worry in her eyes as she looks at you.
âShe deserved it. That woman was a piece of shit. Nothing she said was true,â you look at Agatha, who had been uncharacteristically quiet.
âAgatha,â Rio calls her name but she doesnât answer. âAgatha,â she tries again more firm this time still nothing.
Its not until Death stands directly in front of the woman, her hands on the others shoulder, that Agatha reacts to her.
âI think we should camp for the night,â Rio says softly, and Agatha nods.
You turn to face the coven. They stop as soon as you turn, âSet up camp.â
âWe always set it up, while you the go rendezvous for however long you want,â Teen talks back to you.
âKid, donât start with me,â your tone has a warning edge to it.
âNo, I think I will. Youâre not even a witch, why should we listen to you about the witchesâ road?â
You roll your eyes, âYou donât know half as much as I do about the witchesâ road.â
He stands his ground, âIâve studied the ballad, I have notes. I am a witch.â
â Iâve studied the ballad. I have notes. Blah blah blah,â you mock him.
Your words stir something inside the boy. Something that has the magic simmering at the edge of his fingers.
âI bet it was a harsh reality to deal with, once you realized youâd never go back to heaven. Considering that's probably where Nicholas went.â
It happens too quickly for anyone to stop you. You shove the teenager against a tree with an unimaginable amount of force. The tree cracks under the impact. You have two fistfuls of his shirt, tightly wound in your grip.
Your breathing is erratic and your eyes are once again black. The witches around you are screaming and pleading, but you arenât focused on them.
âYou don't get to speak about him like you know him. No one here knows him. You don't know what happened, so stop hypothesizing about my sonâs death. It will get you killed, boy.â
âY/n, let him go,â Agathaâs voice breaks through all the others.
You donât get the chance to release the boy, as you feel yourself being repelled away from him. The magic is strong enough to push you off, but you don't fall down.
His hands are glowing with blue sparks and you see a crown forming around his head.
âLook whoâs grown,â you don't back down from him.
âMore than you can say for you son.â
You growl, âDOWN.â
The road seems to shift with your voice. The teen hits his knees. His magic vanishes from his hands. You donât let him get the chance to speak before you blast him with your power.
He screams, but you donât care. You stalk closer to him. You can feel hands on you trying to pull you back from him. Yet your vision is tunneled in on him. You strike him with your magic once more and he doubles over.
âY/n look at me baby.â
Rio stands in your way, blocking you from the teen. You ignore her words but reach for her waist. You grab her dagger and hold it against the boyâs neck.
âYou know what losing my son taught me, kid? Sometimes, boys just die,â a single tear rolls down your cheek as you smile sadistically at him.
âCanât you do something to stop her?â Jen says.
âSheâll kill him,â Alice follows.
âWorking on it,â Rio says, gears turning in her head, hoping to find a solution.
âItâs not his time,â Lilia murmurs.
You add pressure to the blade, watching him try his best not to move.
âPlease, please I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I can be-"
âGood?â You cut him off.
His words, stuck in his throat, as he realized the similarities between himself and Agatha.
âIt wonât bring him back,â you hear Agathaâs voice in your ear.
Her hand is firm on your forearm, keeping you from digging into the teenâs neck.
âDid you hear what he said about Nicky? This little shit deserves it.â
âLove, please,â Agatha tries to reason with you. âHe wouldnât want you to do this.â
You let out an animalistic grunt before pulling the dagger away from the teenâs neck and shoving it into the ground. You stand abruptly and walk away from the group, trying to cool off.
âWord to the wise Billy, do not go pissing off people more powerful than you,â Agathaâs voice is sarcastic, but her gaze travels the boys face trying to find injury.
âYou knew? Did you-â
âYes I knew, you're as predictable as your mother and no I didn't put the sigil on you.â
Lilia speaks up, âI did, for your protection.â
âAnd the plot thickens,â Rio teases.
âYour familiar almost killed him,â Alice points out.
Rioâs dagger is back in her hand. She twirls it around a bit, âAre we surprised? Billy here, does not know when he should shut the fuck up. Talking about a dead boy, he should be ashamed of himself. Nicky isn't some tool you can use to get a response.â
Billy looks to Agatha for back up, but instead finds her cold stare.
âI know Y/n would've regretted killing you, even if it doesnât seem like it now. That was more for her than you. I don't ever want to hear his name come out of your mouth again. Understand?â
He nods, his gaze not meeting Agathaâs eyes, âI understand.â
âGreat, well go ahead and set up camp, while we go deal with Y/n. Unless anyone has an issue with our rendezvous,â Agatha looks around for objections, she gets none.
Rio and Agatha take off in the direction you were headed. They walk side by side, looking for any sign of you.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen her like that beforeâ Agatha looks to Rio.
The Green Witch mirror her look of worry, âMe either.â
They find you sitting by the edge of a creek. Your knees your chest as you stare past the water. The anger no longer seeping off of you like before. They sit on either side of you, slightly disappointed when you curl further into yourself.
âSorry,â is the only word to leave your lips.
Agatha shakes her head, âItâs my fault.â
You and Rio try to protest, but Agatha simply raises a hand. âI let them believe whatever lies have been spun about my relationship with Nicholas. I believed them to be all less hurtful than the truth. It was ok when it was just me they antagonized, but if I knew you would've been their target, I would've come clean.â
âItâs none of their business. The truth would do no good for them. They have no empathy,â you mumble.
âHow can you be so sure?â Rio is cautious when she reaches out towards you.
You take her hand and hold it up to your cheek, seeking comfort. Agatha sees this and moves so her shoulder is against yours, her arm tucks it self securely around your waist. Rioâs head falls onto your shoulder. You feel yourself un-tense at the contact.
âThey heard my story, they saw our scars, they heard what Evanora said about Agatha, and yet, they still want to pick trivial fights,â your anger was replaced by exhaustion.
âHeâs young,â Agatha tries to defend.
âItâs not just Billy. They wanted to leave you behind Aggie. What if Rio and I werenât there, then what? They wouldâve let her have you.â
You blink as the tears being to well in your eyes.
âI can't blame them, sweetheart. I would've done the same if it were any of their trials,â Agatha confesses.
Another sigh escapes you, âIâm assuming Billy made the road as well, while weâre on the topic of frustrating things?â
Agatha nods a few times, âIâm pretty sure. His powers theyâre like his mothers, very tied up in his emotions.â
âI was going to kill him,â exasperation on your tongue.
Rio kisses your collarbone, âYou didnât, we wouldn't have let you.â
âHeâs right, Iâve thought about it a lot you know? Nicky is somewhere up there like I was. I couldâve been there for him,â you look up to the sky as you speak.
âHeâs in safest place he could be,â Agatha bows her head slightly.
âWho knew this made up road would be so stressful?â Rio concedes defeated by the things that have happened.
âAt least it brought us back together. I don't think I couldâve spent another century, burning from the inside,â You attempt to joke.
âI think I know something that could relieve some of the stress,â Agatha says suggestively.
She stands, two pairs of eyes watching her intently as she begins to peel off her clothes.
âW- what are you doing?â You stutter, but don't look away from her.
She sits her clothes on a nearby rock, and struts into the creek.
âIâm taking a dip, you two are welcome to join me.â
Your jaw opens slightly at her proposal, âWhat if they see us?â
Rio stands as well, following Agathaâs suit, âI doubt that they would dare say anything after such a powerful display from our sweet angel.â
âCome on baby, loosen up a bit,â Agatha speaks from her spot in the water.
Rio slides up next to the witch, whispering something in her ear, causing them both to giggle.
âYou know Iâm supposed to be sulking,â you say getting to your feet, pulling off your clothes.
âSulking, soaking, same difference,â Rio argues.
The water is pleasantly warm as you sink into it. The three of you bare, in the faux night of the road. It reminds you of the early parts of your relationship. Both women always up for dip in whatever body of water they came across. Nights spent in bodies of water, bathed by the soft light of the moon. Dark purple marks from the eager lips of your lovers.
The memories brought a slight color to your cheeks.
âWhat are you thinking about, sweetheart?â
Agatha and Rio circle you, in somewhat of a predatory fashion.
âI bet sheâs thinking about all the things we used to do in the water. Am I right doll?â
âPerhaps,â you say coyly. âBut if you think after centuries, Iâm going to give myself to you on the witchesâ road, Iâm sorry to disappoint.â
âFair, but a couple of kisses wouldnât hurt anyone,â Rio wraps her arms around you from behind.
She trails a few kisses up the side of your neck.
âI suppose not,â you crane your neck to give her access.
âI think love bites are fair game,â Agathaâs hands find your waist. Her mouth latching on to the opposite side of your neck. She sucks with delicate force, playfully biting, before soothing the space with her tongue.
âMhm,â you hum, the pleasure getting to you.
Your hands rest on Agathaâs stomach slowly climbing up to her breasts. You canât help but play with them in your hands. You lick your lips recalling, how they felt in your mouth. Her moans when you would suck and tease her nipples.
âI thought we werenât doing this here,â Agatha said breathlessly, as you play with one of her nipples between your fingers.
âWeâre not,â you say, with a warmth spreading across your body.
âThen-â
You cut her off with a sensual kiss. She moans in surprise. She slips her tongue into your mouth and you suck on it teasingly. The woman laughs at your antics, which breaks the kiss.
It isnât a moment after that you feel a hand wrap around your neck. You let Rio pull you into a hungry kiss, turning you body fully towards her. Sheâs trying to be dominant, but when your teeth tug on her lower lip, she lets out a whimper.
She ends up kissing down your body. Her lips stop right above your scar. She makes eye contact with you as her tongue meticulously traces over it.
It doesnât go away, you all knew it wouldn't because it had already healed on itâs own. Yet she looks up at you with a pout that makes your knees weak.
âIt was worth a shot,â she speaks innocently.
You want nothing more than to grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up to kiss your lips.
âThat was hot,â Agatha says, watching with dark eyes.
âWe have to stop,â the disappointment in your tone makes the other women chuckle.
âAwe, does baby want to cross her own boundaries?â
You separate from them and make your way back to land. An irritated groan leaving your lips, âWeâre not fucking on the road.â
âDonât be too mad about it hon, this was supposed to be relaxing,â Agatha teases following you.
Rio is the last out of the water, âIâm sure itâll be worth the wait.â
Going back to the makeshift camp, puts a sour flavor in your mouth, but itâs better than the burning rage you had felt when you left. Everyone is asleep when you return except for Billy.
âI wanted to apologize, for what I said. It wasnât fair to blow up at you like that,â his remorse was real, you could tell.
âItâs fine, kid. I should be apologizing to you, hundreds of years old and I still canât keep my temper in check. Letâs just squash it,â you start to make yourself comfortable.
âDid you mean what you said, about letting Agatha kill us?â
You suck in a breath unwilling to lie, âYeah, I did. It might be hard for you to understand, but Iâve spent centuries away from Agatha and Rio. Having them back is everything to me, and the road strives to take them from me. I would do anything to get us off of the road and nothing will change that.â
âI- I understand. My brother, I would do anything to see him again. Whatever it takes.â
Agatha smiles, âSpoken like a true witch.â
âWord to the wise kid, power plays are never as personal as they seem. In this life, things are taken from you if you hesitate for even a moment. Donât be afraid of your power and never hesitate.â
âPretty sound advice for someone who isnât a witch isnât it?â Rio teases Billy.
He laughs awkwardly and nods.
âGet some rest, we have a road to conquer,â Agathaâs tone was parental.
Billy does as instructed, feeling better after the talk.
Your stare lingers on him a bit longer. A hand rests on your shoulder, âHeâs fine.â
You nod to yourself, âYeah.â
Itâs easier falling asleep than it should've been. Your body is completely exhausted from using your powers so frequently. Time is strange on the road, you couldn't really tell how much time had passed due to the darkness.
âWe gotta go now!â
You are startled awake by a panicked voice. Youâre quick to get to your feet.
âWhereâs the fire?â
Youâre damn near being pulled along the road, as you hear steps running all around you.
âThe seven are here.â
That sentence seems to shake the sleep from your body. Your eyes open wide as you begin to pick up your pace.
âThen why are we moving so slowly?â
âIâm running as fast as I can,â Lilia speaks, out of breath.
âWe could use analog magic to fly?â Billy suggests it and the witches groan as a collective.
âI donât hear anyone else coming up with ideas,â you say in his defense.
âBlast them with your angel powers,â Jen exclaims.
âNot an angel and I'm not doing a 7 on 1 attack,â you say.
One of the seven ends up catching up to you and like Jen suggested you blast them with your power. She gives you an âI told you so' look and you mock her.
âBrooms now,â Agatha says breaking off a branch from a tree.
Once everyone has a working broom you expand your wings and shoot up into the air.
âI thought we were any to have the coolest moment ever, yet here she goes upstaging us,â Rio smirks as she takes off, Agatha isnât far behind her.
You don't remember the last time you flew prior to your time on the road. This is different than your trial. The cool air surrounds you as your wings flap with a familiarity. You feel free for the first time in a long time. A genuine smile takes a place on your face as you fly.
Agatha and Rio can't take their eyes off of you. It has been too long since they've seen you move freely in the sky. To them, it looks like you are home. Your smile makes them do the same, sharing a look of love between the pair. The shared adoration for you, fills their hearts. A soft fondness in their eyes as they fly side by side. Their love for each other unspoken, but heavy.
The road decides to break up the moment, forcing everyone back on to the path. You end up landing gracefully while most of the others take a rough landing.
It's no surprise that you land in front of another trial. Just like with your trial, everyone rushes in to avoid any of the wandering seven. Once inside it feels like a distasteful costume party. The witches dressed as their famous caricatures, while you have tiny fake black wings on your back with fake horns to accompany it. The only person who looks more ridiculous in your opinion is Rio.
âWhy the fuck am I Skeletor?â
You giggle, but place your hands on her fake blue abs, âI think itâs all in good fun.â
Your laughter stops in its tracks when you get a glimpse of the ceiling. Knives dangle overhead threaten to fall. You see the tarot spread and immediately think of Lilia.
âWell looks like youâre up Lilia,â Alice places a hand on the older womanâs shoulder.
âWho am I reading for?â
The others chime with thoughts and theories, but for you the answer is quite clear.
âYour trial, your reading,â you say cutting through all of the chatter.
âSmart girl,â Lilia says beginning her own reading.
When the death card comes up, you can see attention shift to Rio.
She throws her hands up, âAll roads lead to me, we already know that.â
The exit opens, but before anyone can step through it the seven are rapidly approaching.
âIâm tired of running,â Lilia stands her ground.
You shake your head, âYouâve got to get out of here, its not your time yet.â
âBut-â
âBut nothing, youâre a damn good witch, but right now you have to go,â you send her towards the door.
âWhatâre you doing?â Agatha asks with panic in her voice.
You donât respond to her, âBilly, if you want to show off that power, now is the time."
Your powers manifested in your hands as you begin to shoot it at members of the seven.
âIâll try,â magic sparks like electricity at the tips of his fingers.
âY/n, we have to-â
You shook your head, âGet them out of here Rio. The kid and I got it, just have Alice on standby.â
Rio doesnât reply, instead she shoves you towards the exit. She uses one hand to push you out of Liliaâs trial and with other she throws out the teen.
She closes the door behind the teen. You begin to bang on the door. You try hitting it with your power but it doesnât budge. Your fist hits the door a few times, before Agatha pulls you back from the door.
âWhy would she do that? She canât- Agatha, we have to help her. We have too,â you were on the brink of being a mess.
Agatha grabs your face in her hands, trying to get you to focus on her. She gives you a tiny smile, âSweetheart, they are locked in with her not the other way around. Sheâs la muerte.â
On cue, you hear the sound of screams coming from the room you were just in. You listen hard and pick up the unforgettable sound of a sword piercing flesh.
âShould weâŠâ Billy says, ready for a fight.
âEasy there tiger, sounds like she has it under control,â Alice keeps the boy back with an exaggerated grab.
Rio doesnât walk, but skips out of the space where Liliaâs trial was held. Her dagger in hand, glistening with blood. The gleeful nature of her return nearly makes you forget that you were in danger
â The seven are now the zero,â she says spinning the knife in her hands.
âYou couldâve done that the whole time?â Jen questions Rio.
Rio shrugs, âI donât like getting my hands dirty, too much paperwork if Iâm the one that does the killing.â
Instead of stopping to rest like the other trials, you decide to continue on. Thereâs only one member of the coven to test, before you could finally leave this hell hole.
You can basically see the nerves bouncing off of the kid. If this is the end, then whatever is next is for him.
âWell, looks like your last up kid,â you place your hand on his shoulder.
âIâm ready for whatever it is,â he steels his jaw.
âJust remember, take what you want. Donât hesitate,â you lose pace with him to fall back with Rio and Agatha.
âNot too long ago you were trying to kill him, and now youâre giving him advice. Look how far youâve come,â Rio teases you.
You roll your eyes, âIâm just trying to get out of here.â
âNo soft spot for him?â Agatha pushes farther.
A smile tugs at the ends of your lips but you hide it well, âNope. â
âGuys I think we have a problem,â Aliceâs voice calls for your attention.
A row of shoes in front of everyone seems to make silence fall across the group.
âOur shoes,â you hear the anger simmering beneath Agathaâs tone.
âWeâre back where we started,â Alice says in disbelief.
âThe witchesâ road is a circle,â Billy adds on.
âAnd this is the finish line?â Jen is just as shocked as Alice.
You see Agatha try to use her powers and as nothing happens her face begins to contort into a scowl, âThatâs it?â
She glares at Billy before yelling again, âThatâs it!â
âWell, maybe we passed the trial?â Lilia tries to reason with the group.
âThen how exactly do we get off?â Agathaâs anger finally tips over.
âWell maybe we-â
âIF YOU DONâT KNOW KEEP QUIET!â She tries to stalk towards the boy, but youâre quick to pull her back into you.
You look to Rio, who carefully watches the interaction in front of her. Itâs strange, because you three are the only ones who know that the road has been manifested by Billy. Therefore it is technically his domain, meaning he designed it like this.
âWe need to keep going,â Agatha says with her voice low.
The rest of the group quickly breaks into chaos shouting their refusal.
âFINE! STAY HERE!â Agatha growls at the group.
Billy keeps staring at the shoes.
Rio speaks up, âGo ahead, put them on.â
âWhat do the shoes have to do with anything? â Alice questions.
âWell you took them off for respect for the road right? Has the road been respectful too you?â Rio points out.
âScrew the road,â Billy says before slipping his shoes on.
No one gets a chance to say anything else. Instantaneously you find yourself confined in a dark space. You panic, feeling all around you until you find a zipper. Once you're free from the bag, you notice that you're in an all white room.
Billy, Agatha, and Jen all appear in the same situation you are in. You leave the body bag and look around.
âWhere are we?â Billy asks.
âMy basement give or take,â Agatha answers him.
âWhere are the others?â Jen asks.
âNot too far,â you answer her.
She squints, âHow can you be sure?â
âCause my insides arenât boiling from being away from Rio.â
âBut Agathaâs right here?â
You sigh, âItâs an and/or type of thing. Meaning if one of them is too far it burns, significantly less than if they were both far, but still burns nonetheless.â
âGlad to know theyâre close, but that doesnât make us any less trapped,â Billy points out that the door is sealed.
âThese are grow lights, are we supposed to grow something here?â
âThereâs no water or soil,â you point out.
Agatha huffs in irritation, âSure seems like another stupid fucking trial.â
She digs around in the body bag and gasps lightly, âWe do have our personal effects.â
She pulls out her locket, causing the others to dig in their bags. You didnât come on the road with anything so you werenât surprised to find your bag empty.
You see Agatha struggling to put on the necklace and walk over to her. You take it from her hands and gently sweep her hair out of the way. Knowing whatâs inside the locket, keeps your hands steady as you hook the chain.
You see her smile, relief plastering over her features, âThatâs better.â
You go to step away, but she grabs your wrist, keeping you close by.
Billy isnât so lucky with his notebook, âItâs worthless.â
The body bags disappear once he tosses the book in there.
âWell, I guess the road agrees,â you say sarcastically.
Itâs then that the grow lights flicker.
âAnd now we have our countdown,â Agatha points out.
Jen leans against the wall watching the countdown. Agatha canât help, but antagonize the woman as their time ticks away.
âIâll be damned if I let us all die here, after making it this far,â Jen peels herself off the wall to stand in the center of the room.
âYou donât have any magic,â you tell her without any animosity.
âWell she saved me, maybe she doesnât need it,â Billy points out.
Itâs at this point where Jen mentions Boston. You canât help it as your mouth falls open and you look at Agatha. Her eyes also opening wide, while staring at Jen.
âYou need to do the unbinding ritual,â you tell them.
âDoesnât she need the witch that bound her to do that?â Billy says not connecting the dots.
âAgatha? Are you the one who bound me?â Jen says, rightful frustration in her tone.
She shrugs, âI donât know.â
You narrow your eyes at her, crossing your arms over your chest, âNow is not the time.â
âYou nonstop sociopath!â
âYouâre the one who bound her?â Billy canât believe it.
âHow did you even know I was in Boston?â Agatha questions you.
âOld habits die hard, you always went to sell your services in Boston when times got rough, but enough deflecting, do the ritual.â
âYou kept me like this for 100 years?â Jen yells.
Agatha tries to defend herself, â I didnât know it was you. It was the 1920âs I did the odd spell for bank notes. The patriarchy really shelled out to shush a lady. It was bind or burn!â
â100 years!â
As much as you wanted to push to get the ritual over with, you knew Jen was justified in her anger. That was time that sheâd lost forever. You knew better than anyone what it felt like to walk around for years on end as a shell of your former self.
âThis is so awkward.â
Jen pulls Agatha into her and starts the ritual. Once itâs over and her magic is running through her she sobs. The reunion of her and her powers means her journey is over. She vanishes from the road.
âWhere did she go?â
âThe road gave her what she was missing. And now sheâs gone,â Agatha deadpans.
You can sense the shift in her attitude immediately. It feels as though she and the teen are facing off against each other.
âThis can end right now. I want power, you have power, juice me up.â
âSo you get what you're missing and Iâm left here to rot?â
You scoff at him, âShe couldâve killed you at any point by now. When you were bleeding out of your side or when my knife was at your neck kid, use your head.â
âNo one was talking to you, do you even want anything from the road ? Shouldnât you have disappeared by now too?â Billy tries to pick a fight with you.
âYou are the only thing standing in the way of what I want,â you tell him seriously.
âSo what itâs 2 against 1 now? Iâm not scared of either of you,â he gets in Agatha face, but keeps his glare on you.
The gesture pisses you off and you march over to them. Agatha puts her hand out, motioning for you to stay back. You reluctantly follow her gesture
âWhat a good little familiar,â Billy directs at you.
Before you can do anything Agatha interrupts, âSit.â
âWhy?â
âWeâre going to find your brother."
His whole energy changes, âWhat?â
She sits down, âThatâs what you want right? Tommy isnât waiting out there. Not in a body anyway. Why do you think Rio came here to begin with? She knows you could do it for him.â
âDo what?â
The teen was so dense that you couldnât help your outburst, âGive him another life. Another spin around the dance floor.â
His eyes snap to yours, âYou think I can bring Tommy back?â
âTime to grow up, kid,â you say to him.
Agatha pats the floor and he cautiously sits down across from her.
You watch her work in only the way she can. Her instructions clear and concise. Just as prodding as they need to be to stir his memories, and get him talking. In another life she couldâve had a coven of disciples.
She keeps him focused on his breathing. Though she has no magic in this moment, you could feel it in her aura. The way she carries herself, there will always be a witch underneath it all.
When she grabs Billy, the lights flicker. Things become intense quickly. He hyperventilates, but Agatha holds him as he begins to rock.
He begins ramble about a dying boy his questions tug at your heart strings, but you remind him, âDonât hesitate, Billy. Donât be afraid of your power.â
âAm I killing this boy so my brother can live?â
He lets out a strangled scream, and then heâs gone.
The lights in the room are almost completely gone. Agatha sits still her place.
âNo, Billy. Sometimes⊠boys die.â
It breaks you to hear her like that. You sit behind her and she leans back into your arms. The lights fade faster.
âIâm sorry, we shouldâve left when had the chance,â she says unable to look at you.
You just hold her tighter, âSeeing you again has meant everything to me.â
She opens the locket and you both look at the strands of Nickyâs hair. She takes it out of itâs place, finding a small dandelion seed. Agatha sniffles and you bury your head in her shoulder. Your wings expand, wrapping around the both of you.
She looks between your wings and the seed, âOut of death, life.â
She lifts your face out of her shoulder, and swipes the small seed across your tear stained cheeks. She quickly buries it in a crack of the grounds foundation.
You watch as a dandelion quickly sprouts and the room begins to shake. You are quick to hop to your feet as the lights turn back on and the walls begins to shake. Dirt begins to fill the room, much like with your trial.
âWhatâs happening?â
âThe trial is over, we canât stay here, come onâ you begin look towards the previously locked exit.
Agatha pushes the door, but it doesnât budge. You join the effort to help her, but itâs like something is still blocking it.
âStand back,â you push her behind you, ready to shoot your powers at the door.
Just as youâre about to blast it, the door is opens. You and Agatha rush through, covered in dirt
On the other side is the coven, who watch the two of stumble into Agathaâs backyard. Your back hits the grass and you close your eyes. You canât remember the last time you were this relieved to be on the earthâs soil.
The peace doesnât last long as Agatha tries to use her powers and it doesn't work.
âYou have to be fucking kidding me? I WANT MY PRIZE,â Agatha exclaims.
You look at Billy from your spot on the floor, âWhat gives kid, everyone gets a prize, but her?â
âWhy are you asking me?â
Rio ruffles the boy hair with a laugh, âIsnât it obvious? Billy, conjured up the witchesâ road.â
The other witches turn to him, with their jaws dropped. He begins to sputter and point wildly at you three, âAre we seriously going to believe them? Death, the Fallen Angel, and Agatha. What do they even know?â
âWe know that the road was never real,â you say sitting up in your spot.
âBut Agatha said she walked the road?â Alice points out.
âIs it surprising that she lied?â Jen chimes in.
âShe didnât lie,â Rio defends.
Your jaw clenches, you close your eyes and take a breath. You speak calmly, âAgatha, please⊠tell them truth about the road.â
She plays with the locket around her neck, âThe ballad⊠I made it, with our son. Thatâs why I know itâs originally coven 2, itâs about me and him. It wasnât even about witches, it was about the winding roads we used to have to travel.â
âWhat really happened to him?â Lilia is the one to ask.
Neither Agatha or Rio speak up. You bring your knees to your chest and face away from the coven, âNicky, was born sick⊠he wasn't- he couldnât. He was made from scratch. With tears of a fallen angel and a heartbeat from death.â
âRotten ingredients,â Rio doesnât hide the crack in her voice.
You nod, âAgatha was the only one who could provide him with flesh. It didnât matter, how much with loved him. Our ingredients just never mixed well. Nicky wasnât the first, but Agatha begged and pleaded.â
âAnd threatened,â Rio says quietly.
âRio had already broken the rules for me. To do it again so soon, was a big risk for her.â
Alice was the one to ask, âWhat did you do?â
Rio bites her lip, âI could only give him time.â
You bury your head in your knees, âBeing around him couldâve gotten Rio in trouble, so we all decided it would be best for us to keep our distance from Nicky.â
âHow much time did he get?â Billy asks.
âHe was only 6,â Agatha clutches the necklace harshly.
You bury yourself further into your knees as if it would protect you from her words. Rio looks at the ground, unable to relive this yet again.
The coven looks between the three of you, piecing the rest of it together. The tragedy of it all displayed across each one of your bodies.
âThe one day I didnât kill any witches, he died. I went on a rampage after that, I used the ballad to lure witches into my trap. Then Iâd get them to attack me and drain them of their powers,â Agatha explains wiping her own tears.
âSo thatâs what you were going to do to us?â Billy asks, but his tone isnât accusing.
âPretty much,â she says with a bored tone.
Jen interrupts, âSo you knew it was him the whole time, even with the sigil?â
âWell as soon as the road appeared, I had a hunch.â
They all begin to go back and forth about how it was all for nothing and unfair. The spew words of negativity at Agatha for hiding the truth from all of them. It doesnât sit right with you or Rio.
âAre guys even listening to yourselves? Alice you arenât cursed anymore, Lilia youâre done running from your powers, Jen youâre unbound, and Billy you reincarnated Tommy, all thanks to Agatha. So, what are you bitching about? She helped you all achieve what you wanted, whether you want to admit it or not,â Rio goes off on the group.
âShe deserves this and as her coven you know that,â you say, getting to your feet.
âFine, Iâll do it, just donât kill meâ Billy speaks up.
âScouts honor,â Agatha says as Billy gears up to shoot her.
You stand next to Rio, leaning on her slightly. She wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you further into her side. She feels your eyes on her and meets them. You slowly glance over to Agatha and Billy and then back at her. She shakes her head and you nod to yourself.
When Billy shoots Agatha the coven gasp seeing Agathaâs power in real time, sucking the magic out of the boy.
âSheâs going to kill him,â Alice mumbles under her breath.
âShe wonât,â Lilia and Jen say at the same time.
Agatha hears them and subtly surprised by their confidence in her. Upon hearing it, she cuts the ties with Billy. He stumbles to the ground, but is quickly helped by the rest of the coven.
âFinally, everyone get what they wanted?â Rio claps her hands together.
The all hum in agreement.
âGreat, now get out,â she points to the exit of the backyard.
It starts a commotion again as they start to talk over each other.
âSILENCE!â Your voice echoes causing them all to stop talking. âI get it, youâre a coven now, found family yay, etcetera, etcetera. As a familiar who has been separated from her witches, I would really hate for you to get in the way of what would be our first time alone together in centuries. That would really piss me off.â
They murmur in consensus.
âWeâll let you know when itâs ok to come over,â Agatha says shooing them away in the process.
They all pile into Billyâs car and the three of you wave them away. As soon as they pull off, you enter Agathaâs home.
âWell, now what?â Rio asks.
Agatha flicks her fingers replacing her dirt covered clothes, before doing the same to you.
âI donât know about you, but my back has been begging for a mattress after sleeping on that awful ground,â Agatha cracks her back.
âPillows,â you nod in agreement.
The three of you climb up the stairs to the bedroom. Once youâre inside, you fall face first into the middle of the bed. Moaning in pleasure as the bed melds to hold your body.
âI hope to hear more of that later,â Rio lays in the space to your right.
Agatha lays to your left, âSuch a pretty sound, sweetheart.â
You groan, turning your head between the two women, âYes, later we can do that, but now itâs time to sleep. So less talking, more cuddling.â
âItâs not even 5 pm.â
âI can go sleep on the couch if you want to argue with me,â you tell them.
âNo,â they say in unison.
You smile, âThatâs what, I thought. Now, hold me.â
Agatha and Rioâs fingers intertwine as they wrap their arms around you. Itâs warm and safe, the horrors of the road, no longer haunting.
You too, had gotten what you wanted from the road. It was this. Rio and Agatha; you all back together. For a moment, having a simple domestic life.
You knew it wouldnât last long, especially now that Agatha had her own little coven of chaos. Yet the thought of it made you smile. As long as the three of you were together, everything would work out alright.
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From Gold to Mold
Chapter 7: The Realization
A/N: Thank you to everyone whoâs enjoyed this series! When I had the idea for this, I had NO idea it was going to be as well loved as itâs become. I love and appreciate every like, follow, reblog, and ask!
As Bruce walks down the staircase and steps foot on the foyerâs marble floor, he realizes that somethingâs wrong. Well, heâs known that somethingâs been wrong for four years now, but heâs attributed it to his pile of never-ending cases, particularly the murder of the Joker and Harley Quinn, which has been eating away at him ever since that night and has occupied every corner of his mind. Itâs been four years since he discovered their remains and heâs still in the dark, the only piece of evidence he has is some strange substance reminiscent of mold found within Jokerâs remains.
What heâs currently feeling, however? Itâs not the need to solve a case that threatens his city. Itâs as if something is wrong with the manor itself, like thereâs something missing. Something that heâs never paid much attention before but has always known is there, and now that somethingâs wrong, he canât help but rack his brain for what it could be.
As he tries to thinks, he walks to the kitchen to find a snack (something pre-made, Alfredâs permanently banned him from ever cooking in his kitchen ever again) when he hears voices. Three voices, to be precise, and theyâre definitely amused by something. As he gets closer, he can make out what theyâre saying.
âI canât believe he of all people would have this,â Tim says, an obvious smile intertwined in his tone.
âHey, weâre all free to do what we want in our spare time,â Dick responds. âAnd if anyone in this house has earned spare time, itâs Alfred.â
âIâm not saying he shouldnât do stuff he likes on his time off,â Tim quickly counters. âIâm just saying that I never wouldâve expected him to be into stuff like this.â
âFor once, I agree with Drake,â Damian, the third voice, interjects. âPennyworth is a man of refined taste. For him to indulge in this childish entertainment is entirely unexpected. Only mindless buffoons would subject themselves to this drivel.â
âHey,â Time exclaims, offended. âI happen to enjoy this âchildish entertainment.ââ
âMy point stands. Once again, you prove your inferiority and poor breeding, Drake.â
Thatâs when Bruce decides to step in before a fight can break out in the kitchen (again) and enters, all three of his sons, who are crowding around something on the kitchen island, turning to him.
âHey, B,â Dick says with his usual smile adorning his face.
âHey,â Tim adds, glaring at Damian.
âHello, Father,â Damian says, not sparing a glance at Tim and a ghost of a smirk on his face.
âHello, boys. Is something wrong? I heard something about Alfred.â
âNo, we just learned something amazing,â Dick answers, practically buzzing with joy. âYouâll never guess what Alfredâs into!â
This certainly catches his attention. Heâs known his faithful butler his entire life and likes to think he knows everything about the man who raised him after his parents were killed. To find something out about the man he didnât know before is something thatâs definitely worth his attention.
âWhat,â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
The three of them part, revealing a laptop on the granite top. More specifically, itâs Alfredâs laptop. Itâs strange enough that the man who takes the care of his kitchen as gospel would leave something like his laptop out in the open (especially since heâs always on their case about snooping on each otherâs personal lives), but what really blows his mind is whatâs on the screen: the menu for what appears to be a video game. It features what appears to be a derelict ship floating in space with soft music playing in the background and several options on the lower part and what heâs assuming is the title on the upper part: Salvage Rights.
âAlfred plays video games,â he asks, completely bewildered at the discovery.
âThatâs what I said,â Tim exclaims. âI mean, I think itâs great if he wants to do that. I just didnât expect him to be a gamer.â
âDonât group Pennyworth in with your group of pathetic mouth breathers who donât know what is fiction and what is reality.â
âSo, whatâs it about,â he asks, trying to stop a fight from breaking out in the kitchen that will net all of them in trouble.
âIâve been trying to avoid spoilers, but from what I can tell you, it take place in the future after the sun imploded, forcing several fleets of ships to flee to a nearby star cluster, but only a few planets in the cluster can support human life naturally and several of them hold valuable resources, causing a war between three different factions to break out for control over the cluster,â his explains excitedly, making Bruce smile at the sight of his third son acting like a young man his age should. âYou play the captain of a prospecting vessel that salvages derelict ships and during a salvage of a ship that dates back to before the sun imploding, you find something valuable that could determine who wins the war.â
âHow absurd,â Damian mutters. âThat story is utterly ridiculous. Whoever wrote it should be ashamed.â
âWho should be ashamed, Master Damian,â Alfred asks as he enters the kitchen.
âWhoever wrote the story for this absurd game you are apparently fond of,â his youngest son retorts.
âNone of us thought you were into video games, Alfred,â Tim adds.
âI wouldnât say that, Master Timothy, but I know its creator and I know he worked very hard to make the game you see before you. It makes me so happy that he finally achieved his goals and I want to do my part to support him. I hope he gets all the acclaim and recognition he rightfully deserves deserves.â
âWhoa, you know who he created Salvage Rights,â Tim asks, mesmerized. âWho?â
âItâs someone you all know: Master Y/N.â
Y/N? All of a sudden, he realizes a mistake he made earlier: Tim isnât his third child, Y/N is. Wait, when was the last time he talked to his firstborn? Hell, when was the last time he talked to you? Wait, what do you even look like? How old are you?
This starts a cascade of realizations: heâs never celebrated your birthday. Or Christmas. Or even had a gala for you like all his children got to welcome them in his family.
âY/Nâs a video game developer,â Tim asks, breaking Bruce out of his thoughts. âI didnât know that.â
âWell, thatâs because none of you have ever had a conversation with the poor lad,â Alfred retorts, his look of disapproval returning. âI never knew it was possible to not say a single word to someone youâve lived with for years, but you showed me such a thing was possible.â
Bruce looks to his sons and upon seeing their expressions, he knows that none of them have talked to you, either. This definitely doesnât bode well for them. Or you.
âWell, we should go talk to him,â Dick pipes up, trying to stay upbeat, but heâs obviously upset at this realization. He moves to leave the kitchen. âIs he in his room?â
âHis room isnât in the family wing,â Alfred responds, stopping Dickâs stride.
Thatâs when Bruce realizes that heâs never seen you coming or going from any of the bedrooms in their part of the manor. If your room isnât with theirs, where do you sleep?
âHis room is on the other side of the manor,â Alfred says, as if he read Bruceâs mind.
And with that, he leaves the kitchen and all four of them follow the butler, their steps heavy and slow from guilt. Bruceâs guilt only grows as they walk through corridor after corridor, eventually replace clean and pristine for dirty and decrepit. With a manor as large as Wayne Manor, cleaning is a battle, requiring an army to maintain it, but with Alfred being the only one, Bruce told the man to leave the uninhabited wings alone and only clean them when they have guests, which Bruce tries to keep to a minimum as someone in his position in Gothamâs high society can get away with.
Have you been staying in this forgotten part for the manor ever since you came to live here? With only dust and pests for company?
After he talks to you, he intends on moving you to the bedroom next to his; itâs been empty for years and has been going to waste. When you move into that room, heâll check on you everyday, waking you up himself and walking you down to the dining room for breakfast every morning.
âWhy is his room so far from ours, Pennyworth,â Damian asks.
âWell, when he first moved in, none of the rooms in the family wing werenât fit to be slept in,â Alfred explains. âBy the time I prepared a room for him, Master Timothy came to live with us and Master Y/N said he could have that room. Every time I finally got a room prepared for him, Master Bruce had a new addition to the family. By the time you joined the family, he insisted he remained where he was.â
That stopped all further questions, leaving them to process the new information in silence.
âHere we are,â Alfred announces when they reach a door on the far side of the manor.
Bruce decides that he needs to be the one to talk to you first, so he knocks on the door.
âY/N,â he says after knocking once. âCan I come in?â
Thatâs when Alfred opens the door and before Bruce can say anything, he looks inside to see not only you not in there, but your roomâs the size of a broom closet compared to the rooms all of them enjoy. One thing he notices is that the roomâs surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the wing it resides in; based off the lingering smell of cleaning products, Alfred mustâve cleaned it recently.
âWhat a hovel,â Damian remarks as they enter, looking around.
âIndeed,â Alfred responds. âThis is a guest room we specifically use for guests who are unwanted.â
Those words hit Bruce harder than Bane ever could. When Damian first moved in, he complained that the size was âinsufficientâ and he needed more room; so, he had a perfectly good bedroom be added on to his room, doubling its size to accommodate his pets, weapons, art supplies, and whatever else he keeps in there, instead of going to you and leaving you to rot in a guest room they use for people that arenât wanted here.
He looks over at the bed to see the painfully small mattress is definitely past its prime, worn out from years of use. The bed frame isnât a better, either based on the fact it looks like itâll break at any moment. He presses a hand on the mattress and winces when he feels the large indention and hears the loud squeaking.
Good god, how did you even sleep on this thing for a day let alone for years? Not only does it look uncomfortable, but itâs barely big enough to hold a child, let alone⊠whatever you are.
âItâs pretty empty in here,â Tim remarks as he examines the dresser. âGuess thereâs not a lot of room for decorations.â
âWhile there were very little decorations in here while he was living here, he took almost everything with him when he left, Master Dick. Very little was left behind. He told me I could destroy everything he left behind, but I couldnât bring myself to throw away anything of his.â
Every second in here makes Bruce feel more horrible at how heâs treated his son. He needs to find you. Immediately.
âWhere is he, Alfred,â Bruce asks, eager to find you and find some way to make amends.
âIâm afraid he doesnât live in the manor anymore, Master Bruce. Master Y/N left us some time ago.â
Once again, Bruce feels like heâs been sucker punched in the gut, leaving him breathless. You moved out?
âWhen,â Dick asks, clearly upset.
âFour years ago. The night he graduated from Gotham Academy.â
âThatâs when I graduated,â Tim realizes.
Bruce remembers that: four years ago on the night Tim was set to graduate, he and all of his children (well, all except you) were busy combing Gotham for Joker and Harleyâs killer, listening in on countless criminals celebrating the Clown Prince of Crimeâs demise.
Christ, he can remember that, but not his own son? He knew he wasnât the best father in the world (despite the mug that says otherwise courtesy of Dick), but he had no idea he had failed one person so much. How much he failed his firstborn son.
âWait,â Bruce spits out. âIf he graduated and none of us were there, who was with him?â
Oh god, if Alfred says no one was with him, he actually cry in front of all of them. To know that his son had no one to celebrate his big night would drive him off the edge.
âI was, Master Bruce.â Hearing that makes him feel a bit better, but not enough to really do anything about the pit of guilt building in his stomach. The butler pulls out his phone and types on it before holding it up for them to see. âThis is him walking with his classmates.â
He watches the video of you (fuck, youâre so much older than he remembers) wearing the traditional black and gold gown for all Gotham Academy graduates (he sees the usual black and gold cap has been decorated, but he canât see from this angle), walking in line with your fellow classmates, all of them wearing caps and gowns.
Thatâs when he realizes that thereâs no pictures of you anywhere in the manor. He instantly thinks of the last family portrait he had commissioned (around the time Damian moved in) hanging above the mantle in the living room, which has him sitting in an elegant white and gold trimmed cushioned chair in the center with a ten-year-old Damian on his right, Barbara in her wheelchair on his left, and behind him from left to right is Cass, Steph, Tim, Jason, Dick, and Alfred.
A family portrait that he treasures not including you. Right now, it feels like he can cry and throw up at the same time.
âHereâs him receiving his diploma,â Alfred says as he swipes right, displaying another video.
Sure enough, the video playing shows the headmaster calling your name (Gould, not Wayne), you walking to the man and receiving your diploma with your left hand and shaking the headmasterâs hand with your right, and walking back to your chair. Each new revelation about you makes the cavern of guilt heâs standing in even deeper; finding out that your last name isnât his and must be your motherâs, telling the world that thereâs no connection between you and him, even though half your DNA came from him.
âA staff member was taking pictures of the graduates as they shook hands with the headmaster and she was kind enough to send it to me,â Alfred says as he swipes again, revealing a picture of you and the headmaster.
He only needs a split second to commit your details to memory. H/c sticking out from your cap that he can tell youâve decorated and e/c that must come from your mother. And thatâs when he realizes that while the color is different, their shape matches his motherâs perfectly. And isnât that just twisting the knife in his gut.
âAnd this picture was taken after the ceremony.â
Thatâs when he sees you as perfectly as he can, standing next to Alfred, who is at an event that he shouldâve been at, not looking to arrest someone who killed the man whoâs terrorized Gotham for two decades. Nothing happened that night, he shouldâve taken the night off to see both of his sons graduate, cheering them on and hugging them after receiving their diplomas.
âIs he still in Gotham,â Damian asks, his voice even, but Bruce can tell his youngest son feels guilty, something heâs only expressed a handful of times during his stay here.
âNo, Master Damian, Iâm afraid Master Y/N went back home.â
ââHome,ââ Dick exclaims. âThis is his home!â
On one hand, Bruce wants to agree with Dick, that the manor is the only place you should call âhome,â but on the other hand, he knows that with the way they treated you, he would understand why youâd want to leave him. Leave all of them.
âIâm afraid he felt differently. He told me that heâd been looking forward to going back to the home he lived with his mother. Apparently, the lack of affection and attention from his so-called family made him plan to move back when he turned eighteen, but I was able to convince him to stay so he could graduate.â
It made sense. After being ignored for years, why would you stay when you could leave? Bruce knows this, but now, all he wants is for you to move back in so he can give you all the love you can handle. He wants to have inside jokes with you, to give you a shoulder to cry on when the world overwhelms you, to take you out on quality time with just you and him.
He wants to do all the things for you that he does for his other kids. Things that he shouldâve been doing for you from day one. He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his contacts only to find that youâre not only in his house, but youâre not even in his phone. He hasnât had a single conversation with you in person, why would he think heâs had a conversation with you over text?
âWhere is he now,â Bruce asks, his voice hollow and empty even to him.
Right now, all he wants is to learn where you are and try to find some way to make his transgressions up to you.
âI was led to believe Batman is the âworldâs greatest detective,ââ Alfred retorts, an eyebrow raised. âAre you unable to find your son on your own?â Bruce looks at him, making the butler sigh. âHe moved back to his home in Goodsprings, Nevada.â
He didnât even know where you came from before coming to live here. If there was an Olympic event for shitty fathers, Bruce would take home the gold in a landslide right now.
âOf course, you may have a golden opportunity to see him tomorrow night.â Alfred pulls his phone towards him, types something on it, and shows it to them again.
On the screen is a website for something called the Gamerâs Gala, a massive event held yearly where gamers go to see what new video games are planned to be released in the future and where game developers have an opportunity to win the âGolden Joystick,â a trophy given based off their gameâs success during the year.
He scrolls through the website to find all the games up for awards and sees Salvage Rights by Gould Games in top contention for Indie Game of the year! Heâs so excited to see youâve found success in your passion and wants to see you walk on stage and accept the award, cementing your place as one of the greatest developers in the world.
According to the website, itâs being held in Metropolis this year due it being hosted completely by Lex Corp and that gets his blood boiling. No doubt this is some attempt to win public favor after yet another failed attempt to kill Superman and he thinks by doing this, people will forget all about whatever illegal activities he was up to his neck in. Had he known this sooner, he wouldâve pulled the right to host the event out from under Lexâs feet, sparing no expense to ensure it was the biggest ceremony in the eventâs history.
And of course, heâd invite you to stay at the manor the entire time, a room prepared just for you. Right next to his.
âThe event is tomorrow night. I believe Batman can take one night off so Bruce Wayne can attend.â Alfred pulls something out from his pocket and holds it up to Bruce. âMaster Y/N was kind enough to send me a ticket so I could be there for the biggest night of his life.â
Bruce takes the ticket and looks at it closer. According to the glossy golden ticket, itâs awarding the recipient special seating at a section of the hall reserved only for the friends, families, and special guests of candidates and offering them access to the Developer Lounge, a section of the convention center that only game developers and their guests can enter, where they can eat and drink all they want for free, all of it paid for by Lex Luthor.
When he gets back to the office, he plans on making that manâs life hell. It was bad enough that he somehow came in four years ago and undercut WE with products that he knows for certain were based off his companyâs but he has no idea how Luthor was able to get his hands on classified technical specs, costing him and his company several contracts and millions in revenue for that fiscal year, but now, heâs gone and made the biggest night of his sonâs life even better, something that he shouldâve done.
This ticket is not way of witnessing the greatest moment in your life, but to try to repair his relationship with you.
âWhy donât we all go,â Dick pipes up, looking very uncomfortable. âWe should all be there with for him. You know, as a family!â
âI agree with Greyson,â Damian adds. âWe should all be there.â
âIâll get us tickets,â Tim says as he pulls out his phone and begins to type on it.
âI think Master Bruce should go alone,â Alfred says, making all of them look at the butler. âThis is a very delicate situation and if the entire family goes, it could make things worse. For now, allow your father to speak to your brother by himself.
The pained looks on his boysâ faces makes him feel even worse than he already does. He knows that they want to make up for how they treated you just like him, but right now, heâs not even sure how youâll react seeing him, let alone the entire family.
Heâll do whatever it takes to bring you home so they can show you the love you deserved back then. And then, theyâll all be one happy family.
âThanks, Alfred,â he says as he carefully tucks the ticket into his coat, treating it like a precious artifact and not a flimsy piece of paper. âI have to get ready.â
As he leaves, he makes a note to give the butler a pay rise. Not just for giving him the ticket meant for him, but for helping him realize his mistake and for being there for his son.
As he heads to his room to pack a bag, he makes arrangements to stay at a penthouse as the hotel connected to the convention center so he can get there quickly and hopefully get to talk to you before the award ceremony. He also purchases your game in order to have something to talk to you about, hoping youâll be touched by him supporting your career as a developer (heâll also carefully analyze the game to high heaven in hopes of learning more about you) and starts drafting plans for Alfred to prepare your new room, allowing the butler to buy anything and everything he thinks youâd like, from furniture to decorations.
He briefly thinks about calling Clark and asking him to monitor the convention hall for any trouble from Lex, but quickly decides against it. Y/N is his son and heâll protect him with his own hands, not relying on the Kryptonian. If Lex tries any shit during the ceremony, heâll pull every underhanded trick in the book to buy out Lex Corp only to raze it to the ground and salt the earth where it once stood.
Whatever it takes, heâll see you accept the trophy you so rightly deserve and after that, heâll talk to you fact to face and beg you to forgive him, take you into his arms and apologize for not being the father you needed him to be. And after that, heâll bring you back to the manor, where youâll stay in a room next to his, where him and your siblings will keep you company from day in to day out. And when he brings you home, heâll commission another family portrait thatâs large enough to take up an entire wall and has you in the center with all of them surrounding you.
At last, theyâll be the family you deserve. The family you shouldâve had when you became a part of their family.
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Shoot Me
Bucky swears he doesnât like Y/N. In fact, heâs so confident heâll challenge this: If he likes Y/N, shoot him.
a/n: dude, idk wtf this is. itâs like that one that 70s show scene, but itâs really just a crack fic. idk. this isnât proofed. itâs late. itâs fluffy. i made you some content. enjoy.
warnings: mentions of gun violence (super minor), not proofread at all
note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.
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âI donât like, Y/N,â Bucky says, voice adamant. The man is stoic, glaring at his friend who only shakes his head and laughs.
âYeah, sure you donât, Bucky,â Sam replies, tone laced in disbelief. After all, anyone with functioning eyeballs could look at Bucky and see that he liked Y/N. His harsh demeanor always softened around her: he smiled more, laughed more, glared less.
Bucky groaned, kicking off of the wall heâd been leaning against when Sam stands from the table heâd been sat at messing with Redwing.
âI donât like Y/N,â Bucky reiterated as Sam only shook his head again, walking over to a tool box in the corner of the garage and beginning to rummage through it. âIf I like her, shoot me.â
Right as Bucky lets the challenge slip through his lips, Sam turns on his heel to face Bucky, raising his hand in a finger gun and pointing at his friend.
âPow.â
Bucky just stares at Sam, then his finger gun, then Sam again.
âCâmon, man. Real mature.â
Sam turns back to the toolbox and continues to rummage around for the tool he needs.
âIâm the one not being mature? Youâre the one with a schoolboy crush who canât admit he likes a girl.â
âI do not have a schoolboy crushâ
âRight. You have a big macho man crush.â
Bucky scoffs, irritation growing. âSam,â he warns.
Say lifts up the tool he evidently needs, inspects it, and returns to his seat at the table where he left Redwing and begins to fiddle with the wiring.
âDude, just suck it up and tell her,â Sam says, ignoring Buckyâs aggression as he always does. âItâs not one sided, I can tell you that.â
Buckyâs eyes widen in surprise and he quicklyâtoo quickly for his own liking and too quickly for someone who does not like youâsits down at the table in the seat beside Sam. Sam just smirks.
âDid she tell you that?â
âNo,â Sam says and Bucky rolls his eyes, immediately standing back up and going to resume is original position leaning against the wall. âBut,â Sam continues, âunlike you, Iâm not stupid. I can tell.â
Bucky ignores the jab, dismissing Sam altogether. Thereâs no way Samâs right.
âI donât know, youâre pretty stupid,â a new voice cuts through the air, a teasing lilt in tone. The two menâs heads turn to the garageâs entrance to see you walking in holding a brown takeout bag and a drink carrier.
Buckyâs lips upturn slightly at your jab at Sam and his eyes soften slightly as they fall on you. Sam notices and rolls his eyes.
âHa. Ha.â Sam says to you, but he offers you an affectionate smile which you return. âYou bring lunch.â You nod and hold it up for them to see before setting it down on the table.
âI love you,â Sam says dramatically, immediately reaching for something to eat. âWeâve been out here all day.â
You laugh at his being over the top but return the sentiment. âSo, whatâve you guys been talking about?â You sit down at the table and pull your drink from the drink carrier to take a sip.
Sam chuckles through a bite of hamburger: Bucky (who hasnât yet moved) looks away. You raise your eyebrows.
âWhat? Did I miss something?â
Sam swallows his food and washes it down with his drink before answering.
âI shot him.â
Your eyes dart between the two.
âYou what?â
âHe didnât actually,â Bucky clarified, amused and endeared by your concern.
âI fake shot him,â Sam clarifies, mimicking the handgun motion.
You scrunch your eyebrows as you attempt to make sense of this picture theyâre painting. You turn to Bucky.
âYouâre mad because he fake shot you?â You turn back to Sam. âWhy did you fake shoot him?â
Sam is grinning like an evil mastermind at this point, Bucky is getting overly acquainted with his shoes.
âHe told me to.â
âHe told you to?â
âHe told me to.â
âWhy?â You look between the two of them.
âHe said, âIf I like her, shoot me.â So I shot him.â
Your eyes widen at the revelation. Bucky likes someone? Who?
âBucky likes someone?â You turn around completely to face Bucky. âBucky, you like someone?â
Bucky closed his eyes and look up at the roof of the garage, clearly wanting to disappear from the current situation he found himself in. He ignores the question.
âBucky, câmon! If you like someone, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you get a date, or something.â You cringe a little at the suggestion, but you really want to know who he likes. Sure, it will absolutely devastate you if it turns out he doesnât like you, but you just want him to be happy.
âYeah, Bucky, maybe she can help you get a date!â Sam teases, innuendo heavy in his words. Both you and Bucky give him a lookâBuckyâs warning, yours questioning.
âJust drop it, both of you,â Bucky says dejectedly.
âJust tell her, man. Iâm tired of dealing with your moping,â Sam argues.
âSam,â you say cautiously, eyeing Buckyâs uncomfortable demeanor.
âNo, Iâm tired of this. He,â Sam points to Bucky, âtalks about you,â he points to you, âwhen youâre not around, and you,â he circles his finger around your face, âtalk about him,â he points to Bucky, âwhen heâs not around. Incessantly. Now, I am going to take the rest of my lunch outside while you two figure this out. Iâll be back for Redwing later.â
You and Bucky stare helplessly as you watch Sam storm out of the garage. Once he turns the corner and is out of sight, the two of you turn to each other. Heâs still leaned against the wall, youâre still uncomfortably turned around in your chair facing him.
âSo, that girl you likeâŠâ You start but trail off, hoping maybe Bucky will confirm the suspicion Sam has planted in your mind but he continues to avoid looking at you. âSam made it kind of seem like maybe sheâs⊠me?â Your voice sounds so shy and uncertain as you ask the question. You canât help but cringe a little.
Bucky finally looks up at you, searching your face and attempting to gauge how you might feel. He sees you cringe, though, and he sighs, looking back down at his boots. Of course, thereâs no way you could ever like him like that. You notice Bucky pulling away and you start to panic.
âItâs totally okay if she is me, but itâs okay if sheâs not. I donât want you to feel like you have to say itâs me if you donât actually have any feelings for me, but Sam did kind of make it seem that way. I mean, if you did have feelings for me, though, that wouldnât be bad.â Youâre rambling, full of nerves, but the nervous rambling does pull Buckyâs attention back to you.
âHe wasnât wrong,â Bucky finally admits quietly.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his. âHe wasnât?â
âNo.â
âYou like me?â You clarify, a grin overtaking your face.
The corner of Buckyâs mouth upturns in a smile. âOnly if you like me.â
You stand up from your seat and take a few steps towards him whilst he takes a couple towards you. The two of you find yourselves toe to toe and staring at each other.
âMaybe I do.â Your eyes glance down at his lips and back to his eyes.
Buckyâs grinning now and he hums in response as he gazes down at you. The two of you feel yourself being pulled towards one another like there is some sort of magnetic force you canât break, and, then, before you know it, your lips are on his. He kisses you softly as if he fears it isnât real. You attempt to pour months of pent up adoration for him into the kiss. Your lips only part when you both finally need some amount of air; Bucky pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. Itâs momentarily silent except for your breathing.
âYou really told Sam to shoot you?â You teasingly ask, pulling away just enough to look into Buckyâs eyes.
âOnly if I liked you,â he defends. He attempts to sound serious, but he canât help the smile pulling at his lips. You nod as you briefly consider his response. Then, you make a finger gun and:
âPow.â
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Code of Conduct 1
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary:Â your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work.Â
Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.
Authorâs Note:Â Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. Iâm always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourselfđ
đŒPart of the Bad Bosses AUđŒ
âMr. Rogersâ office. This is Rosie, how can I hel--âÂ
âWhere is he?â Peggyâs voice cuts over your own.Â
âOh, hello, Mrs. Rogers, heâs currently in a meeting--âÂ
âGet him.âÂ
âMrs.--âÂ
âDonât argue with me. Go get him. Are you not his assistant?â She challenges brusquely.Â
Her accent adds to the sharpness of her words. Her curt demeanour is a stark contrast to her husband. Your boss is always amiable, accommodating even, but the few times youâve dealt with his wife have been similarly tense. You put a smile on so she canât hear your anxiety.Â
âOf course, Mrs. Rogers,â you preen, âIâll put you on a quick hold.âÂ
âNo, you will get him. No hold.âÂ
You suck in a sigh and hold your breath in your chest, âof course.âÂ
You set the phone down. You donât see how her hearing your desktop will be any better but you wouldnât want to irritate her further. It must be urgent.Â
You stand and smooth out your dress. You step out from behind your desk, digging your nails into your palms as you ball your fists tight. You get nervous about most things. Answering the phone took your months to get used to and even now you tend to fumble over your words.Â
You go to the door and brace yourself. You donât know why you expect Mr. Rogers to be upset. Heâs never been anything close to rude. Maybe short in times of stress but not unpleasant. You knock and wait as you twiddle your fingers against your striped pleats.Â
It isnât Mr. Rogers who answers by Mr. Barnes. You give a sheepish smile, âexcuse me, doll.âÂ
He steps past you and you bid him a good day. He leaves without further courtesy and Mr. Rogers calls your name from within, âneed something?â He asks.Â
âOh, yes, Mrs. Rogers is on the phone.âÂ
He doesnât seem happy about that. His cheek dimples and he nods, wiggling his pen at you, âpatch her through.âÂ
You go back to your desk and pick up the receiver, âhello, Mrs. Rogers, heâs available now--âÂ
âI donât want to talk to you, honey. Where is my husband?âÂ
You transfer her without another word. Phew. You almost feel bad for your boss as you hear him pick up in his office. His tone is low and dull.Â
You try not to overhear, letting his conversation drone into a buzz. Thereâs enough work to be done without worrying about his personal life. Your own afterhours concerns are more than concerning. You wouldnât say you have much going on and thatâs the problem. Itâs moment like those that ease your envy of othersâ full plates.Â
You havenât seen the girls lately. The group chatâs been quiet but you suppose you could go ahead and say hi. Your weekly cocktails petered out to biweekly, then monthly, and now you canât remember the last time you let go with a mimosa.Â
You peek over your desk and back at your screen. Itâs not only on them to keep things going. You pick up your phone and open the chat. The last message is a meme Elfie sent about printers. You shake your head and send a little waving sticker, keying in a message.Â
âLong time no see! Iâm in need of drinks. Anyone free? Whenâs best? Hope youâre all taking care.âÂ
Youâre professional tone shines through even on WhatsApp. Itâs a bit lame but youâre an entirely different person in text. Most people are surprised to meet the mousy secretary hiding behind her screen after the lively back and forth in Outlook.Â
You set your phone down and try not to stare at it. A reply never comes while youâre waiting for it, nor does water boil when youâre watching it. As you click around and try to remember where you were, the silence sinks in. Your realisation brings your eyes up as quickly as Mr. Rogers shadow.Â
You bat your lashes at him in surprise, âneed something, sir?âÂ
He gives a half-smile, the type weighed down by disappointment. He sighs and crosses his arms, leaning on the door frame, âyou hungry?âÂ
âUm, well, itâs only eleven,â you shrug.Â
âMm, yeah,â he unfolds one arm to rub his neck, âIâm restless. You feel like getting lunch early?âÂ
âSure, I can run out and grab you something,â you stand eagerly.Â
âNo, uh,â he drops his arm back over his other, âtogether. I had a reservation for me and Peggy but she canceled. Iâd hate to inconvenience the restaurant and I just canât sit and mope in my office.âÂ
âOh, okay, I guess that works...âÂ
âDo you need to ask your boss?â He scoffs.Â
You laugh at his joke, âdo I?âÂ
He smiles, a real smile and drops his arms, âmy treat. You know what, you earned it. You work so hard around here, a little employee appreciation is overdue.âÂ
âThatâs so nice,â you chime, âuh, sir, I... I should leave an away message, should I?âÂ
âOh, who cares, come on.âÂ
âWell, I mean...âÂ
âAh, I get it, boss is a real hard ass,â he winks.Â
âSir,â you giggle nervously and teethe your lip. He watches your mouth.Â
âYou can catch up later. Come on, I havenât played hooky in years.âÂ
âHooky?â You stammer.Â
He laughs, âa goody two shoes. Itâs why I hired you but itâs okay to let loose once in a while.âÂ
âI know, Mr. Rogers, itâs just... itâs work.âÂ
âToo much of it and youâll turn into me,â he huffs. âPlease, Iâm sure your husband would hate if you were never home. Never answered the phone.âÂ
âIf I had one, probably,â you blurt out then look away shyly.Â
âReally? I thought...â he begins and shakes his head, âdoesnât matter. Iâll grab my jacket and weâll go. I missed breakfast.âÂ
âUm, sure, sir,â you agree and put your hand on the phone.Â
When he turns, you look down. Missie sent a reply; âplease, drinks are required!â Ooh! Yay.Â
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BL ships that like to devour each other
So the idea for this post came after watching the latest This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans episode, and people in a discord server I am in talking about MosBank in Sunset x Vibes.
"Devour" to swallow or eat up hungrily, voraciously, or ravenously
We have more then enough BL's ships out there. But not every ship is the same. Today I will talk about some ships who don't seem to get enough of each other when it comes to kissing and or NC scenes on screen.
BillyBabe
One of the new ships on the block and they did not dissapoint. Hungry kisses in the shower. As if they have been waiting for a lifetime to kiss each other.
DaouOffroad
Anyone who has seen Love In Translation knows about the iconic earthquake kiss. There was no holding back, they were going all in. To the point you might even wonder if it was their first time kissing each other.
FirstKhao
An GMMTV ship on this list? Yes! We had good kisses already from them in The Eclipse but it only got even better in Only Friends. Perfect hungry kisses.
MosBank
Starhunter's high heat couple is also on the list. They totally look like they actually want to eat one another. They are also very familiar with each other's bodies and how they "fit together". Especially how Moss's hands know exactly where Bank's nipples are at all times even under shirts
SailubPon
I think we can agree that this is a not what we expected ship. They were just a side couple in Pit Babe but boy did they I am sure exceeded our expectations. Also we know Pon from Starhunter and his ship with Bank. But that ship was on the complete opposite side.
Now if you guys are like "Hey but I know another ship who fits!" then feel free to reblog this post and add your pick(s).
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Because I Missed You
CHARACTERS: James Potter x Reader Summary: An unexpected reunion with your old friends from Hogwarts causes your once buried feelings for the spectacled boy to resurface unexpectedly. a/n: bye this is my first time writing this long and for James Potter no less BUT WHO WOULDNT AM I RIGHT. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! likes, comments, feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated !! wc: 2.3k
âItâs the same old feeling back again, itâs the one they had way back when they were too young to know when love is real.â
âThat would be $23.45.â
âHold on,â I open my wallet to take the exact amount out and hand it over to the cashier, making sure that nothing falls, âHere you go.â
âI received the exact amount.â The cashier says, counting how much I gave before putting it in the register and handing over my receipt, âCome again.â
âThank you.â I take the paper bag containing my groceries, trying to hide how I was slightly struggling with carrying it, my arm strength was something that I was never proud of, makes me glad that I use a wand for self-defense instead of my fists when need be.
I step out of the grocery store and start my journey back to the small apartment I know a few blocks away. It's been a few years since I graduated from Hogwarts, and a few months since I decided to live amongst the muggles. After that incident during 7th year, I thought it was in my best interest to distance myself from anyone who knows me or could possibly recognize me. Though I still keep in touch with some of them, namely Lily Evans, and to be fair, she's really the only I still talk to that has any relation to the wizarding world.
I make it halfway to my apartment when I spot the cafe I frequent during my free time. I need a break, I think to myself as I feel the dull ache in my arms starting to form from carrying my grocery bags. I push the cafe doors open, the smell of coffee and pastries immediately greeting me, as well as the sound of customers talking. My eyes scan the menu, trying to find something I have yet to order, before settling on the Jasmine tea and blueberry muffin. Turns out I'm not in the mood to try something new today.
I go to stand in line behind a group of men who seem to be my age, they're a bit loud if you ask me. Okay, scratch that, they're loud. A guy with the black hair is laughing loudly, and the brunette is pushing him by the shoulder, and the last guy is just looking away. I sigh, looking to the side, trying not to pay attention to them. Just order, pay, wait for it, eat, and then go ho-
âY/n?â
What. I look back at the front to see who called me, the black haired guy now facing me, I quickly glance at his whole being before focusing on his face. There's no mistaking it, even after all these years, how can I forget him?
âSirius?â I ask, eyes wide in shock, I didn't expect to see him here. What was he doing here? Wait, if he's here, then the other two are-
âProngs, Moony, I told you it's y/n!â Sirius taps both of them on the shoulder with a grin on his face, they both turn around with shocked faces mirroring mine. âItâs so good to see you again, y/n! It's been a while hasn't it?âÂ
I nod with an unsure smile on my face, âYeah, it has.â I look over them one by one, to see what had changed since the last time I saw them, which was at least three or four years ago now. Remus, who's smiling at me, and Sirius both hadn't changed much, except for the fact that Siriusâ hair is much longer and Remus sporting some scars that weren't there the last time I saw him.
And James⊠I turn to James and see him wearing the same glasses he wore back then, and the same boyish grin he gave everyone he would come across. His face had a shocked expression on before our eyes met, it turned into one with an awkward smile as he tried to mask whatever he was feeling at the moment. Disgust and the urge to leave as quickly as possible I assume.Â
He opens his mouth to say something when the girl at the counter calls out the next customer, making him turn around along with Remus and Sirius, to give their orders. I stare at their backs, their voices mixing into the background, who would've thought I would run into them here out of all places?Â
I focus my attention on them as they finish ordering with James paying and leaving to find a seat first, Sirius and Remus face me with hopeful smiles on their faces. âAre you busy? We were hoping we could catch up for a bit, who knows when we would see each other after this?â Remus asks, nodding his head to the direction where James went, eager to hear my answer.Â
âŠThat shouldn't be too bad right? Just a quick catch up then we'll be in our separate ways after this. I nod at them, their smiles growing as they leave to follow James. I step forward and dictate my order while reaching for my wallet, the girl behind the register stops me as I hand over the amount needed.Â
âOh, no need to pay, one of the guys before you offered to pay for whatever you would order.â I furrow my eyebrows before thanking her and walking away to where the boys were seated. âYou didn't need to pay for me.â I say as I approached their table, James looks up from their conversation and makes eye contact.
âI know, but I wanted to.â He says smiling, not breaking eye contact, as if daring me to go against him. I stayed silent and stared at him for a few seconds, before saying thanks and sat down at the unoccupied seat. Which was, unfortunately, next to James. The table goes quiet, a somewhat awkward silence falling on us. I busy myself by playing with my fingers under the table and staring at the pattern of the table, when Sirius speaks up.
âSo⊠how have you been y/n? No one has really heard from you since we graduated a few years back.â I look up and see all of them staring at me, the sight taking me back to Hogwarts, where they would be looking at me while listening to me rambling about my day. The only difference was we had grown older, our faces slowly losing our teenage features, being replaced with signs of aging.
I tap my fingers on the tabletop, following the rhythm of the music played by the cafe, wondering where and what to start with. I take a deep breath and open my mouth, deciding to say whatever I think about first.
âIâve been doing pretty well, you know, with adjusting to living amongst the muggles and living life the way they do.â Smiling, I waited for them to answer after I asked the same question. Sirius says heâs been the lead singer for one of the muggle bands he joined, and that the band had a gig nearby. That explains why they were here in the first place, what were the chances that they would be at this particular cafe out of the numerous other ones that are spread around this town?Â
Remus talks about how he became a professor at Hogwarts for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and shared how he would see Severus Snape from time to time and exchange glaring glances at one another. Our conversation was interrupted by our orders getting called to be picked up at the counter. I was about to stand up when a hand was placed on my shoulder, stopping me in place, his hand searing.Â
âIâll get it.âÂ
He said, smiling at me as he stood up, before walking off. The warmth from his hand had gone cold too quickly, taking it with him, it had only been a few seconds but I was starting to miss it-Â
Stop that. Stop that right now.Â
My eyes widened as I realized the words that had gone through my mind, that was a highly inappropriate thought about someone, your ex-boyfriend no less. I shake my head and put my focus back on Sirius and Remus in front of me, about to tell Remus to continue his stories while waiting for James to come back, which shouldnât take him too long. But their eyes were somewhere else, I followed their gaze and saw James talking to a girl our age, well more like the girl was talking to James as he was trying to get our order. We were too far from the counter to hear what it was they were talking about, but judging from how the girl was looking him up and down, I was certain it was flirty remarks disguised as a casual conversation.Â
âOhoho, seems like Prongs has another one trying to get his number, huh Moony? Isnât she, like, the fifth one today?â Sirius laughs loudly as he swings an arm around Remusâ chair, leaning forward to get a better view of what was happening, the latter just sighs and shakes his head. âDonât forget to mention that it's only our second day here, and sheâs the fifteenth one since yesterday. And Iâm pretty sure they all tried to ask him on a date as well.âÂ
âAll tried to ask him on a dateâ? Did he accept any of those offers? I mean, he doesnât have a reason to not give one of them a shot, especially if theyâre extremely attractive like that girl heâs talking to right now. Makes me wonder how many people asked him out the past few years. Wait, is he even seeing someone right now-
ây/n, stop staring at him so hard, you might burn a hole through him.â I snap out of my train of thought as Sirius taps the space in front of my hand, catching my attention. âYou look like how you did when other people asked him out to the yule ball back at hogwarts.â He continued while laughing, my face falling at his comment. Had I been actuallyâŠ?Â
Remus gets startled as he notices the change in my facial expression, he slaps Sirius at his arm while telling him to cut it out, the latter letting out a small yelp at the impact. Remus turns to face me again, slightly hesitating, the next words that came out of his mouth made me grab my things and stand up.Â
âBut⊠Do you still like him, y/n?âÂ
âIâm leaving, it was good to see you guys.â I say as I start heading towards the door, making Remus and Sirius stand up while calling after me.Â
Did I actually still like him, even after having no-contact for years? The question remained in my mind as I walked out of the cafe, missing the way Jamesâ expression turned into one of panic when he spotted me going out. Excusing himself from the (one-sided) conversation the girl was having with him and rushing after me, forgetting about the orders. I hear someone yelling out my name, but I pay it no mind, instead opting to yell back. âI have to go, sorry!âÂ
ây/n, wait a minute!âÂ
A hand wraps around my wrist, the one that wasnât carrying anything but my purse, stopping me from going forwards. I turn back and see James panting a bit, his hair ruffled from running, small beads of sweat starting to drip down the sides of his forehead due to the heat of his jacket. We both stopped in the middle of the walkway, no one speaking, the only sounds that can be heard were from around us and his breaths, his hand still keeping me bound to where I stood.Â
After catching his breath, he stands up straight, making eye contact with me. âWhyâd you leave?â He asks, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I shift and look away, pursing my lips, unsure of what to answer.
âI have things to do.âÂ
âBut your order?â
âI can live without it.âÂ
Silence falls on us again, my answers rendering him unable to keep the conversation going, and getting the answers that would satisfy his curiosity. I was about to pull my wrist out of his grip, and excuse myself to leave, when he spoke up again.
âI missed you.â I look back at him upon hearing his straight-forward statement. He had missed me?Â
â...You did?â He nodded, not missing a beat. Everyday ever since you left he adds. I didn't speak after that,I wasnât about to let him know that I was the same as him, that there was also never a day that I never thought about him.Â
âCan I have your number? So that we can hang out again after this, if you want?âÂ
â...Alright.â I nod and recite my telephone number, watching as he mouthed the numbers to remember, repeating it two more times. Cute.Â
âI can, um, help you with that if you want? It's quite a lot.â He offers to carry some of my groceries, his head gesturing to the paper bags in my other arm. I shake my head, refusing his offer.Â
âItâs fine, I can handle it. But, I really have to go now.â I tell him, turning my body away from him, taking my wrist out of his grip in the process. He wants to say something, but ultimately decides against it as he nods his head in understanding.Â
âOkay⊠can we meet each other at this cafe tomorrow then?â He asks.
âI⊠donât see why not. Sirius and Remus are also going to be there right?âÂ
He shakes his head. âNo, just the two of us tomorrow.â
I furrow my eyebrows at his answer. Donât assume things, y/n, ask him why first before you get ahead of yourself.
âWhy?â
âBecause I missed you.â
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LIE DETECTOR TEST : RENSUKE KUNIGAMIÂ
âč summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but theyâve got to answer twitterâs unfiltered questions
âč pairing : rensuke kunigami x reader (established relationship)
âč wc : 740
âč warnings : fem!reader with she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as a âgirlfriendâ, unedited, suggestive/nsfw. MINORS DNI
âč a/n : kunigami was highly requested and Iâm sorry for such a long wait but I finally got the motivation to write his part!! lmk who should be interviewed next <33 ALSO if anyone has a reblog of bachiraâs version pls send me the link. I never saved it before I deactivated my previous acc TT
âč isagiâs version | bachiraâs version
Kunigamiâs never been hooked up to a polygraph before. Heâs never been in an interview like this before either. When the teamâs PR manager introduced the idea to the team, Kunigami was rather excited for something so fun and unique. Itâd definitely get them more attention and hopefully expand their fan base. Not to mention, he used to love watching those âanswering your tweetsâ interviews so he was looking forward to being on the other end of the screen this time.Â
He, however, did not expect the fans to be so dirty minded.Â
âTwitter user @/rensuckmyclit asks âHow do you feel about breeding and how do I get myself a rensuke creampie??ââ
He shouldnât be so surprised, not after hearing what Isagi and Bachira had to answer but he was hoping heâd get some tame questions. How in the hell was he supposed to answer this?
It didnât help that he could hear the two men beside him laughing at his expression, one of shock, confusion and embarrassment. But heâs made his bed and now heâs gotta lie in it or however the saying goes.Â
âYeah breeding isâŠnice, and uh you canât?â his statement coming out as more of a question.Â
All heads in the room turn to Milo, the polygraph examiner, curious to hear his verdict but are met with an old man frowning at his machine. âInconclusive.â
âMaybe try saying more than just two words, idiot,â Isagi sarcastically adds as he punches his arm.Â
âDonât bother lying, Miloâill catch ya,â Bachira adds, grinning mischievously at the ginger.Â
âIâll repeat the question for you: âHow do you feel about breeding and how do I get myself a rensuke creampie??ââ
âHow are you even saying that with a straight face?!â Kunigami questions. âUgh nevermind.âŠBreeding is uhâŠa yes for me.â
âSo youâre into it?â
âYes Iâm into it,â he sighs.
âMilo?â
âTruthâ
âAnd as for the second part of the questionâgod I canât believe Iâm about to say this on cameraâ,â Kunigami drags his hand down his face and mutters out the rest of the answer, âonly Y/N gets a ârensuke creampieâ.â He uses his free hand to form air quotes for the embarrassing term.Â
âY/N?â the interviewer questions.
âMy girlfriend. Now can I get the next question before these two pass out? Megs looks like he forgot how to breatheâ dammit its not that funny!â Hearing their usually collected teammate lose his temper over this only released another wave of cackles from the boys, contagious enough that even the polygraph examiner and the interviewer couldnât hold back their chuckles. Kunigami can only huff in embarrassment as he waits for whatâs next.
âOkay, okay⊠our next question is from twitter user @/kunigamisrightasscheekhairs.â
âWhat the fuck are these handles?â
âI think theyâre creative,â Bachira snickers.
âThey ask âWhatâs the weirdest thing youâve been asked to sign?ââ
Kunigami takes a second to reflect on all his fan interactions. Frowning, he hums in thought and just when he thinks heâs got answer he remembers an even odder instance. On the outside he looks like a fish opening and closing its mouth with nothing ever coming out until finally he sits up straighter to respond, âSomeone once asked me to sign her tits.âÂ
âWhatâs the verdict Milo? Is he telling the truth?â
âYup.â
âWell did you do it?â
âDo what?â
âSign the girlâs tits.â
âI donât need to answer that so I wonâtâ Kunigami smirks at Isagi feeling smart but the blue eyed man just smirks back, âWell that just makes it seem like you definitely did. I wonder if Y/N knows about this. Should I tell her?â
Isagi is met with Kunigamiâs playful glare and a series of curses thrown at him, all of which will be censored out when this episode is posted on BlueTube.Â
However, the room is silenced when Kunigami goes serious. He turns to the camera with a straight face, âIâm only admitting this because I donât want any false accusations of me cheating or anything going around. Yes I signed her tits. And yes Y/N knows about it. They were her tits. And because I know one of these two idiots will ask, yes we were dating at the time.â
âAll true,â the examiner confirms but one look at Kunigamiâs face would be more than enough to know if he was really telling the truth. Afterall, his face was turning redder than his hair.Â
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I just got this idea and I trust your writing the most, I was wondering if you could write ,unless you already wrote this, where the reader steals König or ghost masks or anyone else and their reaction (nsfw or sfw is fine), thank you have a great day :))
König & Ghost's Reaction to their S/O Stealing their Mask
Warnings: Implications of Smut, Dominant Ghost, Dominant König, Territorial Military Men <3, Minor Spoilers of Ghost's Past, Mention of a Size Kink, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You.
König
Since he's absolutely massive, the ends of his sniper veil literally reach the bottom of your ribcage.
So when König sees you wear it for the first time, he's absolutely F L O O R E D
We don't call him Size Kink König for no reason.
Goes absolutely feral when he sees you draped in his veil.
Can barely keep his hands off you.
"Maus," he husks, fingers twitching as he reaches for you slowly, cautiously, offering you the chance to go with him willingly.
"You don't know what you're doing to me."
Even without the veil, his eyes are dark, a blackness settling over them that, somewhere in your mind, your intuition, has you seeing red.
Regardless of how innocent your intent when acquiring the mask, none of that matters now.
All that does is the growing bulge in König's pants, the shortness of his breath, and his shadow settling over you as he advances on your path.
"You'll be needing that mask more than I will after I'm done with you."
And when you dare to ask "Why ?" now entrapped â eclipsed â by his frame, he just smiles, thin and sharp. Cruel.
He takes you in his arms, pulling you to him, your face almost crushed into his chest.
He laughs. A low rumble â the promise of a natural disaster.
His nose is to yours covered by the veil, a condescending gesture of his prowess and your submission. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
"Because everyone will get a free show to the fallout of an evening youâve roped yourself into."
As if to prove his point, his hands are at your wrists before you even notice the pressure he's applying there, binding you, pulling you ever closer to him. And in that second, you know you're not leaving your little stunt â the night â unscathed.
Ghost
Hoo boy.
Okay, it's no secret to anyone who knows Ghost â really knows him â that he's suffered a lot of hardship throughout his life, hencewhy he is the way he is.
Which others may construe as cold, heartless â even soulless.
But that's only because Simon has lost so much.
So when he comes home to find you in one of his masks, smiling up at him (he can tell by the way your eyes crinkle), he's immediately whipped.
And I mean W H I P P E D.
To see the one person he can truly call his own wearing his gear is something he didn't know he needed until now.
Sure, he's seen you in his shirts, but this felt different. More intimate.
Your face was where his usually was, his spectral imprint practically morphed with the contours of your face.
Though it needn't be mentioned, he has a hard time... containing himself.
"Fuuuck me, Darlin'," he rasps, on you like a sickness as he sits on top of you, pinning you to the sofa by your waist.
"Y'look better in that than I do."
And you smile. Something intentional hidden within.
"Hmm... I doubt that." You can feel Simon's body heat rocketing beneath his clothes.
"You know I can't resist you when you wear it."
And that's all it takes to send him over the edge.
You hear his breath shake as he rolls into you ever so slightly, still restraining his whole weight to keep you intact. Something began to prod your abdomen.
"Oh, you're in for it now," he tells you. There is not a single hint of fallacy to his claim or his expression â one of barely stoic restraint.
"You won't be able to do much of anything by the time I'm through with you."
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I Want It All: Part 3
Part 1, Part 2
Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist
Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Asexual!Reader, Astarion x Bard!Reader
Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft!Astarion, Allusion to Astarion's Past (Sexual Assult/Dissociation)
Summary: You and Astarion had been playing this little game of yours for a while; he pretends to care, you pretend not to fall for it. Itâs easy, even fun at times. The trouble is, what happens the moment you canât pretend anymore?
A/N: Holy shit! It's done! Thank you so much to everyone who has commented and reblogged and just...everything. I cannot tell you how much it means to be to know this story has resonated with so many people. I don't have any plans to continue this as a larger story (I still haven't played the game); however, if anyone would like to send requests for small one-shots or headcanons involving Astarion and this Asexual!Tav, feel free to send me an ask.
Also, sorry if I didn't tag you. There were a lot of request, so I stuck to those who asked on the previous chapter.
And as always REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED VALIDATION TO SURVIVE!!!
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You didnât sleep that night, but what else did you expect?
For hours you simply lay in the dark, staring at the window. The patter of rain was the only source of sound besides your own breathing. Even that small comfort didnât last as the storm passed leaving behind cloud covered silence.
No tears came to you. What had you to grieve over? Everything you felt had been a product of your imagination. You knew that.
Still, it ached. There was a throbbing in your throat you couldnât swallow down and a constant pressure behind your eyes. You almost wished you would cry, just to get it out of your system. If you could have a nice little breakdown, there was a chance you could get over this. It would be the slap in the face you needed to accept reality. Maybe then youâd stop doing this to yourself.
All the same, it stayed there, pressing heavy on your chest until the sun teased the edges of the clouds beaconing morning.
You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. You couldnât lie and wallow the rest of the day. You had things to do, places to be, worms to destroy. The sooner you had something else to occupy your thoughts the better.
With an effort you pulled yourself out of bed and slowly made your way to the dining room.
You were a bit surprised to see everybody already up. Wyll, Karlach, Laeâzel, Shadowheart, and Gale were already seated with plates of half eaten food in front of them. Two seats were still empty, settings ready and untouched. A quick look around confirmed the rest, Astarion had yet to make an appearance.
âMorning everyone,â you said, trying your best to be cheerful as you sat yourself between Gale and Wyll. Â
You could feel all their eyes on you, no doubt noticing the dark circles under yours.
âMorning,â Gale greeted. âI trust you slept well.â
He let out a small yelp of pain.
You looked up to catch him glaring at Shadowheart as she shot him a disapproving look.
You frowned. Did she just kick him?
âI mean, ah, did you lie comfortably?â he amended.
âSeriously?â Karlach questioned.
You swore you could feel the heat of Galeâs blush, as he grumbled into his toast. âDamn it, you know what I mean.â
âDo I?â you asked.
âWe just hoped you spent the rest of the nightâŠpleasantly,â Wyll tried, and ultimately failed.
Your stomach flipped, as harsh, dreadful realization washed over you. Yes, of course they would.
âYou donât look well,â Laeâzel noted. âAfter all his boasting, I had thought Astarion would leave his partners more satisfied.â
You didnât say anything, deciding to take a bite of egg as an excuse. Now would be a great time for the ground to open and swallow you into the hells. Gods knew it would be an improvement.
âSheâs right,â Shadowheart said, sounding a little annoyed to admit it. âYou do look tired and not the good kind. Did something happen?â
âDid he hurt you,â Wyll said, his brow furrowing in sudden concern.
âWhat?! No!â you said quickly. âNothing happened.â
âHowâd you mean nothing happened?â Karlach put in. âWe all saw what we saw. How could anyone turn down all of that?â
Fresh embarrassment washed over you, making you wish you could erase the last twenty-four hours and crawl into the nearest, deepest hole. You had spent the whole night worried about what Astarion would make of your vision, you had all but forgotten you had shared that part of yourself with all of your companions. Of course they would have their own interpretations.
âIt wasnât like that.â
A quick look around the table gave away the doubtful thoughts of all. Â
You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm. They werenât going to believe you if you were emotional about this.
âLook, I appreciate your concern, but Iâm fine. As I said, nothing happened. We talked, and it became clear that we just want different things. Thatâs the beginning and the end of it. Now are we done or are you all going to keep chattering on like a bunch of fishwives?â
The silence at the table was palpable as everyone exchanged looks.
Alright, maybe being calm wasn't a realistic expectation, but you hadnât lied. Sure, there were some details you neglected to share, but that really was the long and the short of it. He hadnât done anything wrong and neither had you. It just didnât work out.
The plain truth of it settled in your heart carving out a hollow space for it to lay in.
Gale was the first to act, clearing his throat. âFair enough, the matter is closed. Please, accept our apology. With such an intimate group as ours, itâs sometimes easy to forget that oneâs personal matters can be well and truly personal.â
He looked at the rest of the group, each nodding in agreement to various degrees of reluctancy.
âJust for the record though, if you need someone to knock some sense into that pretty boyâs head, you just need to ask,â Karlach offered.Â
Despite yourself, you had to smile. âIâll think about it.â
You then turned to Gale, who met you with kind eyes and a comforting smile. You let yourself be warmed by it, even if you still felt a little guilty for snapping. He really did understand. It was easy for heartbreak to recognize heartbreak.
âThank you,â you murmured.Â
To your surprise, his first instinct wasnât to reach for words, but rather your hand as he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze.Â
âAnytime.âÂ
âGood morning everyone. Gossiping without me?â
You whipped your head around to find Astarion standing near the head of the table, a sardonic smile on his lips and a hard glare in his eyes. No doubt he had heard everything.Â
Everybody shifted in their seats, glancing between you and Astarion. You averted your gaze, focusing hard on the table in front of you.Â
Galeâs hand still rested over yours. Whatever comfort it had given you, faded as something akin to panic flooded your veins. In the next second, you rose from your chair, scraping it hard against the floor in your hurry.Â
âIâve still got some packing to do,â you said. âBe back down in a few.âÂ
Cowardâs way out? Yes, but after the night you had, you figured you were entitled to it.Â
Keeping your head down, you slipped past Astarion, feeling him watch you as you made your way back up the stairs.Â
If you had lingered a moment, you might have caught the flash of hurt in his eyes. You might have noticed how his clothes were more rumpled than usual. You might even have seen his hand twitch with the instinct to reach for yours. But you didnât see, and anything that might have happened disappeared in a brush of air.Â
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The next several days carried on in much the same way. Not as torturous as that first morning, but still a drudge of avoidance and awkward silences.Â
In your defense, Astarion seemed just as keen to keep his distance. Where he used to be your preverbal shadow, filling the hours of travel with idle teasing and conversation, now he kept to the back, his mouth decidedly shut.Â
The others caught on and seemed determined to make up the difference. Karlach, Shadowheart and Wyll especially made a point to walk alongside you, telling stories and jokes in an attempt to make you smile.Â
You did your best. They meant well, but in some ways they only served to emphasize the absence of another.Â
Gale, on the other hand, had the foresight to try a different approach. He made it clear he didnât expect you to talk, but always made sure you had the best spot by the fire and a little extra of whatever he made for the camp. You had to wonder if Tara had provided a similar comfort to him after Mystra. It was obvious he had the practice.Â
Even Laeâzel offered to help you train it off, something about how your, âobjectively weak body had left the rest of you vulnerable to attackâ. A part of you felt the insult, but the gesture was appreciated.Â
Honestly, all of this care was starting to make you feel guilty. None of them were giving Astarion the same courtesy. He wasnât being shunted exactly, but the message was loud and clear; they were on your side.Â
This was met by him taking a step back from the late night conversations. His interactions with the others were kept short and lacked his usual humorous flare. He took his shifts on watch alone and he spent even more time either roaming the forest or in his tent.Â
The only person he consistently spoke to was Gale, which should have raised some alarm bells on their own, but you never caught what they were discussing. All you knew was Astarion never appeared especially pleased while Gale gave a look of someone begging the gods for patience.Â
All of this was your fault. You just wanted things to go back to normal. Even if you couldnât be with Astarion the way you imagined, you still valued his friendship. If this kept up, there was a chance he might decide to leave all together. An olive branch was needed, something to signal you didnât hold a grudge or expect anything more.Â
The answer came to you one early evening as you took note of his haggard looks and less than graceful steps out of camp. He hadnât fed on you in a week and there was only so much deer and boar could do.Â
You considered simply offering up your neck, but that felt too forward. Besides, you werenât sure if you were ready to have him that close. The only other solution you could think of was to bleed yourself somehow.Â
This proved more difficult than you first imagined. Astarion seemed to have an instinct for where to bite, balancing enough blood for himself without causing any permanent damage. You couldnât boast the same. It took more than one cut to fill an empty goblet with what you hoped to be the right amount of blood. Youâd ask Shadowheart to heal you properly later. Hopefully sheâd accept a poorly executed knife trick as an excuse.Â
You wrapped your wrist as best you could and, watching to make sure the others werenât looking, slipped into Astarionâs tent.Â
You were immediately hit with the scent of bergamot, rosemary, and aged brandy. A sense of calm washed over you at the familiar combination, settling comfortably in your lungs as you took in the space.
 A single candle remained lit, allowing just enough light for you to appreciate the rich purple and red fabrics lining the walls as well as the sheer number of pillows littering the floor. How he managed to pack so many was a mystery you doubt you would ever solve. The whole set up was down right ornate, but considering this was Astarion you were talking about, you shouldnât have been surprised.Â
It was only then you realized youâd never been inside before. Heâd invited you more than once, but youâd always turned him down preferring to keep your feeding session in the open air. You had known, even then, any closer would give the wrong impression; all for naught it seemed.
You pushed the thought aside, pulling your attention back to the matter at hand. There had to be some place you could put the goblet where he wouldnât knock it over. Why did he have to keep a side table outside the tent?
A shuffle came from just outside. Focusing your ears, you caught the tread of boots on grass transition to the nearly silent carpet just outside the tent flap. You turned using those handful of extra seconds to school your features into something passively innocent as Astarion ducked inside.
His whole body froze, his arm holding the fabric above his head as his eyes went wide. For a long moment, neither of you said anything.Â
You took advantage of his momentary shock to examine his appearance more closely. He lookedâŠwell, tired and more than a little confused. No blood marked his shirt or his lips. His pants appeared to have taken a tear or two from a bramble bush. Even his hair looked just a bit disheveled in a way so unlike himself. Â
âNo luck hunting?â you said, unable to keep the concern out of your voice.Â
He stared, as if your words were coming from somewhere far away and required extra time to reach his ears.
âIâve had better,â he finally said.Â
You nodded in understanding, shifting awkwardly as your eyes went to the goblet in your hands.Â
âHere,â you offered. âNo offense, but you look like you could use it.â
He gave a tight smile. âIâd say no offense taken, but this is me weâre talking about.â All the same, he took the cup, sniffing it cautiously. He blinked hard, his brows furrowing as he stuck his nose further into the cup and took a deep whiff.Â
âIs this yours?â he asked.Â
You shrugged, holding up your bandaged wrist. âWhose else would it be?â
His mouth parted slightly as if to say something before closing it again.Â
âYou didnât have to do that,â he said, his tone oddly serious.Â
âI know,â you assured. âI just wanted to make sure you were okay.â
Once again, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but instead released a breath of a laugh, allowing whatever tension he had formed in those last few seconds to fall from his shoulders.Â
âI know I shouldnât be surprised, but it seems I canât help it with you.âÂ
Before you could ask him what exactly he meant, he raised the goblet to his lips and drank.Â
The effect was instantaneous. Your blood met his tongue and any control he had slipped away. His pupils dilated to those of a predator as he guzzled the whole thing down in two deep swallows. He let out a gasp of air before returning to the cup, licking the sides so not to waste a drop. A low hum of bliss came from deep in his chest as he savored the rest, allowing his fingers to scrap the bottom before bringing it back to his mouth.Â
The sight should have left you horrified, but in truth, it was encouraging. Things would be different, but you could at least provide him this.Â
âDo you need more?â you asked.Â
This time his laugh was loud and genuine as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before licking the remains; yet another thing you found inexplicably endearing. He really was just a big cat sometimes.Â
âDangerous thing to offer me in this state, darling,â he said. âLuckily for you, I found a nice burrow of rabbits yesterday.âÂ
Once satisfied there was truly nothing left, he set the goblet down on the ground before turning his attention to your wrist.Â
âLet me see,â he said, reaching out a hand.Â
âItâs fine,â you promised. âIâll get Shadowheart to look at it later.âÂ
âIâll be the judge of that, give it here.â
Knowing there was no fighting him, you relented, allowing him to unwrap the bandages. Â
He visibly winced as he examined the litter of harsh scratches along your skin. âWhat did you use? A rusty spoon?âÂ
âI had trouble finding a good vein,â you said, feeling the need to defend yourself. You hadnât thought it looked that bad.Â
âOh is that all? And here I thought youâd lost an argument with a displacer beast.âÂ
You pressed your lips into an annoyed line, but Astarion was already digging around his pack, coming back with a salve and potion of healing. Â
âDrink this.â
You shook your head, ignoring the pleasant little flutter in your chest at the gesture. âI told you, Iâll just ask Shadowheart.â
âOh this isnât just for you,â he said, dryly. âDo you think I want her believing youâd willingly butcher yourself just to give me a proper meal? Neither of us would hear the end of it.âÂ
A small flush of embarrassment worked up your neck. He was right, of course. The party really hadnât been subtle in their disapproval. It was the reason you had tried for discretion.Â
Without further protest you accepted the potion.Â
This seemed to appease him as he quickly got to work on applying the salve.Â
He had bought it not long after you had come to your little feeding arrangement. It helped to sooth small cuts and bruises while minimizing the threat of scars. He had initially offered to provideâŠother services to relieve the pain, but you had declined. This was the compromise. Youâd offered to do it yourself, but he insisted, claiming it was the least he could do. In truth, it was all veryâŠtransactional.Â
This felt different. The hesitation he so often held, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, was gone. His touch was gentle, his expression focused and his body oddly relaxed. It didnât feel like an obligation, but an act of kindness, one he was more than willing to give.Â
Any nerves that remained slipped away. You could find a way to live with this. Certainly it was more than others had given you in the past.Â
Once he was done, he pulled fresh bandages from his bag and began redressing your wounds with decidedly more precision than you had.Â
âI am glad youâre here,â he said, breaking the silence. âI was hoping we could talk.â
A sharp sting of anxiety pressed itself into your skin.Â
âOh?âÂ
He nodded, tying off the bandage. âI think itâs important.â
You swallowed. The instinct to run pulled at your feet, but you managed to keep it in check. You owed him that much.Â
âWell, Iâm here soâŠletâs talk.â
He breathed out an audible sigh of relief, raising his hands up as he took a small step back.
âJust stand there a moment. Donât move.â
He spun around, rummaging through various bags before letting out a cry of triumph. He stepped back holding what looked to be a violin string glowing with magical golden light.Â
Your head tilted to the side as your eyes narrowed. âIs thatâŠ?â
âPart of the violin, yes,â he admitted. âBit of a story. Short version, Gale was able to extract one of the strings. It shouldnât cause any permanent damage to the instrument, as far as I know.âÂ
You raised a doubtful eyebrow. âAnd Gale just let you pluck this from his tent did he?â
Astarion shifted uncomfortably. âNot exactly. I, ah, may have had some trouble understanding how it worked andâŠinquired as to his assistance.â
âYou asked Gale for help?â you asked, astonished.
âDonât make me relive the experience,â he lamented. âHe told me the strings themselves have different magical properties in order to create the effect you demonstrated the other night. Apparently this one alone compels people to tell the truth.âÂ
He then took the string and carefully wrapped it around his wrist before handing the other half to you.Â
Your eyes widened, glancing between him and the offered cord. âWhat are you doing?â
âLeveling the playing field,â he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You shook your head, taking a step back. âYou donât have to do that.â
His lips curved into a self deprecating smile. âI think I do though. I havenât been honest with you andâŠwhile thatâs not exactly unique to you, the regret I have is. So you see, it really is a selfish action. If Iâm to be free of this, I need to know for certain you understand that what I say next is the truthâŠall of it.âÂ
Your mouth opened to protest, but the words caught in your throat. The expression on his face was one you had never seen before. While he did his best to hide under his usual indifferent airs, his eyes gave him away. Youâd never seen them so open and unsure.Â
Slowly, you took the other end, feeling a familiar tingle spread through your fingers.Â
âAlright,â you said, cautiously. âWhatâs your favorite color?â
Flashes of red shot across your vision, moonlit skies and a pair of eyes you only just caught to be your own before the image settled on something else entirely.
âPink,â Astarion blurted.
Your eyebrows shot up as the start of a delighted smile spread across your face.
 âAnd orange,â he amended quickly, âand dark blue andâŠhonestly just the color of the sky at sunrise.â He pouted as if annoyed at the words that escaped his lips, but he shook it off. âAlright, you had your little test run. Give me something harder.âÂ
You considered a moment. It was very tempting to continue on with some more embarrassing questions, but that wasnât the purpose of all of this. Best to start at the beginning.Â
âWhat did you think of me when we first met?â you asked.
He grimaced, guilt evident not just through his averted gaze but the tug of the string between you. âYou were a target,â he admitted. âAt best a convenient meat shield. You were just soâŠopen, ready to trust. Manipulating you would be easy.â
You took a deep breath, ignoring the stab of pain between your ribs. You should have expected as much. He wasnât exactly subtle.Â
âAnd thatâs what you were trying to do the other night, manipulate me?â
âYes.â
Another stab of guilt, a flash of your own back walking out of a candle lit room as a hand that was not your own reached hopelessly outward.Â
Your actual jaw clenched. âI donât need your pity.â
âItâs not pity.â
âThen what?!â you snapped. âHells bells Astarion, do you even like me?â
âYou drive me to acts of insanity,â he said indignantly, raising up the glowing cord around his wrist as proof. âDo you think Iâd willing subject myself to days of Galeâs passive aggressive commentary on my personal life for just anyone? Of course I like you. Gods below!â
You stared, unable to deny the waves of exasperation mixed with the sound of your own laughter as heard through anotherâs ears. Something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in the chest of the body opposite you making your mind spin, as you tried to re-establish the divide.Â
âWhy did you ask me to come to you?â you asked. âWhat were you hoping to gain?â
Astarion took a deep breath. It was only then you noticed how tightly he was holding the chord linking you.
âI was hoping to get back on track,â he said, slowly. âI had a plan when we met. A nice simple plan. Seduce you, bed you, manipulate your emotions so youâd never turn on me. It was easyâŠinstinctive.âÂ
He met your eyes and for the first time, you felt him fight against the images threatening to breach the gap between you. You caught the barest flashes, memories of half forgotten faces passing by one after another. Shame and vile brushed the edges of your mind, and quickly faded as Astarion regained control.Â
âBut, you seemed immune to my attempts,â he continued. âI could tell you enjoyed my attentions, but you never asked for more. My simple plan that had worked on countless targets, couldnât get off the ground. And yet, you still gave me blood, protectionâŠtrust. I couldnât understand it. I found myself wanting to know more, to know you. To anticipate what you would ultimately ask in exchange. And then that night, you showed me exactly what it was you desired.â
Something slipped through. You saw yourself in the center of the tavern with darkness surrounding you. A rise of fear entered your heart as you heard your name called from familiar lips. And then, the world shifted, light came back into the world and it wasâŠbeautiful.Â
âI thought I finally understood you,â he said. âA poor repressed urchin who had been hurt one too many times. All that was required was a more gentle touch. I could provide that. It wouldnât be the first time.âÂ
He paused, his expression softening. âAnd then you had to do the most inconsiderate thing and surprise me all over again: you asked for my heart, in exchange for yours. I should have been elated. It meant my plan had worked, not the way I intended, but you had fallen for itâŠfor me. The trouble was, I hadnât accounted for the possibility that I would fall for you.â
You stared, unable to say anything as a well of emotion threatened to burst from you. It was as if someone pulled a bow across your chest, creating a resonating sound that moved in harmony with your very soul.Â
It was true, all of it.Â
By some miracle, you wrestled back control over your lungs and tongue.Â
âWhy didnât you say anything?âÂ
âI didnât know how,â he admitted. âEven if I had, would you have believed me?â
You averted your gaze. It was answer enough.Â
âItâs alright,â he said, offering a wry smile. âSmart really. I wouldnât have believed me either.âÂ
You nodded in appreciation, your mind still reeling from everything he had just confessed.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â he asked.Â
You frowned, unable to shake a question that had been stirring for some time.Â
âDo you even want to have sex with me?â
His eyebrows shot into his hairline, his mouth falling open. âIâm standing here baring my soul to you and thatâs what you ask?â
âYou asked me what I was thinking,â you defended. âBesides, itâs a relevant question.âÂ
He looked like he wanted to argue, but let it go just as quickly with a huff.Â
âWell?â you prompted.Â
He made a series of non-commital noises, his mouth half forming words before being wrenched in another direction. The chord between you glowed brighter, twisting just a little deeper into his skin.
âIâŠdonât really know,â he said, slightly stilted, as if surprised by his own answer. âTo be clear, I do find you physically enticing. In that aspect at least, Iâd hardly qualify bedding you a chore, but... I spent two centuries using lust and desire to lure people back to him. In that time I developed the habit of taking myself out of my body, looking at it as if it were happening to somebody else. Even in those rare times it could be pleasurable, I still walked away feeling nothing but disgust and loathing. I donât want those feelings associated with you. At the same time, I canât help thinking that if we were together, it would be different. But, donât take that to mean I expect it. Like I said, I donât even know if I want it. Honestly, before you said it, I didnât know saying no was an option.â
You took all of that in, your heart clenching as the full weight of what Cazador did to him settled on your mind. Red filed your vision, the sympathetic ache replaced with a rush of fury. He was a dead man. One way or another, you would see Cazador bloodied by the end of all of this. But as quickly as it had come you let the emotion pass. This wasnât about him. You wouldnât let him intrude any more on this moment.Â
âWhat do you want from me then?â you asked, softly.Â
To your relief, something familiar and teasing flashed across his face.Â
âI thought Iâd made that obvious.â
With his free hand, he cupped your cheek allowing his thumb to lightly caress your skin. His scarlet eyes burned not with lust, but something warmer and just as desperate.Â
âYou showed me the chorus of your heart. How could anyone look upon that and not desire it? The trouble is, the price you asked. IâŠI donât know how to pay it. I donât know how to be with someone that way, but Iâm willing to learn. I want it all. I want you to have it all.âÂ
The connection between you burned hot in your hand, but you couldnât let it go. It felt so warm, so real. It filled every empty part of you to the point of bursting and still you wanted more. You were insatiable.Â
Astarion looked just as lost as you, his eyes glazed over with too many emotions for you to name. His body began to tremble. It was becoming too much.Â
In an instant you pulled his hand away, unwrapping the chord from around his wrist and tossing it aside.
He took a sudden deep breath as if coming up for air after being submerged in deep water.Â
âShit,â he cursed, gulping for air. Closing his eyes, he ran a hand down his face as he tried to calm.Â
Your eyes widened as you caught the angry marks left behind on his wrist.Â
âAre you alright?â
He blinked hard as if clearing spots from his vision. âIâm fine. Wasnât expecting that is all.â He turned his focus to you with a bewildered expression. âDoes it always feel like that?â
âThatâs admittedly a first for me,â you confessed. You reached out your hand, glancing at his injury. âLet me see.â
He followed your gaze frowning, as if surprised to note the welts forming on his wrist. Still he stepped closer allowing you to examine them without protest.Â
âDoes it hurt?â you asked.Â
He shook his head. âSort of numb, honestly, tingly.â
You nodded, swallowing hard to keep the rise of guilt and fear at bay. It didnât help.Â
âIâm sorry,â you said, quickly.Â
He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. âDonât think a little thing like this is going to scare me off. I meant what I said. I intend to give you your fill.â
âYou donât have to give it all at once,â you promised. âI can be patient when it counts.âÂ
A sly smile turned at his lips. âI almost hope you wonât. Youâre not the only one who's starving.â
Heat spread up your neck, something Astarion undoubtedly caught as he gave a low laugh.Â
âWell, now that weâve cleared the air, what happens next?â he asked.Â
âIâmâŠnot sure,â you admitted. âNobody else has ever given me the chance to figure that out.âÂ
He nodded slowly, before taking a small step back. His head tilted as if to examine you from every angle. A question started to form on your tongue just as the start of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly straightened before placing a hand on his chest and regarded you with a deep bow.Â
You grinned, matching him with a curtsy of your own.Â
He then offered his hand, which you easily took before he pulled you just a little closer. Your other hand found his shoulder while his pressed lightly on your waist. And then you did what was only natural. You danced.Â
It wasnât anything elaborate. There was no fire or sparks of magic. You simply moved together to a song of your own imagination. It stirred in your chest, the barest pluck of a melody, but it was yours and his; the promise of a symphony to come.
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boyfriend headcanons ⥠s. winchester
pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader
word count: 1.2K
warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, a smidge of angst in the beginning, some suggestive content, no smut, lowercase intended
a/n: i will make a dean version and probs a pt. 2 for sammy if I come up with some more headcanons! also did not expect this to be as long as it became lol
please enjoy and reblog and comment! i love hearing your thoughts.
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⥠some fears before dating you
before you got into a relationship with sam, he was very hesitant about dating or liking anyone romantically (he knows that he doesnât have the best track record with love)Â
but when you came into his life, you broke down those barriers (without him realizing it), and he became more accepting of his feelings for you (even if it scared him shitless)Â
you had to drill into his head that whatever happened to you would never be his fault bc you knew heâd drown in his guilt if you got hurt or worse. it took time for him to accept that something would happen to you that it wasnât his faultÂ
okay, now onto the more happy stuff (sorry didnât mean to start with the more heavy stuff, lol)Â
⥠the actual headcanonsÂ
heâs the best partner ever!!Â
sam has a big heart and holds a lot of love for you, and though he can be hesitant to say the words for fear of jinxing the relationship (heâs superstitious about it), he shows how much he loves you through his actions!Â
he would have a mix of all of the love languages (obviously, everyone shows a mix of them), but his top three would definitely be quality time, acts of service, and physical touchÂ
⥠physical touchÂ
i think that early seasons sam would be much more tactical with his touch and showing you physical affectionÂ
would use any and every excuse in the handbook to touch you in some way. resting a hand on your shoulder, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear or forehead, etc.Â
but post szn 5 and 12 sam, he would shy away from it at first, and you would totally understand and let him take the approach first, never initiating it until he feels like he can handle itÂ
but this goes hand in hand with PDA in any szn, heâs not big on PDA heâs okay with hand-holding and pecks on the lips, temple, or cheeks but not overt displays of affection but behind closed doors, it's free reign for him aside from the PDAÂ
he LOVES getting his hair played with like without a shadow of a doubt, i know in my heart of hearts that sam winchester is a fiend for getting his hair played withÂ
is a cuddle bug doesnât matter if itâs sweltering hot; he loves to have you in his arms no matter what secretly loves when it gets cold, you seek him out for warmth (heâs like a space heater from how much he radiates heat)Â
FOREHEAD AND NECK KISSES!! (and lots of them) LOVES kissing you there will be times when sam wants to make out with you in the back of the Impala. either to piss off dean or because you get no privacy in the motel room, youâre sharing with his brother.Â
is the best hugger ever. itâs almost criminal how his arms can wrap around you and engulf your body and instill a feeling of safety in you, like no one could hurt you while you were in samâs arms.
⥠acts of service
as iâve stated above, sam doesnât express his love through words, but he does show it through his actionsÂ
he knows all of your fav movies, flowers, music, snacks, how you like your coffee/tea, etcÂ
he actively listens to you and keeps track of the things you mention (he has them written down or in a note on his phone) and just pulls this information out when he needs it
will do things if asked of him by you without question (but within reason, lmao)Â
(this also translates into fun times in the bedroom, LMAO)
don't know if this counts as an act of service, but sam loves putting things on the top self on purpose (to see you struggle a bit bc he thinks your pout is so adorable), but so you can ask him to get something for you, and does so with a smile on his faceÂ
⥠quality time
would use any excuse to spend time with youÂ
doesnât matter if he just came back from a hunt and is exhausted; he would sit down and listen to you talk about what you had just read or what movie you watched while he was on a huntÂ
will actively plan dates with you on hunts if he has downtime, which would most of the time be in the car with Dean and asking him for help or input "they'll like whatever you plan for them. now, for the love of god, please shut up!" (sam had been pestering dean most of the car ride home about where to take you on the first date and was fed up with his little brother)
having movie nights!
spending time in either his or your room reading or just basking in the presence of each other, content with sitting in silence, grounding him with your touch as you guys fall asleep in each otherâs arms.Â
late-night conversations in bed! more often than not, your pillow talk with sam would turn into very late-night conversations and sometimes even turning into early-morning chats.
⥠protective
this is a given, but sam is so protective of you that it can be a problem at times
He doesnât mean to be overbearing, but his mind is an overactive one and can be a little (a lot) protective of youÂ
I think if you were a hunter, heâd be such a worrywart because he knows what this life does to someone and kinda hates that you are one (even if this is how you guys met in the first place lol)Â
but itâs the same if youâre not a hunter because heâd be paranoid that a monster would be out to get you if they knew you were even associated with him or his brotherÂ
heâd take so many precautions: teaching you the basics of hunting (but making you promise that you wonât go out and hunt), teaching you self-defense, gifting you an anti-possession charm (or going with you if you want the tattoo), painting demon traps under your rugs, salting windows, and maybe even convincing you to move into the bunker with himÂ
⥠some random onesÂ
wearing his clothes his chest warms and his heartbeats faster each time he sees you wear something of his he does go a little feral when he sees you wear nothing underneath his clothes unfiltered sassy sam before the two of you started to date, you would catch glimpses of sassy sam when he would banter with dean but when you started to dish out some of your quips in the conversation and being a smartass to him that's when the sassy man apocalypse hit him, and it snowballed into him out-sassing you sometimes when the two of you could get into a back-and-forth
teases you about your height it doesn't matter if you're an inch shorter or a foot shorter than him; he can and will tease you about your height it brings him much amusement when you snap back with jokes of your own or when you blush when you don't have a snappy retort (yes, it means he has a size kink, but shhh, no one is supposed to know)
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The First Taste
DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: You meet Joel, your dad's best friend, for the first time after your dad begged you to join them at the lake to keep Sarah company. Both you and Joel become fascinated by each other the moment the two of you met.
Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON, heavy sexual tension, drug usage (weed only), petnames, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), fingering, voyerism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, swimming??, no outbreak
Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): The First Taste by Fiona Apple
PART 2 PART 3
A/N: This takes place four years before Blow My Load, but can be read as a standalone.
Please share, comment, like, and reblog...enjoy lovies! <33
"Dad, I thought it was supposed to be a "boy's trip," and the last time I checked, I am not a boy." You point at your body as you tell your dad. For some reason, he is begging you to come to the lake with him and his friends the day before they leave. "Why won't you just tell me why you want me to go? And maybe I'll give you an answer."
You finally got him to crack.
Your dad let out a defeated sigh as he scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit your dad was about to say. "Well, you see, honey, one of the guys couldn't get a babysitter for his kid, and I offered you to keep her company." He winced.
And there it is. The thing he was holding back from you
You let out a sarcastic chuckle. You really couldn't believe this shit. "Are you serious, dad? I refuse to babysit some random kid because you offered me up without even asking me first!" You exclaimed at him. "I don't even know a damn thing about this kid."
"Look, I know it was wrong for me to do that, sweetheart, but I swear Sarah is a good kid. Most of the time she has her headphones in and minds her business." He tries to reason with you, almost pleading with you. You began to feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but it really did piss you off that you had to watch someone else's kid. "I'll even pay you."
This weekend, you planned on doing nothing but self-care. You wanted to do nothing but stay home, watch movies, get a mani and pedi, go get a massage, drink, and maybe even play with the new toy you just bought yourself at Spencers.
You feel yourself giving into your dad; it wasn't the money that made you say yes, but the fact that he always found a way to make you feel bad, even if he didn't mean to do it. "Ugh, fine!" You scoff as you turn to look away from him. From the corner of your eye, you can see his body perk up.
Your dad lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you so much, sweetheart! You're such a lifesaver; you know that, right?" He slaps your shoulder playfully, causing you to shrug it off and narrow your eyes at him playfully as well.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How old is your friend's daughter, anyway?" You asked him, unfazed by it all.
"I think she's around 14?" Your dad said cluelessly. "Not too bad, right? I'm sure that you can find something to talk about with her."
It wasn't that bad, but what the fuck would you, a 21-year-old, have in common with a 14â15-year-old girl?
"I guess. I'm gonna start getting my stuff all packed up," You tell him as you turn around to go up to your room.
"Alright, sweetheart, and thanks again!" He exclaims to you as you make your way farther up the steps.
"Yup!" You yell it out dismissively.
As much as you hated the circumstances, you were happy you were finally able to get away for a little bit.
...
It was the next day, and you were tired as hell after only getting four hours of sleep. You had spent all night packing and stressing about what you were going to wear. It wasn't like you were trying to impress anyone, but this was your first time meeting your dad's friends, and you wanted to look decent.
You had left it up to your dad to pack your things into the car as you were too tired to do anything besides shower, put your clothes on, and lay back down for a little until it was time to go. As you lay face down on the bed, knocked out, you heard your dad knock on the door. "Hey, kiddo, are you ready to head out?" He asked you as he stood at the door.
You slowly sit up on your bed as you yawn and stretch your arms over your head. "Yeah, let me just get up and grab my purse and stuff."
"Got it." Your dad says this before turning around and making his way downstairs.
After moments of sitting on your bed, stairing into space, you got up, grabbed your purse, and began to leave your room. However, on your way to the door, you see the pouch that contained your weed and weed paraphernalia. You hesitantly swiped it from your dresser, dropped it into your bag, and went downstairs.
If the men got to have their fun, why couldn't you?
Once you get to the last step, you hear your dad saying bye to someone on the phone before turning to you. "My buddy, Joel, just got to the lake house, so we should start headin' out." He says this as he grabs his keys and motions for you to follow him to the door.
After making sure the security alarm was set and locking the door, the two of you were finally on your two-hour journey to the lake house.
...
You and your dad finally made it to the lake house. It was a three story house that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by nothing but trees.
You and your dad hop out of the car and start bringing your bags to the front door. All of a sudden, the moment you sat the last bag down and brought your fist up to knock at the door, it swung open, revealing a man who looked to be in his early 30s with short, dark, curly hair.
Beside him was a woman with long locs, smiling warmly at you. Meanwhile, the man looked at you with confusion, trying to piece together who you were. You looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put a name to your face.
"Tommy!" Your dad said loudly behind you. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he greeted him. Tommy's eyes moved to look behind you at your dad, and his eyes lit up.
"Oh man, y'all come on in!" He opened the door wider as he and the unnamed woman moved out of the way to allow you to walk in first, followed by your dad. "I'll grab the rest of the bags out there." Tommy says.
Tommy brought the bags in as your dad greeted the lady. "Hey, Maria!" He asked her as he gave her a side hug. "I didn't know you were gonna be joining us this weekend as well."
So that was her name.
"I didn't think I was going to be joining either. Tommy invited me last minute, so I just decided to take some time off of work," She replies back.
They stood near the entrance as they began to get deeper into the conversation, talking about God knows what, leaving you standing there awkwardly as you watched them. You decided to take that moment to observe the room. Even though the house was spacious, it still had a cozy feel to it.
As you were in your own world, your dad gently slapped his hand on your shoulder unexpectedly. "And this young lady right here is my daughter." He smiles at the two as Maria and Tommy turn their attention to you.
"Nice to meet you, kid," He says as he offers his hand to shake yours, which you accept. You shake hands with him before dropping them to your side. Tommy then points to Maria. "This is my wife, Maria."
You shake hands with her as well while you tell them your name. "It's so great to meet you two!" You beam at the couple.
They begin to ask you a series of questions about yourself, such as what university you attended, what your major was, and so on, to which you gladly answer.
However, in the midst of your conversation, your words are abruptly interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. "And here comes my asshole brother, Joel, and my niece, Sarah," Tommy says to you, prompting both you and your dad to look behind you. You can hear Maria let out a loud laugh at Tommy's words.
Your eyes immediately focused on him as he got closer to you, not even paying attention to the fact that his daughter was right behind him as well.
The man named Joel had short, dark, curly hair like Tommyâs; the only difference is that he is a lot shorter, and the roots of his hair were slightly gray at his temples. Joel also had a patchy beard with a thick mustache. He has this rugged and mysterious look to him that completely enraptures you.
He and your dad greet each other, giving a quick bro hug and pulling away. Joel then turns to you, and you feel your hands quiver. His dark, dominant eyes intensify the intimidating aura that surrounds him, yet it still makes him even more interesting to you.
Holy hell, you think to yourself. This man is so fucking fine.
You continued to stare at Joel, saying absolutely nothing, until you realized that he was giving you a confused look as if he were waiting for something. Your eyes darted down, and you realized that he had his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you went to shake his hand.
"Joel," was all he said as the two of you shook hands before he let go and discreetly rubbed his hands into his shirt. You could feel yourself shrink with embarrassment as he did this. Not only did he not even give you a chance to introduce yourself, but he wiped his hands after shaking yours.
What a fucking jerk! Tommy was right; he is an asshole.
You quickly snapped out of your feelings when you realized that Sarah was now in front of you. She wore a pink crop top and jean shorts, while her curly hair was placed in a low ponytail.
She suddenly brings you in for a hug with a massive smile on her face, catching you off guard. Nonetheless, you still happily return the hug.
"I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you!" Unlike Joel, Sarah was a lot more friendly with you. She had this radiant energy to her that made you wonder where she got it from because it definitely wasn't from Joel's grumpy ass. You tell her your name.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah!" I return a smile back to her. She seems like the sweetest 14-year-old you've ever met. "I think we're gonna get along just fine this weekend."
"We sure are!"" She agrees.
"Sarah, sweetheart, how've you been?" Your dad asked her.
As your dad began to talk to Sarah, you decided to check Joel out while he listened to the conversation, occasionally putting in his two cents. Unlike the rest of the group, Joel wore a dark gray shirt, jeans, and some boots.
How is he not hot?
I mean, he is hot, but I meant temperature-wise, you think, causing yourself to let out a low chuckle.
You guess you said that out loud because Joelâs head, along with Maria's, Sarah's, and Tommy's, suddenly snapped over to you with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Your dad's voice slowly began to fade when he saw the mortified expression on Sarah's face.
"Wait, what happened?" Your dad asked cluelessly as he looked around the group. He was so in his own world that he didn't hear what you said. Thank-fucking-goodness. "Everyone just stopped talking all of a sudden."
"Nothing!" You quickly tell him as you give him a disengenious smile before looking at everyone else. Sarah looked embarrassed for you, as Tommy and Maria still looked shocked. You get a glimpse of Joel as you wince in embarrassment and close your eyes; he had this smug look on his face.
You gathered that Tommy obviously loves to fuck around with people because he let out a stifled laugh, causing his wife to slap his arm and tell him to shut up.
You just wanted to die right then and there. This is now the second time today you've embarrassed yourself in front of this sexy ass man.
Your dad, being the clueless person he is, continues on with whatever he is talking about, not even realizing that no one is paying attention to him. Maria interrupts your dad as she clears her throat to catch your attention. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "Sweetie, your room is on the second floor next to, uh, Joel's, if you wanna get settled in," She offered to you. "We're going to head out to the lake and start putting some things on the grill around 2 or so." You just nodded your head because you were too afraid to speak.
"Hey, Joel?" Tommy looked at his brother with a teasing look on his face. "Why don't you go show her to her room, yeah?" He nods his head in the direction of the staircase.
You wished that you could just punch Tommy across the face at this very moment.
"Umm yeah..." Joel agrees slowly as he gives Tommy a dirty look before glancing at you. "Follow me," You nodded your head and grabbed your purse and other bags. As you followed Joel, the group quietly picked up their conversation again.
Without saying a word to each other, you and Joel arrive in the room. He steps aside, allowing you to enter, and turns around to make his way down the hallway to go back downstairs, but you quickly stopped him before he could get any further. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened down there." You apologized to him. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."
Joel just turns around and gives you a small smirk. "Oh, darlin', I'm far from uncomfortable. I'm actually flattered...more than flattered as a matter of fact." He winks at you before departing down the hallway, leaving you shocked.
You were somewhat relieved that Joel wasn't disgusted by you, but it still didn't help with your embarrassment as much as you hoped it would.
You scanned the room, taking in the room that you were going to be spending your weekend sleeping in. The walls were painted a light gray. There was a queen-sized bed that looked really comfortable and had bedside tables on each side as well as a TV, which was mounted onto the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led to a balcony. You could see an overview of the calm lake and the tall trees. It was a beautiful view.
...
It's been a while since you went downstairs with everyone. You were still so embarrassed by the incident this morning that you decided to spend most of your time scrolling through social media and catching up with your college friends. The only time you came out of the room was to go to the bathroom.
You eventually rolled out of bed and worked up the courage to join everyone.
After changing your clothes that you had on earlier and putting on your swim suit, you slipped on your oversized shirt, put on some waterproof mascara, and put on some lip gloss.
You made sure to grab your sunglasses, put on your flip-flops, and jogged down the steps.
Once you got down there, you realized that Maria was in the kitchen. You headed towards her, quickly greeting her. "Hi, Maria," You say while positioning yourself behind the chairs on the island. She was gathering something that she needed to put outside.
"Hey, sweetheart!" Maria happily greets you back with a smile as she turns her attention to you. "How're you feeling?" She asked you gingerly as she looked at you with sympathy. Her goal wasn't to embarrass you; she truly wanted to know if you were okay after earlier.
You felt yourself begin to get flustered. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You sheepishly replied. You avoided her eyes, beginning to feel awkward.
"Of course. They're out in the back; you should join them." She points to the sliding door. You just nodded your head and made your way to the door. Before you went out there, you stood there looking outside. You could see Joel's tall figure standing over the grill as he flipped the meat and sipped on his beer.
You felt yourself getting nervous just looking at him.
You then looked and saw your dad helping Joel take the food off the grill and start to place it on the table. Meanwhile, Sarah and Tommy sat at the table, talking to each other. Whatever Tommy had said made them let out loud laughs, causing Joel quickly turned around, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. He then went back to putting things on the rest of the food on the serving platter.
His smile is so gorgeous, it almost takes your breath away.
"Are you going out, sweetheart?" Maria asked behind you, startling you. You had forgotten that she was still here.
You turned to her as you began to stammer over your words and realized that her hands were full with plasticware and plates. "Do you need me to help you take those?" You asked her without even answering her question.
"I do actually," She just looked at you with a questionable look before speaking up again. "Can you just grab the forks and spoons from the top and place them on the table out there, please?" She asked. You grabbed the utensils before turning back around and opening the door.
They didn't notice you at first until Sarah caught sight of you and loudly called out your name as you got closer, causing Joel to look over at you as he closed the grill's top.
"Sarah!" You exclaimed dramatically. Once you reached the table, you sat the plasticware down and went over to sit next to her.
You noticed that her hair was wet and that she was wrapped in a towel. "What've you been up to, girlfriend?" You asked her as you sat down in the seat.
"Nothing much; I just took a quick dip in the lake, and now I am starving," Sarah whined out as she looked over at her dad, who was coming over with the food.
You can hear the sound of Joel's heavy feet approaching behind you and stopping at the free seat at the end of the table, which was next to you. He first put the food in the middle of the table, then plopped himself down. We all began to put things on our plates and begin eating.
Tommy grumbled something about starving, causing Sarah to make a joke about how he was always starving. In reply, Tommy stuck his tongue out at the young girl in a teasing manner.
As Joel ate, he was manspreading under the table. You could feel his hairy, bare leg graze against yours, making you move your leg away. Joel wiped his mouth with the napkin, took a sip of his beer, and looked at you with a blank stare, not saying anything.
You decided to speak up and compliment him on the food. "Joel, this is really good," You smile. Everyone hummed in agreement as they ate.
"Why thank you, darlin'?" Joel says, going back to eating.
...
After eating, we all sat there with our tummies full as we sat around talking about whatever came to mind. That was until Sarah ran into the house without saying a word.
"Oh goodness, that girl." He sat back as he watched his daughter running around the house through the sliding door before running back outside with a box of Uno cards.
"Who wants to play?" She asked the whole table as she ran to her seat and plopped down.
We all agreed. She began to shuffle the cards, dealt them out to everyone, and then set up the game. It first started with you, Joel, Maria, Tommy, then your dad, and lastly Sarah.
Sarah was the first one to get Uno, even though she had the most cards at one point. We all accused her of cheating, which she was quick to deny. No one at the table believed her, especially Tommy and Maria. She just rolled her eyes and helped your dad while he was stuck figuring out which cards to play next.
While the two silently argued about which card was the best, you looked over at Joel and saw that all his cards were showing. You looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to his cards. Tommy and Maria were sitting there watching your dad and Sarah.
"You're bleedin', Joel," you whisper to him as you point to his card. His face scrunched up with confusion as to what you meant. He looked down at himself and saw no blood.
"What, sugar? I ain't bleedin' anywhere," He said as he tried to recall if he had maybe scraped himself anywhere, but it wasn't coming to him. You couldn't help, but laugh at his confusion.
"It means your cards are showing, Joel." You giggled at him as he chuckled a bit and put his cards up so that he wasn't "bleeding" anymore.
"That's so stupid, who taught you that?" You just shrugged your shoulders at his question and looked back over to see if your dad had finally picked up his card yet.
"Oh my gosh, this isn't rocket science, dad! Just pick a card already!" You exclaimed it, causing everyone to laugh.
"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Your dad waved you off as he went back to silently arguing with Sarah about which card to choose.
The game got drawn out longer than it was supposed to because every other minute someone (usually Tommy) would start arguing about another person cheating. And in the end, Tommy lost the game.
We put the cards away as everyone except for Maria decided to hang out by the dock and take a swim. She said something about having to get on the phone with a client of hers, but she would come join us when she was done and would bring popsicles.
You and Sarah walked in front of your dad, Joel, and Tommy until you yelled out, "Beat you there!" to Sarah as you both haphazardly ran down the steps to get to the dock.
"You girls, be careful down those stairs now! Don't want y'all gettin' hurt," Joel yells out from behind. The two of you don't respond or slow down; you just keep giggling and running. Joel had to suppress a smile from appearing on his face. It brought him joy to hear how much fun Sarah was having with you.
Once you make it to the dock, Sarah flings off her towel and jumps into the lake with a squiel before she goes under water and floates back up. You quickly kick off your flip flops, throw your sunglasses down, and take off your shirt. Unlike Sarah, you didn't jump into the water, you sat down on the dock and scooched into the water.
Oh, come on! You should've jumped in!" She says this to you as she splashes you with water. You splashed her back.
"I'm too afraid, Sar-bear!" You yelled out to her, and she gasped. The men appeared from the concrete steps just as she did so. Joel dropped the towels in his arms before walking over in front of us, while your dad and Tommy moved to the other side of the dock with their beers and their folding chairs.
"Dad, can you believe that she's too afraid to jump into the water?" Sarah yells out to her dad.
He looked down at you from the dock with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Really? It's not that scary, sweetheart," He tells you.
"Then how about you get in, Joel?" You say to him without even thinking.
"Yeah, come on, dad. Get in and show her how it's done!" Sarah yells out as she encourages her dad to get in.
You watched Joel as he took off his shoes and shirt, all while keeping his eyes on you. You couldn't help but suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip when he pulled off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his shirtless chest. Joel wasn't the most muscular man, but whatever his job was, it kept him fit, and you loved it. Your eyes quickly scanned over his neck, then his broad shoulders.
Those damn shoulders of his. You wished you could hold onto them as you rode on his co-
Your thoughts were abruptly shattered when Joel took a big leap into the lake, causing a splash of water to hit your face and go up your nose. You tried to make an attempt at turning your head, but it was too late. You coughed as you tried to clear the water from your lungs. As you do so, Joel comes up from beneath the water.
He gasped as he allowed the air back into his lungs and used his big hands to wipe his face. Once he noticed that you were coughing, he quickly swam over to you with a look of concern.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked you as you let out one last cough and nodded your head. He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head and gave you this tender look before pulling away when he noticed that Sarah was coming over.
If it were just you and Joel on the lake, he would've probably pulled you into his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
Even though he had just gotten into the lake, Joel decided to get out before he did something that he would regret.
"Alright, girls. I'm gonna get out now." He says more to Sarah than to you. Once again, you just nodded your head at him. You knew that if you spoke, you'd embarrass yourself again.
"Wha-Dad! You literally just got in." She tries to convince him, but he just shook his head and grabbed onto the rails. He pulls himself up with a grunt and walks onto the dock.
"I'll get back in in a little bit." He dismissed her as he went to get a towel.
Sarah began to say something to you as she swam around you, but you were too focused on Joel to listen to what she was saying. She was too busy talking to notice that you weren't listening. Your attention was stuck on Joel, and his wet shorts stuck to his surprisingly nice ass. He then turns around as he dries off. Your eyes drifted down and widening when you saw his bulge. You were taken aback by the sight.
Oh my god, you thought to yourself.
You looked back up at his face to realize that Joel was already staring at you and smirking while he wrapped the towl around his waist.
Oh fuck!
He obviously saw you staring at his cock because he was fucking smirking.
Joel walked over to have a seat with his brother and your dad. You diverted your attention back to Sarah, acting as if you knew what she was talking about. You just nodded your head a couple of times, and she believed it, but again, your mind drifted.
You were thinking about her dad; snap out of it for Christ's sake.
For the rest of your time at the lake, you refused to look at Joel. And just as promised, Maria finally joined you all about an hour later with the popsicles she said she would bring. Once we ate them, Maria convinced the other adults to have a swim in the lake, to which they all agreed after some groans and pressure from her and Sarah.
...
After spending most of the afternoon outside, everyone went off to do their own thing. Sarah decided to take a shower and then go to sleep while your dad, Tommy, and Maria opted to go out to a bar that a local had told them about, and Joel refused to go out tonight because he said that he was beat from the lake. As for you, you took a quick shower and decided to watch the sunset on the balcony that was connected to your room and smoke.
Before slipping onto the balcony, you grabbed a preroll and a lighter from the pouch, your headphones, and a water bottle from the bed.
When you first got here, you didn't notice that there was a door connected to the balcony that led to Joel's room. However, the sheer curtains were closed, so you could only assume that he was asleep, meaning it was safe for you to smoke without him seeing you. You sat down on the lounge chair, put your headphones on, turned on some music, and began your session.
After two hits of the preroll, you felt the effects of the weed. Your body began to relax, and your eyelids felt slightly heavy. As you continued smoking, you couldn't escape the thought of Joel. You know that he is your dad's friend, and you would never think to go after him, but you have to admit that he is an attractive older man. Just your type.
You barely spoke to him throughout the couple of hours you had been there, yet you could tell the type of man he was. He is very reserved, doesn't speak unless spoken to, and likes to observe. Joel is respectful, but he didn't take shit from anyone. It was very visible that he was protective of not only Sarah but also Tommy.
Everything about him drew you in more and more.
With a few more hits of your preroll, you see a figure standing in the corner of your eye just a few feet away from you, causing you to quickly pull off your headphones and flick the preroll from your fingers and off the balcony. You look over to see Joel watching you with his eyebrows frowned and his hands on his hips. Your eyes widen with shock.
"Shit! I mean, hey, Joel..." You smile up at him awkwardly, trying to seem as sober as possible. "What are you doing out here?" You asked him in a sickly sweet voice. He continues to stare at you before answering.
"I just came out here to check on you. Heard you out here, so I decided to see what you were up to." Joel grumbles as he switches his weight to his other foot.
You prayed that Joel didn't know you were out here smoking weed; your dad would kill you if he heard about you doing this. Little did you know that your attempt would be a complete failure. As soon as Joel walked outside, he could smell the smoke and aroma of weed. He could also see your bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, yknow, nothing much really, just out here enjoying the view and listening to music!" You say this while waving your hand, gesturing to the view in front of both of you. You visibly cringe after this sentence because, even though it was the truth, it wasn't the full truth. He seemed to buy it, so you relaxed a bit.
"Mm, you enjoyed yourself today?" he asked.
"Yeah, I had a lot of fun today. Sarah definitely made it fun for me, she's amazing." You admitted to him, and it was true. His daughter was truly a joy to be around.
"Yeah," He laughs out as he looks out at the sunset, his handsome smile threatening to appear on his face. "She's amazing, for sure." He whispers. You can't help but smile at his words. It was refreshing to see that there was someone who was able to crack his hard exterior.
A silence falls over the two of you before he speaks up again. "Y'know, when we were walking back to the car after the lake, she talked about you the whole time. I couldn't shut up about how much cooler you are than Tommy and me." He scoffs as he rolls his eyes playfully and folds his arms to his chest. His confession made you laugh so hard that you couldn't stop, which caused him to laugh as well.
"I mean, she isn't wrong." You teasingly say it to him, causing him to shake his head.
"Yeah-fuckin'-right, darlin'. I can be cool, too."
"Mmhmm.." You reply back to him as you turn your head to look back at the view. However, Joel's eyes remained on you, but you didn't mind too much.
Once again, silence fell over you two. You wanted to look back at Joel, but you knew that if you looked at him in the eyes, your heart would beat out of your chest.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Joel?" You asked him without looking at him.
"What?" Joel asked.
Was he that engrossed in my face that he wasn't even paying attention, or were you not loud enough?
You suppress your laugh as you turn your head to look at him again. "I asked if you enjoyed yourself today." He quickly snaps out of his trance and looks away.
"Oh, yeah, it was enjoyable for the most part, sweetie," Joel sighs out. You said nothing else after this.
You didn't realize it until now, but you were starting to grow tired from the weed. You also wanted a snack.
"Well, I'm going to head back in, maybe fall asleep to a movie or something." You tell him as you grab your belongings, get up from the chair, and walk to the door.
"Alright," He says as he watches every step you take. "And one last thing, darlin'," You stop with your hand on the doorknob and look up at Joel as you wait to hear what he has to say. With a mix of your high and the nervousness you were feeling because of Joel, your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point.
"You don't gotta lie to me, sweet girl. You know that, right?" He says lowly as he motioned to his eyes.
Fuck!
Your body tenses up, and you freeze. You decided to play dumb, even though you were caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Joel," You say as you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Joel like a guilty puppy.
"Oh, no need to play stupid with me, sweet girl; I won't tell your daddy." Something about the way he said these words made you want him so bad; it was almost like he was teasing you.
You felt your walls crumbling, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. "You swear, Joel?" You asked him as you looked at him with pleading eyes.
Joel wished that you would look at him with those pretty eyes while you were on your knees, pleading and begging for him to feed you his cock. In all honesty, he'd give you the world if you asked for it with that look. You made Joel feel something he hasn't felt for a woman in years, and he was willing to do just about anything to have you. However, he could tell you weren't ready for that yet, but he knew in due time he'd have you.
"You have my word, darlin'," He nods his head. "Just don't lie to me again," Joel tells you as he points a finger.
You frantically nod your head in agreement as you bite your lip. "I won't do it again, Joel."
All Joel could think about was how obedient you are, so eager to please him and do as he says. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts as he looked at your bare thighs and had these thoughts. Not once did you realize that Joel was checking you out.
Oh, how badly Joel wanted to grab your chin and kiss those lips of yours. He kept reminding himself that he needed to be patient.
"Good." He says before speaking up again. "You should go inside, darlin', maybe get some rest." Joel insisted as he made his way to the door and gave you one last look before walking inside, leaving you outside by yourself.
You stand there dumbfounded for a moment as you think about your interaction with Joel. You weren't sure if it was just you thinking too much into the interaction, but you felt like there was some sexual tension between you and Joel.
Any time you're around him, nervousness takes over, and a sense of yearning aches deep in your bones.
You needed him badly.
"Don't," You say to yourself. "Don't fucking think about it." You say it lowly as you try to shake the thoughts out of your head.
Joel is off limits; he's your dad's best friend.
You realized how crazy you must look standing at the door thinking about Joel, so you went inside.
Once you entered the room, you noticed that it was a little too warm in there for your liking, so you decided to leave the balcony door cracked to get some fresh air.
You put your things away, got into bed, and watched a movie on the TV across the room.
...
You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you did during the movie without even realizing it. You felt very discombobulated, so you sat in the dark for a few minutes. Your clothes felt disgusting on your body as you sweated through them, and your throat was dry.
You quickly got out of bed, slipped off your clothes, got back into bed, and took a sip of the water bottle that lay next to you. During this, you got a glimpse of the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. It read 12:48.
The house was quiet. You were sure that Maria, Tommy, and your dad were back from the bar by now and asleep. Sarah and Joel were probably sleeping as well.
You laid back down on the bed, pushing away the uncomfortable blanket, leaving your body bare. You should have gotten up to close the door because if Joel were to come to your balcony door, he'd surely get a glimpse of your naked body. However, you were still sleepy and a little high, so you lacked the motivation to get up.
It really didn't matter anyway; he's probably still sleeping.
You had laid restless in the bed, constantly flipping the pillows to get the cool side and changing positions, but you still couldn't sleep. You decided to lay on your stomach; it helped you fall asleep sometimes.
You knew one thing that would definitely make you fall asleep, but with a particular someone lingering in your thoughts, it felt wrong. It is completely wrong to have these thoughts about him.
He's way too old for you, and he's your dad's best friend.
Though you tried your best to resist these thoughts, you couldn't help yourself.
Fuck it, it's not like I'm gonna actually fuck him, you think to yourself.
You were suddenly taken back to earlier, when you first laid eyes on him. Those eyes and the curve of his nose. You wanted nothing more than to feel his beautiful nose rub against your clit while he ate you out.
Or when he shook your hands and you felt those thick, rough fingers against your smooth hands.
You were sure that Joel knew how to use them very well.
Subconsciously, your hips had bucked into the bed, trying to get friction onto your clit causing the headboard to hit against the wall ever-so-slightly.
"Shit!" You cursed out loud, hoping that Joel didn't hear. Your heart was pounding at the thought of being caught by him, but your pussy dripped with your wetness.
You waited a couple seconds until you took your hand from underneath the pillow and slowly moved it between the bed and your body, allowing your finger tips to graze against your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Your arousal ran down your fingers, to your knuckles, and onto the bed.
What you didn't know was that Joel wasn't even in his room; he was sitting out on the balcony. He had been sitting out there for about an hour or so because he couldn't sleep, not with you on his mind, so he decided to sit out there and bore himself to death until he got some sleep. When he first came outside, he checked on you and saw that you were knocked out. The room was dark, and the only thing that brought some light to the room was the bright moonlight reflecting over the lake.
As Joel got up to check on you one last time before he went back to his room, he heard you let out a whimper. He slowly walked to your balcony door so that he wouldn't scare you in case you were having a nightmare, but that wasn't the case at all. Again, Joel heard you let out another noise.
First, you sharply gasped, then moaned out, "Oh, Fuck!"
Joel became more intrigued with whatever was going on in your room because it became very apparent that you weren't having a nightmare. In fact, it didn't even sound like you were sleeping anymore.
Like a thief in the night, Joel peered through the door that was half open. What he saw before him could've brought him to his knees.
You were lying down on your stomach, fully naked on the bed. He noticed that with your right hand, you were touching yourself. Joel wasn't hard before, but he's definitely hard now. He felt as his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.
Joel knew it was wrong to watch you masturbate without knowing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. It had been nearly two years since the last time he had been sexually active, and quite honestly, it was catching up to him at that very moment. He had been so busy with everything in his life that sex was the last thing on his mind until now.
As Joel watched you hump your hips into your fingers, you were imagining a shirtless Joel sat up on the bed, with you sitting in between his legs. Your legs would be wide open, propped up over his, as you allowed his calloused middle and ring finger to collect your arousal from between your folder and rub it into your clit. With his deep Texas accent, he would be whispering into your ear about how much of a good girl you are and how wet you were for him. Your head would be laid on his sexy, broad shoulders as your eyes rolled with pleasure. You imagined that as he played with your clit, his other hand would touch your breast and quickly tweak your nipples as they continued going up and firmly wrapping around your neck.
You were so caught up in your thoughts and pleasure that you hadn't realized that you were moaning out Joel's name.
"J-Joel, please," You quivered out quietly enough so that you weren't too loud, but loud enough for Joel to hear. "I'll be good, p-please, daddy." You followed up.
Even though you thought that Joel was in the next room over (which he wasn't) and there were other people in the house, you still continued to touch yourself as the headboard faintly knocked against the wall.
Yet you were so blissfully unaware of it all. So unaware of the fact that Joel was standing right outside the door, watching you rubbing yourself completely nude, and unaware that Joel had pulled his cock out while he watched and listened to you.
Joel didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care that watching you, this freshly 21-year-old, masturbate without your knowledge was bad.
The sounds of your panting, moans, and dirty talk made him want to walk right into the room and give you the pleasure you needed.
Joel has always been a selfish lover when it came to the bedroom; he liked to be the one who was dominant and always took control. He could tell you needed someone like him to fulfill your desiresânot some foolish 20-something year old, but a real man.
As you continued to grind against your fingers, Joel saw how your ass moved back and forth. He wanted to spank you for being such a naughty girl. Touching yourself without asking for his permission. He would remind you that only slutty, bad girls did that.
He jerked his cock at the same speed as your hips moved. "Oh my god, daddy!" You moaned into the pillow, causing it to be muffled. The thrusting of your hips had sped up. You were on the cusp of cumming, but that changed when you suddenly pulled your hands from between your legs and got up to change positions.
You were now lying on your back with your legs bent up to your chest as far as they could go. Using the hand you just used to grind up against, you bring your middle and ring fingers to your mouth. You began to suckle on them intensely, pretending they were Joel's fingers. You could taste yourself as you did so.
A minute later, you pop your fingers out of your mouth and bring them down to your pussy. As you sink your fingers inside yourself, you can feel the wetness, allowing you to slip deeper into your tight hole. You squirmed as you felt a little discomfort due to your fingers. You decided to slowly thrust your fingers in and out, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling. With your free hand, you brought it up to your mouth to muffle your soft whines.
Oh, my baby, she can barely take her own fingers, Joel thought as he watched you.
To Joel's surprise, you still didn't see him standing by the door, hastily jerking himself off at the sight of you. It wasn't like he was being discreet about it either. He was almost fully through the door at that point. Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself.
Finally, you were able to adjust to your fingers. As you picked up the speed, Joel could hear the wet, slick sounds coming from your pussy all the way across the room. Hearing this only heightens the pleasure for him.
"Joel, I'm-oh my god-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned lowly.
Joel wanted to be the one to make you cry, but he knew he couldn't at that moment.
Your messy wetness had allowed your fingers to go deeper inside, causing you a certain spot. Your legs shuddered as your finger tips grazed the spot. In a 'come here' motion, you continued to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Keep going just like that." You purred out.
Joel convulsed at the way you said these words. He was ready to cum at any moment, but he wanted to cum with you.
With his hand still rapidly moving up and down his length, he finally heard your release.
"Yes! I'm cumming all over your fingers, Joel!" You moaned a little louder this time. Joel could hear you breathing hard as you continued to ramble about how good it felt.
Instantly, Joel was cumming. He withheld his groans and grunts as the hot cum hit the palm of his other hand. Instead, he was breathing hard through his nose, hoping to God that you couldn't hear him.
Finally, your orgasm began to die down. "Oh my god," You sighed out blissfully, as you pulled your finger from your pussy. Your legs moved from your chest and you dropped down on the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath. With his mind still cloudy from cumming so hard, when Joel saw you move your legs, he thought that you were going to get off the bed, causing him to panic and move away from the door so that you couldn't see him.
You could feel the cum webbing between your two fingers. You decided that you wanted a look, so you opened your eyes and brought your hand close to your face. You could see the bright moonlight illuminate your cum. You'd never come so hard. Not with any of your hookups, let alone when you masturbated.
You felt spent after that, but you needed to get up to clean yourself off. You decided to rest your eyes a bit before getting up, but without even realizing it, you had dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
Less than five minutes later, Joel heard light snores coming from your room, so he decided that it was safe to look again. You were dead to the world. Joel saw your limp hand hanging off the bedâthe same one you had used to fuck yourself with. He could see the wetness gleaming on your fingers. He wanted to come over them and suck your cum off of your fingers, but he stopped himself.
The post-nut clarity had hit Joel, and he realized that he must've looked like a creep with his cock out while he watched you sleep. So he closed your balcony door and headed back into the house to wash the cum from his hands.
Joel knew that he would have you one day; it didn't matter how long it took for him to get you. He would get you right where he wanted you eventually.
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You woke up feeling like a brand new person that morning. Your limbs felt loose, and you felt like you could conquer the world.
You could feel the sun on your naked body as you rose out of bed to stretch. The sounds of people moving around let you know that everyone was awake.
You suddenly realized that the balcony door was now closed. You don't remember getting up to clean yourself, and you definitely don't remember ever getting up to close the door.
Realization had hit you hard, and your heart dropped.
Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
There was no way anyone could have come into your room because you had locked the bedroom door. However, Joel had access to the shared balcony.
He was the only one who could've closed that door.
Whatever, you were going to enjoy yourself this weekend and act like nothing happened.
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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but next one is going to be a lot better. I got so much planned already hehe
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What if Monkey King was a Yandere with Y/N?
(Lmk Wukong) He has so much trauma and loss that it's known that he became a yandere. Whenever He finds joy and happiness, it either gets ruined by himself or heaven, and the fact that it happens again and again and again is what drives him mad. So when he finally meets you, his broken world is suddenly fixed, and it's all thanks to you. He just has to marry you and give you the immortality peach and you'll be together foreverđ„°đ„°đ„°
(NR Wukong) I just know he'll be the most dangerous yandere. He's so unpredictable, like seriously, he's if the saying never let them know your next moves was a stone monkey. He is also clingy in a way that makes him mildly desperate, so I hope you don't have anything important during the cuddle session. Another thing is that I can see him killing behind your back like he could be a serial killer if he wanted, but what you don't know won't hurt you right.
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(BMW Wukong) This guy is a weapon of mass destruction and the Deadliest monkey king of all. He is not afraid to take lives of the ones who messed with you or tried to take you away from him. Of course he would gaslight and woo you into thinking that everything is fine and that you won't have to lift a single finger. Let your husband and king take care of everything darling.đ
(Destined one) Man he's the yandere nobody ever saw coming especially with how surprisingly chill he is. He would let you free and do whatever you want as long as you don't dare to escape him. Though he wouldn't have to worry because why would you do that for, he's also super Affectionate and would tear the world apart if he ever lost you. So if you were ever in any danger then the whole world with be as wellđżđżđż
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Call It What You Want - Steve Harrington
Author: @harringtonstilinskiâ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 3,080 Warnings: fluff, squint hard for angst, ignore the fact that eddie has risen from the dead, lol Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @stevesxyellowxsweater!! came from this prompt list Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! So, this hellsite decided to delete/eat the original fic of this. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy đ
Steve Harrington. Your childhood best friend turned⊠acquaintance? Hell, you donât even know anymore. You two used to be inseparable before he became King Steve, then your friendship went to shit⊠or at least you think it did.
When he started spending less and less time with you over the course of high school, your mind couldnât help but go to the worst case scenarios. He didnât want to be your friend anymore, he didnât like you as a friend anymore, he was in the popular crowd while you werenât so that made him not like you, Tommy H. and Carol, and many more.
Everything came to a head during both of your Senior year. You had asked him to hang out a couple of days after he and Nancy broke up, just wanting to cheer up your best friend. When he ditched you for a whole ass month, you decided to quit trying.
It was now summer of â86, just a couple of months after the earthquake. You were volunteering at the high school gym, or makeshift shelter, when you spotten him, folding clothes.
You tried to avert your eyes when he looked up and over, feeling eyes on his figure, but you couldnât. Lost in those hazel eyes that you were once your favorite things to look at.
He pulled his lips together in a tight smile, nodding his head once at you before looking back down at the shirt in his hands, finishing the fold he started on it.
âWhy donât you just, I donât know, talk to him?â Robin said, effectively scaring you.
After jumping ten feet from your skin, you placed a hand over your heart, bending at the waist ever so slightly, resting your free hand on the table in front of you. âHoly shit, donât do that again.â
âLook, I know itâs been years since you guys have talked, butââ
âIf you tell me itâll benefit us both in the long run again, Iâm gonna take these suspenders and snap them on your tits,â you interrupted, eyebrow raised.
Robin held her hands up, looking down slightly as she said, âOkay, fair enough. But seriously, though? Just saying hey and catching up wouldnât hurt anyone. Especially Dustin.â
You looked over at your little brother, watching as he continued to hand people cups of water and blankets, his leg having long been healed from his fall back into the Upside Down. Sighing, you whispered, âI know,â before looking back at Robin. âI know heâs already lost Eddie. He canât lose Steve, too.â
âEven though it feels that way,â your brother said, setting his tray down next to you.
Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you sighed. âYou havenât.â
âHeâs always going on dates.â
Brows furrowed, you replied, âHeâs always gone on dates. His asshole of a father always told him that if he wasnât settled down by a certain age then he was considered a failure in his eyes. Which he isnât⊠nor will he ever be.â
Dustin and Robin looked at each other behind your head, both of them raising their eyebrows in unison at your words, realization hitting them both. You had a crush on Steve.Â
And of course, your shithead of a little brother looked back at you with a devilish smile after watching Steve take a few steps towards you. âWell, hereâs your chance to get that date youâve always wanted.â
Looking at him confused, you asked, âWhat are youââ before being interrupted by both him and Robin saying, âBye!,â walking away as Steve approached the table.
You looked from Dustin to Robin as the two of them walked away, mouth ajar before bringing your bottom lip between your teeth and looking in front of you. A small smile appeared on your face, seeing that playful smile that Steve always gave.
âHey, loser,â he said.
Releasing your lip, you scrunched your eyebrows, greeting him with, âButtface.â
A chuckle came from his mouth, his head bending forward as his chin became parallel with his collarbone. When he brought his head back up, you saw nothing but amusement in his eyes as he said, âButtface? Really?â
Crossing your arms, you retorted, âWell, you are. You fucking ditched me.â
All amusement left his eyes at your words, fear and anxiety crashing into yours. âOh, my god. Steve, Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean to say it. I just slipped outââ
âItâs okay,â he said, stopping your words. Nodding, he added, âI mean, I did deserve it. I was an asshole and Iâm majorly sorry for that.â
Smiling a little to yourself, you tilted your head and quietly asked, âDid just say majorly? What is this? 1982?â
He looked at you confused, but laughed nonetheless. âYes. Yes, I did.â
Going back to messing around with the items in front of you at the table, you said, âYou were always one for trends. Still are, apparently.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Gesturing to his clothes, you eyed his outfit before locking eyes with him again. âNeed I say more?â
âWhat about the hair?â
âStill on trend with that. Itâs your best attribute. I predict, though, in about⊠twenty or so years, youâre gonna cut it short.â
Leaning his hands on the table, he asked, âWill I still look good?â âOf course,â you chuckled. âYou always have. Even when we were kids and your parents made you get those⊠oh, what are they called?â You thought for a moment before gasping. âOh, my god! It was a bowlââ
âYou finish that sentence and Iâll make sure everyone sees your haircut from the late 70âs.â
With wide eyes, you said, âYou wouldnât dare.â
âDonât try me, princess.â
You narrowed your eyes at the nickname he used to call you when the two of you were kids. You loved it until you reached high school when Carol started calling you princess to get under your skin.
He started using it in a derogatory way after that just to please his friends, which pissed you off to no end. Steve would end up going home after school or hanging out with Tommy H and Carol, regretting the words heâd said to you.
Thatâs when you both made the conscious decisions, separately, to stop hanging out. When you two walked across the stage at graduation, you cheered and clapped for each other, spotting each other in the crowd and giving each other a small smile.
Realizing what heâd called you, his eyes went wide with shock. âSweetheart, I am so sorry.â
Waving him off, you looked down. âItâs okay, Steve. Iâm over it.â
âClearly not with the way you just looked at me.â
âAnd how was that?â you asked, looking from the blanket you were moving into Steveâs eyes.
With a small smile, he replied, âLike you wanted to kill me.â
âOh, my god. Just ask her out!â Dustin said, walking behind Steve.
Your eyes went wide, not believing that just happened, but⊠Steve apparently believed it because not five seconds after Dustin had disappeared, he asked, âWould you? Go on a date with me?â
Flabbergasted, you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, your brain going a million miles an hour as you tried to come up with an answer as an arm came around your shoulders, ultimately halting your train of thought.
âOf course sheâd love to, dingus,â Robin said. You could hear the smile behind her words⊠and see it as you turned your head to face her.
âRobin,â you quietly hissed.
âOh, shush,â she whispered. âYou know you want to.â
You knew, deep down in your heart you knew you wanted to go on that date with one Steve Harrington. You had always wished that he would ask you, but alas⊠he never did. Always asking out the popular girls, the girls on the cheerleading team or dance team. And it always broke your heart.
This time, though, was different. It was you he was asking, not some other girl that only wanted to get into his pants⊠or he into theirs.
Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment before gathering your thoughts and nodding your head. âYeah. Okay.â
âYeah, okay, what?â Robin said, the smile evident on her face.
âYes, Steve, Iâll go on a date with you.â
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Two weeks had gone by before you were standing in front of your vanity mirror, looking over your outfit.
âHey, female - holy shit.â
You turned and spotted Eddie standing at your doorway, a cassette tape in his hands that he nearly dropped. Chuckling, you said, âHey, Eddie. Whatâcha got there?â
âUhh,â he said, looking from you to the cassette. Looking up with a devilish smile on his face, he played with it, before tilting his head and scrunching his nose. âMaybe itâs that album youâve been looking for.â
Scrunching your brows in thought, you wracked your brain trying to think of what album he could be talking about until it hit you with a gasp. âDef Leppardâs Pyromania?â
Pointing at you with the cassette, Eddie smiled and said, âThe very one.â
Squealing happily, you ran and jumped into your best friend's arms, hugging him tightly around his neck before releasing him, hands cupping his cheeks. âThank you, Ed.â
âYouâre welcome, sweetheart.â He gave you another quick hug before adding, âOh, by the way. You look beautiful. Youâre gonna knock Harringtonâs socks off.â
Chuckling, you said, âThanks, Eddie.â At the sound of Steveâs laugh, your body tensed the slightest bit, your best friend noticing.
âHey,â Eddie said, voice gentle. âItâs gonna be okay. Donât worry. If he tries anything, just let me know and Iâll kick his ass.â
âIn what? D&D?â
He was silent for a moment, his eyes going the tiniest bit wide before he nodded his head in agreement. âYeah, you got me there.â
You laughed as you turned to put the cassette on your vanity, giving yourself one more look over before exiting your room, purse on your shoulder. When you spotted Steve standing at the door with Dustin, laughing, your heart leapt into your throat. Steve looked damn good, and you knew tonight wouldnât end without the two of you making things official⊠after talking everything out.
When Dustin looked at you, his smile never faded. âWell, here she is. The lady of the hour.â
âOh, shut up,â you said, giving him a side hug as Steve chuckled.
He opened the door for you, escorting you out, Dustin, your mom and Eddie wishing the two of you a good night.
âTen bucks they end up together,â Dustin says.
âIâll up you ten and say theyâll do more than just âget togetherâ,â Eddie replied.
With a disgusted look on his face, Dustin looked up to his mentor, saying, âThatâs my sister, you gross ass.â
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The car ride to the movies was silent, but comfortable. The film choice for the night was The Karate Kid Part II. Your main reason for seeing it?; Ralph Macchio.
Max had told you if you didnât see it that sheâd hunt you down and murder you in your sleep. An empty threat from the redhead, but nevertheless, you told that youâd see it, a smile spreading across her face at your words.
Once the movie was over and you voiced that you were starving, Steve drove the two of you to Bennyâs, home of the best burgers and fries in Hawkins. As soon as you two walked into the diner, the waitress smiled to herself, already getting her notepad and pen out, writing down yours and Steveâs orders.
She waited on the two of you during your Freshman and Sophomore years of high school before Steve became King Steve. Gloria, the waitress, had always wondered where you were when Steve would come in with Tommy H and Carol. Steve had explained that the two of you werenât really hanging out anymore, which made her sad, so seeing the both of you at the diner together, made her smile.
The both of you took your normal booth in the middle along the wall of windows. You turned your head to the right, looking out at the cars passing by on the road. Sighing, you felt content before looking back at Steve, whose eyes had been on you the whole time.
Steve was immensely happy that you had decided to go on this date with him. He always felt bad at the treatment you got from him, and always wanted to make it up to you in the best way possible. This was the best thing he thought of. Doing what youâd always used to do; movie and then burgers at Bennyâs.
âWhat?â you asked, reaching up to touch your cheek. âDo I have something on my face?â
Chuckling, Steve looked down at the table before looking around the diner, eyeing Gloria, giving her a nod, a small smile on his face as he did, your eyes watching his movements.
Turning your head to look towards Gloria, your face lit up with happiness, the seasoned waitress walking over with her tray resting on her hand, bringing the two of your food.
âOh, my goodness,â she smiled. âLook at how grown you two have gotten. I was wondering when you two were gonna come walking back in here together.â
Your face flushed as Steveâs eyes widening the slightest bit at her words. She always rooted for the two of you. After Gloria had set your drinks in front of you, she smiled and said that sheâd be right back with a special treat for you and Steve.
Shrugging, you picked up your burger after topping it with your condiments and veggies of choice that were on your plate, you took the first bite, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head. âOh, my god. I forgot how good these burgers were.â
With furrowed brows, Steve picked up a fry and asked, âWhen was the last time you were here?â before popping it into his mouth.
âThe last time we both were here,â you said, after swallowing your bite, going back in for another.
Steve hummed to himself, taking a bite of his cheeseburger, having topped it with his toppings of choice.Â
About half way through your meal, Gloria set your favorite milkshakes in front of you, a big smile spreading on your face after she walked away. Using the spoon that was in the cup, you brought a spoonful of the thick milkshake to your mouth, quietly moaning with an eye roll at the flavors hitting your taste buds.
Pointing to the shake with the spoon, you said with a mouthful, âThe best damn shakes in Hawkins.â
âThe best damn shakes in all of Indiana!â Steve exclaimed, holding his own spoon out with some of his shake on it.
Scooping another spoonful, you âclinkedâ your spoons together, laughing at the silliness of it all. You had missed it, though, and so had Steve. Once your laughter had died down and you were finished with your meals, Steve had tried to pay, Gloria insisting that it was on the house, courtesy of Benny himself.
The drive back to your house was quiet again, but comfortable. Steve had his hands on the steering wheel and gear shift, respectfully, while yours was in your lap. All the words you wanted to say were a mess in your head, every thought that was tumbling around in your head caused you to lose track of time⊠and where you were.
A hand on your shoulder brought you back, your head turning towards Steve. âIâm sorry, what?â
He chuckled, his hand never leaving your shoulder. âI said, weâre here and asked if you were okay.â
âOh,â you said, sheepishly. âYeah. Got lost in thought, I guess.â
âWhat were you thinking about?âÂ
Shaking your head, you looked down and whispered, âItâs nothing.â
Putting his hand on yours and gaining your attention, Steve said, âHey. Whatever it is, you can tell me.â
All you could do for the next ten seconds was look into those hazel eyes you used to get lost in before you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, closing your eyes and sighing. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, as well, bringing his hand from yours to cup your cheek.
âIâve missed you, Stevie,â you whispered. You felt him stiffen just slightly, your opening and head lifting from his for just a moment before he brought your forehead back to his. âIâm sorry. I know you hate being called that.â
This time, it was Steve who lifted his head to look at you, his hand never moving from your cheek. âYouâre the only one that gets to call me that, yaâknow? Always have been, always will.â
A small smile spread on your lips, Steveâs hand moving slightly back towards your neck, his thumb rubbing at the top of your jawline near your ear. âDonât hate me for this,â he whispered.
âWhat are youââ you started, but your words were cut off by Steveâs lips on yours. You were a little shocked, to say the least, but you kissed him back regardless. It wasnât a hungry kiss. It was more of one that was testing the waters
With lips slowly moving in sync, you couldnât help but feel happy that his lips were actually on yours. You hated to admit it to yourself, but youâve always wondered what it would feel like to have Steveâs lips on yours, and now that they are⊠you couldnât get enough.
You wanted to keep kissing him until your lips were red, swollen, numb, the whole nine yards. All you wanted was Steve, and now⊠you think you have him.
When you both pulled away, breathless, you rested your foreheads against each otherâs, simultaneously. As you caught your breath, you smiled, a soft chuckle making its way from your lips.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asked, a smile on his face as well.
Rolling your head to the right a little, you bit your bottom lip before lifting your head and looking at those hazel eyes youâve always loved. âI just canât believe that happened.â
Moving his hand back to your cheek, Steve smiled that smile you hadnât seen in years. âWell, you better believe it⊠because I plan on doing that more.â
âIâm counting on it, Stevie.â
Steve chuckled while shaking his head, bringing your lips back to his with a smile on both of your faces.
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On the Clock
Summary: Ari stops by for a snack while he's out chasing a lead.
Warnings: Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Oral Sex (fem rec), Finger Fucking, Ass Slapping, Ass Grabbing, Handcuffs (mentioned), Overstimulation (implied), Cursing, Pet Names, Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are sincerely appreciated.
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âOh God, IâBeast!â
Your fist slams down on the desk as your legs threaten to give out from under you. It was all too much. Between each sinful flick of his tongue, and the delicate precision of his thick fingers roughly pumping in and out of your dripping pussyâŠÂ
You werenât sure if you were actually going to survive.Â
âGimme one more, Bird. Just one.â Ariâs free hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp crack echoing through your tiny stockroom and spilling out into the shop. âYou can do it.âÂ
A muffled sob escapes as you cling to the cool, flat surface for dear life while that same hand delivers another blow â this time giving your cheek a hard squeeze after it lands. His punishing grip all but ensuring that youâll be heading home with fresh bruises, although he has yet to hear you complain.Â
Especially after he just got done telling you that all your sweet curves belonged to him anyway. A fact that you were no longer as interested in disputing as you once used to be. Maybe it was because you enjoyed wearing his marks almost as much as he enjoyed giving them to you. Â
The filthy wet squelch of his fingers as they ruthlessly fuck your cunt, along with with the sounds of your desperate cries, has you feeling grateful that thereâs no one around to witness just how pitiful you must look.Â
Of course you have Ari to thank for that, whose quick thinking brought you to this very moment.Â
Which involves him kneeling between your parted thighs, eating your pussy from the back. Devouring you as if his life depends on it. And for all you knew, it did.
Because when Ari had sent you a message at 11:57am asking if you were free for a quick snack, youâd had no idea that heâd been referring to this. But then again, you also hadnât had time to respond, what with you trying to box up orders for several waiting customers.Â
Which meant that youâd been just as surprised as anyone when he strolled through the doors of Baubles & Quills less than ten minutes later, with his badge displayed on his hip and a scowl etched across his ruggedly handsome face.
Confused by his sudden presence, youâd offered him a brief smile before suggesting that he might be more comfortable waiting for you in the back. Of course your bounty hunter had declined, muttering something about âbeing on the clockâ. And then heâd stood off in the corner glowering at the small group of patrons that were steadily occupying your time.Â
Precious time that was apparently reserved for him.
Shaking your head, youâd simply returned your attention to running your business. If Ari had questions that needed answering before you were slated to see him tonight, then he was going to have to wait his turn. Afterall, you had bills to pay for both this place as well as your own home. And providing quality customer service was one way to ensure that you would be able to do all of that on time and in full.
However, thatâs not to say that you werenât affected by his presence. It was almost impossible to ignore the weight of his heavy gaze. Especially since your body felt the need to respond accordingly against your own best interests.
From your quickening pulse and pebbled nipples, to your slightly shaking hands and damp panties, your bounty hunter was not the type to be so easily relegated to the background. Nor was he the kind of man who would allow himself to be forgotten either.
Which was why you then witnessed Ari escort your last patron, the lovely Ms. Greta Thurman who was also pushing 80, out to her car with all the patience of a saint. Only for him to return seconds later, this time locking the door behind him and flipping your sign around to signal that the shop was closed â without your fucking permission.
Youâd opened your mouth, fully prepared to protest such gross mistreatment. Only to swiftly think better of it the moment youâd gotten a good look at his face. And then heâd motioned for you to join him back in the stockroom, which had been roughly twenty minutes ago. And nowâŠ
Now, you were growing increasingly convinced you were going to die. And yet, the Beast at your back had the nerve to keep demanding that you give him one more. Always just one more.Â
âPoor little Bird.â Ari hums, sounding slightly out of breath. But he doesnât let that stop him, especially when he feels you clench around his fingers when they strum over that special spot inside you. âYou might be done, but your pussy wants more.â His pointed tongue goes back to rhythmically lashing at your sensitive clit.Â
Again and again. It was enough to drive a woman crazy.
âItâs so good, Beast! Sâgood!â You mewl, your short, blunt nails scraping against the desk. âSâgooâfuckfuckfuck!â Your ability to form coherent sentences has long since abandoned you, leaving you a sweaty, blubbering mess as your body works overtime to process the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.
âMy greedy girl.â His harsh growl has your knees about ready to buckle. âGreediest pussy Iâve ever had.â Sensing youâre about to collapse, he removes his fingers from your wet heat, making you whine. And then he goes back to squeezing and kneading your ass, loving the way you rise up on your toes as he holds you open for his assault.
âAri!â You continue to whine, wishing you still had his fingers buried deep in your cunt, even as your impending orgasm looms. He growls again in response, the heady vibrations pulsing through your entire overly stimulated body.
You try to run â attempting to climb over the desk in search of refuge â only for your bounty hunter to drag you back.Â
âTry that shit again and Iâll cuff you.â Is the only gruff warning you receive before he goes back to lapping at your honeyed folds. The vulgar sounds he makes as he sucks and slurps at your heated flesh, demonstrating just how committed he is to his task.
And he positively hated being interrupted. Your vision blurs when he reaches around to stroke talented fingers along your swollen nub, taking special care not to send you over the edge until he felt you were ready.
Asshole.
Your hips continue to writhe and buck beneath his assault, but you donât try to run again. And this time when your orgasm washes over you, it feels so good it hurts. Your mouth falls open on a silent scream as wave after wave of bliss sends your nerve endings buzzing.Â
It was hands down some of the most exquisite pleasure you had ever experienced.Â
Eventually Ari relaxes his hold, albeit rather reluctantly, before giving you a minute or two to get your bearings. âThank you, baby.â He murmurs, the husky timbre of his voice sending another small jolt of white-hot electricity pulsing through you as he goes to stand up. âThat should be enough to get me through.âÂ
âHuh?â Comes your weak reply. Frankly, heâs lucky to even get that. Right now you could barely function, let alone string together a damn sentence. But then it registers that heâs leaving.Â
Even though he hadnât â
âI really hate to eat and run, but Iâm afraid Iâm on the clock.â He winks at you, taking a moment to twirl your ruined panties around his index finger. âJust needed a taste of something sweet first.â He then tucks the garment into the back pocket of his jeans.Â
At this rate, your entire underwear drawer was going to be empty before the monthâs end. Which meant that you were going to have to put your foot down and demand he return them. At least a few pairs anyway. The brute wouldnât be happy until you were walking around this town going commando.Â
âOh.â You mumble, feeling a pang of disappointment as you push your damp curls off of your forehead. âUm, okay.â But as quickly as it comes, itâs replaced by a fresh surge of heat in your belly when you finally notice the wetness still darkening his beard. Something he didnât seem too worried about fixing.
âAw, donât look so disappointed, Bird.â His big hands go to frame your face, pulling you close to capture your lips in a heartfelt kiss that has you practically melting. And you canât help the sliver of female satisfaction that slowly unfurls inside of you when you catch a hint of your warm, earthy scent on his skin.Â
Because whether you realized it or not, youâd just marked your territory in a way no other woman could possibly compete with. This Beast was all yours for the time being.Â
âThere we go.â Grinning when you finally relax, your gentle giant pecks your lips one last time before stepping away from you. He winces slightly, adjusting his straining erection through his jeans, inwardly cursing the fact he had an appointment across town that he was probably already late for. âIâll be at your place no later than 8:00pm with takeout from Mi Patron. Text me what you want and then be sure to call when youâre locking up, okay?â
âOkay, Ari.â You breathe, your teeth going to nibble at your bottom lip. âItâs a date.â On impulse, you raise up on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him down for one last kiss â which he eagerly accepts without an ounce of fight.Â
âSorry.â Is all you say when you finally allow yourselves to come up for air. In truth, you werenât feeling even remotely apologetic. But you did have an image to maintain so⊠âMustâve lost my balance.â
âRight.â Ari whistles low, shaking his head as he pins you with a knowing look. âIâll see you later. Behave while Iâm gone, sweet girl.â With that, he turns on his heel and heads in the direction of your front door. Leaving you alone to make peace with the fact that you were falling for this man.
âIâm doomed.â You mutter, staring down at your bare toes while you debate your next move. On one hand, you supposed you could always skip town. But given his profession, you reasoned heâd be able to track you down with relative ease.Â
Well, there went that option. With a sigh you bend down to pick up your capris so you can go about making yourself look presentable again, sans panties. The way you saw it, the only choice you had left was to go down swinging. Which made sense. And if that was the case, thenâŠ
âIâm taking you down with me, Levinson.â
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The Maidenâs Voyage - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)
Youâre a passenger on a ship attacked by pirates. The pirate captain Sukuna chooses you to be his entertainment for the voyage.
Part 1Â |Â Part 2Â |Â Part 3 | Part 4
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Sukuna as a Pirate Captain. Very rough sex! Violence. Blood. Sukuna is a cruel, sadistic monster here! Youâve been warned!
Part of CandyCandyâs 2k Followers Event! There will be multiple parts because I got really attached to this idea and it was getting too long. Any feedback, comments, reblogs, etc. will make my day sunny and bright! đ Dividers by @benkeibear!
âSukuna!â
Your voice doesnât sound like it belongs to you as you cry out his name. Youâre behind him, unable to see where he was stabbed, but blood is pooling at your feet.Â
The man who attacked you is suddenly thrown back, his body slamming into the deck. Sukuna turns to face you, and you see that the dagger has stabbed completely through his forearm. It frightens you, but you canât help being relieved that he hasnât been hit in a vital spot.Â
Several other pirates run over and grab the attacker, holding him down. His face is shoved down against the deck.Â
âHe must have stowed away at the port,â one of them says to Sukuna.Â
The captain walks over to the man, seeming completely unfazed by the knife stuck in his arm. âYouâve got guts, Iâll give you that. But your plan was weak.â
The man grunts in frustration, trying in vain to break free. âMurderer! Youâll burn in hell for what youâve done!â
Sukuna grins down at him. âMaybe Iâll fuck your fiancĂ© when I get there. Oh wait, you said her body was found on the ship. She must have been an ugly, worthless cunt if I didnât bother bringing her to my ship for my men to fuck.â
The manâs face twists in rage and despair, and he screams. No words, just a guttural howl of fury. And mid scream, Sukuna brings his boot down on the manâs head, cracking it open like watermelon. You turn your face away. Youâve seen bloodshed before, on your own ship, but it doesnât make this any less gruesome. And even though the man tried to kill you, you canât help feeling sorry for him. He lost someone precious to him in a horrific way. That would drive anyone to madness.Â
Sukuna turns to you. âLetâs go back to my quarters.â
You look at his arm and then back to his face. âBut, the dagger! You need to-â
âI need a strong drink!â he says, grinning to his men. They cheer their captain, and one of them hurries off to get that drink.
Sukuna takes you by the hand and pulls you along with him. On the way back to his cabin, one of the pirates hands him a full bottle of rum.Â
Once inside, he shuts the door and heads over to his bed to sit down. He opens the bottle of rum and takes a long drink.Â
âDonât you have a doctor on this ship?â you ask, moving over to him.Â
âI do, but Iâm not going to him.â
âWhat?! Why not? Youâve got a dagger in your arm! When you pull it out, youâll bleed to-â
âIâm the captain of this ship,â he says firmly. âI canât show weakness in front of my men. It would be better to die from an injury than to be killed in a mutiny and have my legacy tarnished.â
âThatâs ridiculous!â you shout, realizing a second later that itâs the first time youâve raised your voice to him outside of your screams during sex.Â
He puts one hand on the hilt of the dagger. âItâll be fine. Iâve had worse wounds.â
âWait!â you yell, then hurry over to the dresser to pull out a fresh sheet. You rip it into strips. âYouâll need to bandage it quickly!â
He takes another drink of the rum, then jerks the dagger out and drops it to the floor. Blood begins pouring out of the wound at an alarming rate. He pours some of the rum over it, not even wincing at the burn, then reaches for the strips of cloth.Â
You rush over and grab them, holding his arm out and beginning to wrap it up. Sukuna pulls his arm free. âI can do it myself! Iâm not depending on a woman to-â
âTwice now!â you suddenly say, cutting him off. âTwice now youâve told me to touch you as I please! This is how I please! Will you go back on your words, Captain?â
He stares at you for a moment, then laughs. âYouâre right. Do as you wish then.â
He holds still from then on and lets you bandage his arm tightly. It takes more cloth than you expected, forcing you to tear up more strips, and Sukuna finishes off the rum. When finished, you sigh and sit on the bed beside him. âWeâll have to change it every couple days or so, and watch out for infection. But I think this has stopped the bleeding.â
He looks at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the rum and the blood loss. âWhy are you doing this? You should be trying to kill me yourself.â
âYou only got stabbed because you stood in front of me,â you tell him. âWhy did you do that?â
He scoffs, looking away from you. âI told you before. Iâm not done playing with you yet. I intend to enjoy you thoroughly before the end of this voyage.â
It strikes you then that this is the most vulnerable youâve ever seen him. Injured and weakened, while still maintaining his smug persona. But thereâs something in his demeanor, in his eyes, that feels different. He leans just slightly against you, the shoulder of his injured arm touching yours.Â
You reach one hand over and place it carefully on his bandages. His body feels warm next to you. âThank you for protecting me,â you say quietly.Â
He meets your gaze, wearing a mysterious expression. âIâm an injured man. Are you going to comfort me, woman?â
You suddenly feel hot, almost feverish. You realize thereâs a part of you thatâs been wanting to touch him all evening. You stand up from the bed and move to stand in front of him. As he watches, you slowly pull off the lovely new dress and drape it over a nearby chair, then you step closer until youâre standing between his legs.Â
His uninjured arm circles around you, pulling you so that your body is pressed firmly against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he tilts his head up slightly. You kiss him, deeply and passionately, your lips smashed into his, your tongue slipping into his hot, rum coated mouth.Â
You feel a hand softly squeezing your breast, and look down to see that heâs using his bandaged arm. You wonder absently if flexing his fingers like this hurts his wound. But then his mouth moves down, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone before  closing around your hardened nipple, his wet tongue flicking at it.Â
Your breathing gets faster as you snake your hands down to open his pants. Unsurprisingly, heâs already hard, his huge cock standing up straight and proud. You position yourself above it, then slowly sink down, wincing slightly at how he stretches you.Â
Heâs staring at your face, his expression calm, as if he hasnât just been stabbed, as if thereâs not a naked woman currently in his lap, struggling to take his entire cock. You want to make him react, to see his handsome face display the pleasure you give him, so you lower yourself further down, gasping when you feel that heâs all the way in.Â
You sit there for a moment, your arms wrapped around him, face pressed into his shirt, giving yourself time to adjust to his massive size. Itâs a luxury you donât normally get. Strangely, he doesnât rush you to begin moving, or thrust up into you. His good arm simply remains wound around your back. Â
Once youâre ready, you pull back slightly to look him in the eyes as you gradually begin moving up and down. Your hands slip down and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Youâre struck by the urge to feel his muscled torso against your skin, to see those alluring tattoos. Once his shirt is open, your fingers slide beneath it, your palms rubbing over his chest.Â
You know youâre playing a dangerous game. These feelings youâre experiencing will only bring you pain. Another pirate sneeringly told you that Captain Sukuna never keeps or releases his women. Without exception he always either kills them or hands them over to his men once heâs done playing with them. The pirate seemed to think it would be the latter, and you cringed when his eyes roved over you.Â
How will you feel when he decides heâs tired of you? When heâs stabbing you to death? When heâs laughing and watching his men take turns with you?Â
You canât imagine it, but you also canât fight what youâre feeling right now as you sink down to the base of his cock again, taking quick shuddering breaths as you maintain eye contact with him.Â
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Sukuna still doesnât know exactly why he protected her. He tells himself itâs probably because he didnât want to lose his plaything for the rest of the voyage. But the truth is, he moved without thinking, as if it were a reflex.Â
And now, that beautiful, delicate flower he protected is riding him so well. His instinct is to throw her onto the bed and fuck her violently, but thereâs something appealing about watching her take the lead, watching her take his cock so very deep of her own accord. Her motions are slow, but deliberate, intimate. She clenches him tightly, her eyes full of lust, her lips plump and swollen from their kiss.Â
She leans her head down, and he feels her wet little tongue on his chest, licking along the black lines of ink. Ah, such a sweet maiden. He could stay buried inside her forever.Â
What is he going to do with her? The thought of any of his men touching her, experiencing her tight, velvety pussy for themselves, fills him with intense anger. And he canât bring himself to snuff out her existence.Â
He pushes these thoughts to the back of his mind. No use thinking about it now, while sheâs wrapped around him so pleasingly. She pushes down again, taking him all the way in, and her soft hands tremble as her breaths hitch. Her face looks blissful, her expression rapturous.Â
âYouâre⊠so deep⊠inside me,â she says, now gripping his shoulders for dear life. âFeels⊠so good!â
Sukuna has never done this before, never allowed a woman to climb onto him and fuck herself on his cock as she pleases, going so slowly and carefully. Heâs always only cared for his own pleasure, which he got from pounding into women as roughly as possible, enjoying their screams and the friction of fucking them so hard.Â
But looking at the unbelievably beautiful woman before him, heâs beginning to understand the appeal of fucking this way. Watching such a pure, innocent maidenâs face glow with pleasure just from having his cock inside her is making him feel heated in a way heâs never experienced before.Â
Her eyes are locked onto his, and she suddenly appears shy. Funny, considering sheâs completely naked, breasts bouncing in front of his face as her slick pussy moves up and down his shaft. âDoes it⊠feel good⊠for you?â she asks as she continues moving, clearly craving validation from him.Â
He grins at her. âFeels so good, Iâm going to completely fill your womb with my cum.â
She sighs, closing her eyes as if sheâs content. Then her arms are around him again, her body pressed to his, and he can feel her heartbeat through her skin. Itâs beating so fast as she moves her hips in a circular motion, moaning when his cock hits the right spot inside her.Â
When she cums, she clamps down on him, and he can feel her shuddering as her heart races. Sukuna has never truly felt another human being so deeply before, been so connected to another person, and for a brief moment, even he is overwhelmed. A throaty moan escapes his lips, and she immediately looks at his face, her eyes wide. In the heat of the moment, he only wants to feel more of her, so he pulls her into a kiss, their tongues mingling, until he reaches release.
As promised, he fully coats her insides with his seed, wanting to dye her in his colors completely.Â
The pain in his arm is all but forgotten as they stay there on the bed, melded into each other.Â
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For the next several days, things are back to what you call normal on this ship. Sukuna goes back to being rough with you, but your body has slowly begun to enjoy it, to a certain degree.Â
For as long as you live, youâll never forget the sheer intimacy of that night, when he was gentle with you for the first time. You felt like the two of you became one, if only for a few moments. You long to experience that again, but Sukuna has shown no inclination towards repeating that night.
The end of the two weeks is quickly approaching, and you feel dread building in the pit of your stomach. Your only plan is to beg Sukuna to kill you swiftly, because dying by his hands would be preferable to being handed over like a piece of meat, discarded and unwanted.Â
So on the eve before your last day, before the ship will dock at their destination, you feel extremely anxious as you wait in Sukunaâs quarters. When he walks in, you stand up from the bed, holding your hands in front of you nervously.Â
âWeâll reach land in the morning,â Sukuna tells you. âWeâre just spending a few days there to resupply and rest.â
You nod, wondering why heâs bothering to tell you.Â
He looks at your worried face, and heâs silent for a moment. You have your plea prepared in your mind. Youâll as him to give you a quick and painless death. But he sighs and sits in his chair. âWhen we dock, youâll leave the ship. Iâll give you enough gold to buy passage to wherever you were going.â
You feel like youâve been slapped. âWhat?â
âIâm letting you go,â he says. âYou can return to whatever life you were living.â
Your fists are now balled at your sides. Your whole body is shaking as tears sting your eyes. âHow dare you!â you suddenly shout.Â
Sukuna blinks, surprised by your outburst.Â
âYou kidnap me,â you begin, âhave your way with me, make me fall in love with you, then send me away?! How could you?!â
His eyes widen slightly, then that smug grin youâve grown to love spreads over his face. âSo youâve actually fallen for me?â
You feel your cheeks burning. You didnât intend to confess your feelings this way. But the catâs out of the bag now. âYes, I have. And I wonât be thrown off the ship like a stowaway!â
Sukuna stands up and steps over to you. âIf you stay, I canât guarantee anything. I might end up doing something truly heinous to you.â
You look up at him. âI understand.â
He puts one hand on your face, his thumb grazing your lips. âI wonât go easy on you just because you love me. Iâll still fuck you whenever I want, as hard as I want.â
You swallow, then slowly nod. âI can accept that.â
His eyes seem to soften. âBut I suppose⊠fucking you gently every now and then wouldnât be so bad.â
He leans in and kisses you softly. When he pulls away, you steel your resolve and say, âI have a request.â
Thereâs a hint of surprise on his face as he says, âOh? And what would that be? More dresses? We can get some when we dock.â
âNo more women,â you say.Â
He laughs. âJealous already? I donât intend to take a woman for myself while I already have one who pleases me.â
âNo, I mean⊠no taking any women. At all.â
âThe men will hate you,â he says, though heâs still smiling.Â
âI was thinking about this. There should be women willing to come aboard and⊠entertain the crew if theyâre paid or perhaps given free passage to somewhere theyâd like to go.â
âYou mean whores.â
Thatâs not a word youâre comfortable using, but you nod. âYes. And wouldnât the men be better served by women who choose to be here, who have experience pleasuring men?â
âIâll consider it,â he says, then he suddenly jerks your body to him and wraps his arms around you. His wound seems to be healing well. âNow take off this dress before I rip it off. Youâll need something to wear when we disembark tomorrow.â
You slide the dress up and over your head. âWill you be gentle with me tonight?â you ask.Â
His hands are already exploring your body. âNot when you ask me so sweetly. It only makes me want to ravage you more.â
Your fingers are tracing his tattoos. âBut I wanted to feel you tonight, all the way to my core, while I ride you.â
He pauses, looking into your eyes. âYouâve bewitched me, woman.â
You smile at him as he takes your hand and leads you to the bed. Your true voyage has only just begun.Â
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