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silentglassbreak · 4 months ago

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ok bestie I have a request for my delulu self mwuah

my scenario:

Noah’s your hot neighbor, lives in the apartment across the hall. you’ve really only spoken in passing— to exchange pleasantries and phone numbers, just in case— but you did have takeout with him and his rowdy group of guy friends (Folio, Ruffilo, and Jolly, who else?) when he was first moving in. a thank you for moving one single box (that’s all they let you touch before one of them was grabbing it out of your hands). Noah mumbles something about him not about to let “his pretty new neighbor carry his shit.”

one night you touch yourself to the thought of him, you might moan his name 🤭— he’s not even home half the time, what are the chances he’d hear you? except he does. because he’s home and the walls are thin. and your phone dings with his text.

want some help, sweetheart? ft. Noah sleeping over please!!!

preferably anonymous other than x fem!reader but I like pet names!!! sweetheart, baby, angel are my favorites <33

I know it’s a lot of details, you don’t have to include them all, it’s more so to give you an idea of the vibe 💖💖 utterly filthy but still he’s still a softie and a sweetheart

thank you this is actually so cool of you mwuah

Mmmm we love a good hot neighbor trope, yeah? What a cutie patootie he is, eh?

Mkay, let’s get into this.

After Writing Notes: This man will be the death of me…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, Noah being an absolute munch 😜

Skin

“Good morning, Angel.” His deep voice rings in my ears, and there he is, as he always is, sitting on his balcony, joint in his hand, guitar perched against the rail. He’s likely writing again, but Christ, does he have to always be out there at 7AM? I hate being up this early, and am never in the mood to speak to anyone.

I just want to sip my coffee, clear my cobwebs, and mentally prepare for my workday. The shop is packed, and my books are completely full, my first session starting at 9AM. I don’t have time for his early-bird antics today, nor the patience.

“Morning.” I grumble between sips of steaming hot coffee.

“Sleep well?” He pushes his joint out in the ashtray, careful not to damage it, obviously saving it for later.

“Mmph.” Is all I can muster while leaning back in my chair, pulling my sweater tighter around me. The crisp October morning has brought about hues of orange and amber in the trees surrounding the building. My favorite time of year.

“Busy day today? Must be if you’re up at this hour.”

I sigh heavily, eyes darting to him. His pale yellow hoodie and black beanie look so perfectly placed.

Noah is attractive, there is no arguing it, but he’s annoying. He’s always so positive and chipper. His friends are always over, as upbeat as he is. They’re in a band, and to be fair, they aren’t bad. They just like to start practicing at 10AM, on Sundays, which are the only days I get to sleep in.

I like them. On occasion, they’ll invite me over for pizza and to watch hockey, which I usually accept. None of them have ever been creepy or made a pass at me, which is so refreshing.

Noah does some mild flirting, using pet names instead of my actual name. Nick let it slip once that it’s because his ex has the same middle name as my first name, and that bugs him. He would rather not associate me with someone like her. I suppose that’s fair, so I’ve let it go. They’re all sweet, non-provocative names anyway.

“All booked today.” I slipped out.

He nodded. “I plan to schedule with you soon.”

I rolled my eyes. “You say that every week, Noah.”

His guitar was now dutifully placed on his lap, his fingers strumming a slow melody. “True, but the struggling musician lifestyle doesn’t exactly come with a wad of cash.”

I smirked. “Told you I’d discount you.”

“Discount as in…free?” I chuckled.

Despite hating his early routine, he usually did manage to perk me up in the mornings.

I stood up, opening the sliding door and slipping inside. “Keep dreamin’, champ.”

The day had been absolutely brutal. My wrists were still vibrating from holding my machine the entire day. I had hoped my last client would be done two hours earlier, but he had to keep taking breaks. Because of that fact, my hands were extra tired, and there was no way I could finish my sketch in preparation for tomorrow’s client, so I had to wake up early again.

Slinging my bag over the back of the couch, I huffed out a groan as I slumped down onto it. Days like today were becoming more and more frequent, and I was exhausted. I needed to clear my books for a week and have a staycation. Do nothing and see no one.

Heaving myself up, I made my way to the bathroom, taking my hair out of the tight bun it had been kept in all day. My fingers scrubbed at my scalp before I turned the water of the shower on.

I let my wrists and hands sit under the scalding spray for what felt like hours, just trying to loosen the joints. Afterwards, I massaged a brutal amount of lidocaine cream on them to ease the tension.

Pouring myself a glass of red wine, I stepped out onto my balcony with my favorite sweatshirt and the latest book my sister had recommended to me. It was a love story with very light smut, so she figured I’d enjoy it. If only she had known the types of stories I read regularly.

Still, I humored her.

Flipping on my porch light, I leaned back on my chair and pulled a blanket from my basket over me, covering my bare legs.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I startled, nearly spilling wine all over the pages.

“Jesus Christ, Noah!”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me.”

“No, gosh you almost gave me a stroke.”

His eyes peered over the separating railing at me. “Whatcha reading?”

I snorted, taking a gulp of my wine. “Some romance novel my sister keeps bugging me to read.”

He nodded his chin at this, not verbally responding. I noted the beer in his hand, and his eyes peering out at the city below.

I didn’t know Noah well at all. In fact, I knew so little that it was almost freaky, given that I saw him all the time. That’s the price I pay for being closed off. I do, however, know that he doesn’t drink much at all, and typically only does when something is bothering him.

“You okay?” I closed my book around my fingers so as to not lose my place.

He didn’t look up at me or respond, just took a pull from his beer.

No quips or witty remarks? This was even more unlike him.

“Bad day?”

He nodded.

“Want to talk about it?” He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say anything. He just sighed heavily. I pursed my lips, watching as his eyes stayed trained on the lights flickering off in the distance of Los Angeles, entranced in his own mind.

Then an idea sparked. “Oh! I know!” I set my book down, and stood up. He looked at me, finally. “Stay there! I know what you need!”

He quirked an eyebrow and took another swig from his bottle. I ran inside, grabbing the grocery bag inside my work tote, the goodies still untouched from my way home. When I came back out, I reached in the bag, pulling out the yellow package.

“Catch.” I chucked it at him, which he caught one handed. He scanned the bag, and smiled.

“All pink and red Starburst.” He looked back up at me. “You know what I needed.”

I smirked, pulling my other candy out of the bag, Sweettart Ropes, and began munching. He popped the bag of his own candy open and began unwrapping the tiny cubes.

“Now do you want to talk about it?”

Looking down at the wrapper balled up in his hand, he sighed hard, chewing the soft candy.

“We met with our label today.” His beanie from earlier was still on his head, perfectly placed. “They want us to join a tour.”

I chewed my ropes, speaking around the candy in my mouth. “And that’s bad? I thought that was part of being a band? Isn’t that how you make good money?”

He nodded, drinking more of his beer. “It can be, but I’m nervous. And they’re pressuring us.”

“What do you have to be nervous for? You’re super talented.”

He looked over, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “When have you ever heard our music?”

I scoffed. “Every Sunday morning through the paper thin walls.”

This made him laugh, which was a nice sound in comparison to his previously somber tone.

“I just recently started working on my vocals. Our early stuff was mostly all screaming. This last album has singing, though. I don’t feel ready to perform that live.”

I nodded. “Well, you practice, I know that.”

“Yeah, but it’s not that simple. I’ve got to know I can do it. I can’t second guess myself or I fuck up. I know it.” He sighed hard, setting the candy and beer on his table, and pressed the heel of his palms into his eyes.

“Mm,” I swallowed my candy. “is it a crowd thing?”

“I’m not really sure.” He rested his elbows on his knees. “I feel like it’s a being put on the spot, thing? I don’t know.”

I mulled this around. “I see.” I played with the idea in my brain before speaking. “So sing to me.”

His eyes shot up. “What?”

“Sing to me, Noah. Right here, right now.”

“The fuck? I can’t just do that.” He looked bewildered.

“Why not? It’s about being put on the spot. So sing to me.”

Noah stared at me as if I was insane. “What do I even sing? I don’t know any Taylor Swift songs.”

I scrunched my nose up at that. “Gross. No thank you.” He chuckled at that. “Sing me something of yours.”

He shook his head. “You won’t like our music.”

“Sure I do! I know you sing one about lions? Sing me that one!”

He all out laughed then. “The one about lions? Are you kidding?!”

I joined in on his laughter. “It’s the only one I remember.”

He groaned. “You’re serious?”

I sat back in my chair, chewing my candy, silently making it clear I was dead serious. He rolled his eyes and stood up.

“Hang on.” He disappeared inside. I took a large gulp of my wine, and waited.

He returned a few minutes later with his acoustic guitar, the one he usually had in the mornings. He also had taken off his beanie and sweatshirt, his tattooed arms and freshly cut hair on display. Were his arms always so muscular? No, he had definitely been working out.

“Alright, I’ll play you the one about lions, but please don’t laugh if I go off-key?”

I leaned forward, glass in hand, giving him my full attention. “Never.”

He sighed, and strummed the opening riffs of the song. It was slower, and sadder than when I had heard him practice it.

“You set me up as a villain, but you never mentioned the root of the problem. Took what you wanted and flipped it, but you won’t be dragging my name to the bottom.”

Noah’s voice was melodic, perfectly on key.

“So much unsaid. Left me for dead. I won’t forget.”

The song sounded more powerful in this style.

“Well everyone’s listening. And they know the difference. You’re not failing our senses.”

His fingers stopped strumming for a beat.

“If you’re throwing me to the lions, you should know I’m not scared of dying. I wouldn’t take back one thing I did. One word I said, but I’m going to make you wish you did.”

I smiled at the chorus, now remembering why I remember the lions.

“Jump to conclusions, they fall for illusions, but you weren’t there trying to stop them. You’re going low at the end of the road, but that won’t be the path that I follow.”

I finished my wine, setting the glass down and intertwining my fingers.

“So much unsaid, left me for dead. I won’t forget.”

He stopped strumming again, and I noticed he had his eyes closed. He hadn’t opened them once.

“Well everyone’s listening. And they know the difference. You’re not failing our senses.”

“If you’re throwing me to the lions, you should know I’m not scared of dying. I wouldn’t take back one thing I did. One word I said. But I’m going to make you wish you did.”

The chord progression changed leading into the bridge.

“I’m holding on to this until the scale’s untilted.”

He stopped, his pitch rising.

“Well everyone’s listening, and they know the difference. You’re not failing our senses, but you’re pushing my limits.”

“If you’re throwing me to the lions, you should know I’m not scared of dying. I wouldn’t take back one thing I did. One word I said. Oh-whoa.”

I leaned back in my chair, thoroughly enjoying this private show I was receiving.

“If you’re throwing me to the lions, you should now I’m not scared of dying. I wouldn’t take back one thing I did. One word I said. Oh God, I’ll make you wish you did.”

He strummed the final chord and opened his eyes. I was smiling from ear to ear. I clapped my hands together, which made him blush.

“Oh stop.” He set his guitar down, leaning back in his chair and grabbing his beer.

“That was fantastic, Noah!”

He shook his head. “It was okay. I wasn’t on key the entire second chorus.”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you always this hard on yourself?”

He smirked. “Always.”

“Please tell me that song is called Lions.”

This made him genuinely laugh. He shook his head. “It’s called Limits.”

“Mm, close enough.” He smirked at me.

“You really liked it?”

I nodded in response. “I did. It was really beautiful.”

His eyebrow raised and his thumb traced the rim of the beer bottle.

“You’re really beautiful.”

My stomach dropped clean out of my body, and my expression stilled. He didn’t waver, however, staring at me with a stern expression.

“Thank you.” Was all I could manage to say.

He nodded in acknowledgement, throwing back the bottle and tossing it into the trash can next to his table.

“Well, it’s past my bedtime. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I smiled. “Bright and early.”

He grinned back. “Goodnight, Angel.”

“Goodnight, Noah.”

I tossed and turned in bed, sleep being the farthest thing from me. I had to get some rest, as I had to be up in less than eight hours, but even the wine hadn’t been able to wash the day off of me.

To be honest, the melody of the song kept ringing through my brain, the image of Noah strumming his guitar flashing past my eyelids.

His arms are so big. He’s actually kind of…buff? He didn’t look like that when he moved in. As much as I loved his long hair, the short hair was so fitting on him, falling loose by his ears.

Before I could stop myself, my hand was snaking down into the waistband of my shorts, fingers ghosting over the top of my clit. An orgasm should help me sleep, right?

As much as I know my rose would make quick work of this, the idea of having another vibrating object in my hand made my wrists ache. I opted to just take my time, fingers circling my sweet spot, and let myself indulge in the idea of my hot neighbor, fingers running over the string of the guitar. Arms flexing when he moved his hand up and down the neck. Throat constricting as the lyrics flowed out of his plump lips.

I could feel myself getting into the idea, my body sinking comfortably into the mattress. Lips parting, I pictured him on the other side of the walls. What did he look like shirtless? Was his chest as muscular as his arms? Did his tattoos spread all the way to his chest?

My fingers applied more pressure, making me squirm, and a soft breath left my lips. I wanted to be quiet, but I was alone. Did it matter?

Noah is likely sleeping, so I doubted that he would be able to hear anything.

I let a moan escape, letting one finger dip between my lips and feel how the moisture had built up at the thought of him. My pussy ached at the idea of his hands, long fingers pressing into me. I would bet he could hit my sweet spot with the first knuckle. I gasped hard, my hips bucking at the thought.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned, my mind drifting even further.

If his fingers were that long, how long was the rest of him? Did his cock size up to his gargantuan stature? What would it feel like? Would it hurt? Would it stretch? Likely, given I hadn’t been intimate with anyone for at least eight months. Would riding him be possible?

“Mmm,” I licked my lips at the image. “God, Noah.”

His name slipped out, and for a split second, I almost blushed, until I remembered it was just me.

That is, until I hard my phone chime on my nightstand.

I groaned, stilling my hand and growling. I was so close, and now it was gone. I snatched my phone, but my body froze when I saw the text on my screen.

Noah: Having fun over there, sweetheart?

My brain melted, completely mortified. Why was he awake?! He went to bed an hour ago!

I couldn’t respond, wishing I could sink into a hole in the mattress and disappear.

His type bubble appeared, and my heart rate sped up.

Noah: You’ve been at it a little while. Sounds like you may need a hand?

What do I even say to that? Am I okay with that? The heat between my legs screamed at me, telling me to take him up on his offer, but my brain put the brakes on.

We are neighbors. Did I want to change that dynamic? Did I want to tempt the fates?

I’m not, and have not been, in a place where I wanted to be in any kind of relationship/situationship/friends with benefits agreement right now. What did inviting him over mean?

Or was it that deep? Did I need to think about it that hard?

Me: Back door’s unlocked.

My finger hovered over the send button for a good 30 seconds before finally getting the nerve to press send. Once I had, I practically threw my phone across the room in hysteria.

What had I done?

After a moment, I heard a sound of a mattress creaking and shifting, and the sound of his sliding door.

Holy fuck.

My room was pitch black, so the light trailing in to the room from the moonlight was disrupted when his tall silhouette appeared. The door slid open smoothly, and he stepped in.

Instinctively, I reached over and tapped on the lamp on my bedside table, propping myself up on my elbows.

There he stood, hair just slightly messy from his pillow, shorts hanging low on his hips, and no tshirt.

Well, that answers my question. His chest and abdomen were covered in colorful, beautiful tattoos. Behind them, his muscles were chiseled and tight.

“You good, angel?”

He stood, and leaned his back against the wall, arms behind his back.

I guess my expression had been confusing, so I shook my head.

“Yeah, just a little embarrassed.”

This made him smile. “You shouldn’t be.”

“No? How much did you hear?”

With this, he pushed off the wall, taking a few steps to the bed, sinking down on the edge next to my leg.

“Oh, not too much.” His hand reached out and his palm ran over my duvet. “Just you moaning my name.”

His eyes flicked up at me from under his lashes.

That was it. I was dead. My face turned a deep crimson and I threw my head back, pulling the pillow over it, praying it would just suffocate me.

This made him chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s humiliating!”

He snorted. “I find it extremely flattering.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” My words were muffled by the pillow.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me to come over.”

I pulled the cover from my face and scoffed. “Oh sure.” I put my hand up to my ear to mimic a telephone. “Hey Noah! I know we’ve never had any kind of sexual contact - ever - but would you by chance come by and help me get off so I can get some sleep, since I can’t seem to quit thinking about you?”

“Sounds good to me, I don’t see the problem.” His smile was so mischievous. I couldn’t help but sheepishly grin.

“Noah-“

He cut me off. “How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

My mouth hung open. “This is the first time…”

He nodded, his hand sliding along the blanket and closer to my leg underneath.

“What changed?”

I shook my head. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve lived next door for six months. Why are you attracted to me now, all of a sudden?”

“I’ve always found you attractive.”

He smirked, his hand slipping up over my calf, applying a small pressure. My skin tingled.

“Then the feeling is mutual.” He sighed, looking up at me. “But tonight was different?”

“I just…” I shrugged, rolling onto my side, which pushed my body closer to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you singing. Playing the guitar.”

His hand moved up, sliding to my hip and resting there. “Ah, okay. So I serenaded you, and you couldn’t resist?”

This made me giggle. “Gosh, you’re such a dork.”

He snickered, scooting himself closer to me. “Mm, maybe. But it doesn’t change the fact that you were thinking about me.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

Suddenly, the air was thick, and he was leaning closer to me. I leaned my head back, giving him full view of my face. When he was close enough that I could feel his breath brushing across my lips, his eyes searched mine.

“This can just be a one-night thing if you want?”

I bit my bottom lip, and nodded gently.

I felt the skin of his lips press into me as my eyes closed, and I molded, form-fitting to him easily. He shifted, his body laying sideways next to me. Noah’s hand reached up and grasped the side of my face, pulling my body in closer to him.

I couldn’t feel or hear anything but the sound of his soft breathing against me, and the pressure of his hips pressing directly against mine.

His hand fell from my face and grabbed my leg by the back of the knee, hiking my leg up to hook on his hip, pulling my body into him even further. The press of his erection behind his shorts provided the sweetest friction against my pussy, still clothed by my shorts.

He groaned into my mouth, and I bucked my hips against him, begging for more contact.

Making out with Noah was more fun than I had imagined. He licked at my tongue, and I tasted the mint toothpaste he had used right before bed. His lips made the most delicious sounds when they sucked and pulled on mine, it had my head twirling in so many different directions.

All of my fantasies were replaying in my brain. His hands, his arms, his chest. My hands began wandering down his body, feeling every last ridge of muscle he had. I felt the ripple of his skin when he flexed, his body so warm and inviting.

He pulled his lips off of mine to look down at me, eyes dark and full of what had to be desire.

“What do you want me to do?”

What kind of question was that? Wasn’t it obvious?

“What?” I felt as though I was missing some hidden meaning.

He shifted, his body now looming over me, and I laid back flat on the bed so I could look directly at him.

“What…” He leaned down to kiss my lips. “do…” Kiss to my jaw. “you…” Kiss to my throat. “want me…” Kiss on my collarbone. “to do?”

I was panting, my need to feel him against my skin causing a hot burn everywhere I couldn’t.

“I, uh” His lips were attached to my neck, nipping and sucking on the skin of the tattoo etched there. “I don’t know. I just need to feel you.”

He pulled back, eyebrow raised, and smirked.

“Well,” He huffed a breath, running a finger down the skin of my chest above the tank top I wore. “I could pull this off of you.” His hand palmed over my breasts, his thumb tracing around my hard nipple. “Suck on these until you’re begging me for more.”

His eyes glanced up at me, and I just stared at him, eyes blown wide, trying to beg with my stare.

“Or…” His hand lifted off of my chest, and swiftly reached down, grabbing hold of the waistband of my shorts. “I could bury myself between those thighs,” My legs shook at the thought. “and lick you until you’re begging me to stop?”

My hand tightened on his sides, my hips pressing up toward him.

He leaned down again, licking a stripe up my throat. “Then, when you’re a hot, shaking, whining mess, I could fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

I moaned, his hand slipping down to tangle in the small patch of hair I had above on my pubic bone. “How’s that sound, baby girl?”

“So fucking good.” I felt his lips smile against my throat.

“You’ve made it easy for me. You’re not even wearing panties.”

I huffed out a small laugh, letting my eyes fall closed. “Yeah, well maybe I was hoping this would happen.”

“Is that right?” His kisses were moving down my body, his hand pulling my breasts free from my shirt. “Knowing you were over here thinking of me had me so fucking hard, sweetheart. You have no fucking idea.”

Noah’s tongue began circling around my left nipple while his hand massaged the other, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

He only focused on my chest for a moment before moving downward, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down my stomach, leaving a particularly hard one on my hipbone.

“So fucking sexy, angel. I won’t lie, I’ve thought about you before.” His fingers pulled my shorts down and off with no hesitation, his body settling between my legs.

“I’ve touched myself, dreaming about this gorgeous fucking pussy.” Noah placed a soft, gentle kiss on my inner thigh. “I can see how wet you are from thinking about me, baby. I hope you’re fucking ready.”

I didn’t have time to question what that meant, as his lips were now attached to my clit, the tip of his tongue circling it expertly while his lips sucked hard. My back arched off of the bed, the sensation nearly knocking me sideways.

“Fuck!” I screamed out, hand burying itself in his dark brunette hair. “Oh my God, Noah.”

“That’s it, gorgeous,” He licked at me, lapping up the fluid pooling between my lips. “fuck my face, pretty girl.”

My hips rutted forward, pressing myself into his lips harder. His arms circled my thighs, locking me into place while his mouth absolutely ravaged me at my core.

My entire body was vibrating, my eyes locked on his beautiful face, eyes closed and so focused.

I could feel myself beginning to crest on the edge of my orgasm, and his name came out as a string of prayers off my lips.

“Ugh, Noah…Noah…Noah…”

Without warning, he lifted me hips off of the bed, bringing himself to kneel on the mattress, so only my upper back and head were left on the pillows. The angle brought an entire new level of sensation. His tongue assaulted my clit, flipping back and forth from kitten licks to long, flat strokes, making me dizzier with each repetition.

“Noah, I’m going to come.” I breathed out, and his eyes opened, looking directly at me. His head began to move back and forth ever so slightly, him now locked onto my sweet spot. The ministrations sent me so far over the edge, I felt as though my entire body was floating.

“Oh fuck! Noah! Jesus fuck!”

He didn’t stop, however. Although he was licking me carefully through my climax, he didn’t show signs of slowing down…

“It’s sensitive. Please, I can’t take anymore.”

He disconnected from me for a second to smile deviously. “Sure you can.” And he continued.

“No, please, it’s too much.” I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

He pulled off of me, laying me back down, with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. “The safe word is lions. Use it if you need it.” And he was back to it, making my vision go white.

“Noah, oh God, I can’t handle it, please!”

“You can, and you will.” His voice was factual, leaving no room for argument.

Just as I was about to protest again, I felt his tongue stop, and a sinfully long finger pressed into me, bringing about an entirely new sensation.

“Jesus Christ.” I was struggling to breathe.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so good, taking it all the way in. You’re so fucking perfect.”

My walls tightened around him at his words.

“It’s so fucking tight, baby. I’m almost worried it’s going to hurt when I fuck my name out of your mouth…” He looked up again, pressing a second finger in, a burning sensation pulsing through me. “…almost.”

My chest heaved, my breathing erratic and unstable. It was too good. It hurt so perfectly. His hand began pumping in and out of my body, causing loud, wet sounds.

“Going to make a mess, baby? I’d hope you’d wait until you were in my bed for that.” I couldn’t feel anything but his fingers inside me, driving me to insanity. “Thats alright, I’ll clean up. Go ahead and let go, honey. Come for me.”

An ear splitting screech ripped out of me, my body being rocked by another hard orgasm. His hand slowed, his fingers slipping out eventually.

“So fucking pretty. You got me all wet, I can’t tell you how fucking hot that was.”

I laid, eyes closed, working to bring myself back down to Earth. I wasn’t given much of a chance before I felt his tongue lapping at me again, making me squeal and jerk away from him.

“Nope.” His hands pulled me back to him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The tears in my eyes were running. “Noah, please. Please!”

“I haven’t heard the safe word.” His face was buried in my folds, tongue pressing inside me. “You can do it baby, just one more, okay? I need one more.”

My head fell back on the pillows, savoring the soft, slow swipes of his tongue against me. It was almost…relaxing? He wa easing me through it, building me back up.

“Okay baby, you ready for another?”

I didn’t dare look at him, only nodded my head.

His fingers slipped back in, curling at the spot that makes my toes curl, and latched onto me again, his lips sucking hard on my clit.

This orgasm came quicker, washing over me like ocean waves hitting high tide. This time, I only managed to sigh hard when it hit me, feeling so wonderfully exhausted.

“That’s my girl. Perfect.”

I felt him lift up, but I still couldn’t make eye contact. My eyes were so heavy, and I couldn’t even fathom movement.

The bed dipped down next to me, and I cracked my lids to see him smiling. He reached down and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Still there, Angel?”

I smiled a sleepy grin, and nodded. “That was…” There were no words. They didn’t exist.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.” I felt the blanket being pulled over me, and I opened my eyes in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

He chuckled lightly. “You need to get some sleep, beautiful. I know I talked a big game, but you’re exhausted. That was the goal.” He smoothed a hand over my stomach. “Help you get some rest.”

I rolled on my side, pouting slightly. “What about you?”

He shook his head. “I’ll be just fine.”

His hand reached over and switched the light off on the nightstand. He moved to stand up, by my arm came out to grab his. He turned his head and looked at me.

“Could you…” I cleared my throat. “I’d like it if you stayed.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? Even though it’s just one night?”

I smirked, lifting the blanket for him to crawl under. With his own grin, he did so, lifting his arm so I could tuck in, head laid on his chest and arm falling over his stomach.

“Maybe it's more than just one night.”

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Cake pops and coffee

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Pairing: Changbin X gn reader

Summary: After starting a new job at a bookstore, the barista working on the opposite side manages to capture your heart with his good looks and infectious laughter.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.3K

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“It’s just a silly little crush and that’s all.”

When you told your best friend that you started to catch feelings for the barista at your job, you were sure it’d be over before it truly started. Crushes were simple like that. Whether it’s attraction or your heart pittering because of their personality, they go away with time. In the meantime, you’re stuck attempting not to make a fool out of yourself and a fool you were. There was no word that described you better.

When you applied for a job at the bookstore in the next town over, you were holding your breath. You needed a new job and what job sounded better than being surrounded by some of the things you loved? Every story was a new adventure and every new adventure meant new knowledge.

How many times have you pulled knowledge from stories? How many times have you found your favorite niches and craved more? There was just so much to learn and so many lives to live hidden between pages.

Life isn’t perfect, it has ups and downs, but books help. Escapism helps keep you content. This job was just an added bonus. A discount on all your favorite books. During down time, you found yourself pulling out a book and skimming through page after page.

Your second week on the job was when you met Changbin. Changbin was one of few baristas that switched places behind the side coffee bar. A large counter spanned nearly ten feet. Day after day, he’d spend his time tucked behind the counter with a black apron. Curly raven hair sat tucked behind his ears. Matching thick-rimmed glasses slid from his nose every now and then. You couldn’t help, but sneak glances during your shift.

How could you not? He was quite a distance away, but his laughter was still loud enough to reach your ears. The captivating sound always made you bite your lip. There was something so jubilant and jolly about it. It wasn’t supposed to make you laugh, but it was contagious.

Oftentimes, you found yourself turning around and letting a smile fill your face. Your heart raced in your chest and as much as you wanted to approach the man with infectious laughter and charming smile, you couldn’t. What were you supposed to say anyway?

If you could manage to muster up the courage to speak, you knew your words would become tangled. Looking into those dark eyes, your heart would likely burst upon the spot. So instead, you stayed to yourself.

You spent shifts sneaking glances and trying to figure out how to approach him, but you couldn’t. No matter what you tried to do, the courage wasn’t there. You couldn’t find the words to say. Your cheeks would turn red and you’d lose your words before you could start.

As the days went by, you accepted that you’d just be two people working at a joint bookstore and cafe. Two people orbiting around each other like a planet and a moon; always there, but just out of grasp. It sucked, but you could manage to live with that knowledge.

Just as you were about to fully accept it, something changed one day. A few books slammed down onto your counter as you were reading on a stool. Off to the side, your eyes peeked over the edge of the book. You started to get up, ashamed that you hadn’t realized someone was approaching the counter, and that’s when you saw him.

Your brain went into overdrive. The book fell from your fingers, hit the edge of the counter, and slipped onto the floor. A look of embarrassment passed over his face as he reached back and scratched the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I like that book you’re reading, by the way. I read that book a few months back and really enjoyed it. I’ve seen you around here, but I’ve never introduced myself formally. I’m Changbin and I’m one of the baristas.”

The bug-eyed look of shock didn’t leave your face. His eyebrows furrowed and a frown began to replace his smile. “Are you okay? Did you get to that one part of the book? Maybe I should check out another time.”

“No, no, no!” You jerked upright from the stool and shook your head. “Sorry, I just-” You shut your eyes with a sigh. “I got too wrapped up in my book. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Perhaps, we’re just both nervous about speaking to one another?” He offered with a half-smile.

Your cheeks flushed red as you tugged his stack of books towards you. “Yeah, something like that. It’s nice to meet you though. Are you getting these all for yourself?”

“I’ve gotta put that twenty percent employee discount to good use, right? I thought it was the perfect way to talk to you. I keep hoping you come over to order coffee or tea or a muffin, but you never do. So I decided to make the first move.”

“And for that, I’m grateful.”

The chemistry between the two of you was natural from the start. Despite the thought that you’d screw things up, you managed to pull it off. The more you talked to him, the easier it became. That was just the start of things until the next day.

Changbin’s back was turned as he steamed milk for a latte. He took his time letting the milk turn into a foamy substance before he reached for the disposable cup of coffee. After pouring it, he popped the lid on and turned back to the guy ahead of you.

“Alright, here you go. One latte straight from the source. The coffee beans were ground fresh and the cows were happy to provide extra flavor. Just please remember that this is hot coffee.��

The scent of fresh ground coffee was something you’d never get over. It lingered over the entire bookstore and hung in the air. Even after hours, the scent of sharp coffee hung around like a ghost.

You watched the guy walk away before your eyes met Changbin’s. A smile stretched across his face and he gestured you closer. “And what can I get for my fellow co-worker?”

“Do you always warn customers that the coffee is hot? Even after they watch you pour the espressos and steam milk?”

“I’m a man of many talents and my customer’s health is my number one priority. I also warn the iced drinkers that their beverage is cold. I don’t even serve customers banana nut muffins until I’m positive they’re not allergic to walnuts.”

As your grin grew, he spun around to grab a towel from a nearby golden hook, gave it a light whip, and used it to wipe off the metal milk steamer handle. “So what’ll it be?” He called over his shoulder. “Something hot or cold? Perhaps, you’re more of a tea drinker? We have herbal teas if you’re into that.”

Your eyes went up to scan the small menu above his head. Even after working here for a while, you didn’t know the full menu. Occasionally, customers brought their drinks up with them to check out books, but you didn’t pay much attention.

“Um.”

“We don’t serve ums here, unfortunately.”

“Very funny.”

“Don’t have that either.”

A playful scowl filled your face and you rolled your eyes. He let out a giggle and your heart melted right there. It dripped onto the floor and you fell harder.

“If you don’t know, just tell me what you like and I can make you a surprise drink.”

“Sure, let’s do that.”

“Size?”

“Medium.”

“A large it is.”

“You’re very funny.”

“I know.”

And so you began to list off an array of drinks you liked. He nodded and grabbed a cup while beginning to use his magic to pull together your drink. You watched every small movement he made. From the way he scooped ice into the cup to how he did a little dance after pouring in milk without spilling it everywhere.

You were utterly captivated and couldn’t help your feelings. When he finished, he held it out to you. “How much do I owe you?” Your fingers stretched out to grab the cup from him.

“Every barista employee can get one free drink of their choosing on their shift, so consider this a welcome gift from me to you.”

“But-”

“I know you gave me a fifty percent discount on my books yesterday. Consider this a thank you for that. Go ahead and take it, your magic potion awaits you.” He gave your drink a light shake and you smiled.

You grabbed it and when you did, your fingers brushed over one another. Electricity ran up your arm and jolted straight to your heart. When your grip almost slipped. Changbin’s other hand suddenly wrapped around your fingers.

“Woah, don’t let go. This is an iced matcha latte. There’s no way the green wouldn’t stain your shirt. Do your fingers work or do you need me to hold it for you?”

Your cheeks went red again as you tried to find the words. A scrambled weak apology shot out and he laughed again. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Accidents happen, you know. You’re really fun to tease.”

And so the friendship began. The two of you started to sync your breaks together. If you didn’t, you visited one another on breaks. Changbin would sneak around the counter as you checked people out.

He’d make small talk with you between talking to the customers about their books. For some, he’d ask about their purchases. While others checked out, he’d question their choices beneath his breath. It was low enough that the customer couldn’t hear, but you could. You kept having to bite your tongue to keep the giggles at bay.

On your break, you’d usually slink off to one of the three bar stools against the counter. You’d slump forward on your elbows with your chin in your hands. You’d watch Changbin work and flawlessly joke and impress the customers.

You wanted more, but you were content with this. Feelings could be difficult and as much as you wanted a closer relationship, the idea of destroying this routine killed you. You liked your job, the employee discount, and you liked your co-worker. Maybe a slice of heaven did exist and you found it here on earth.

“Okay, okay, okay. Don’t get mad at me, but I’ve gotta ask this. It’s coming from a deep loving place.”

After seven months of your job and countless interactions with Changbin, you glanced up at his words curiously. You were on your favorite center bar stool and eating a vanilla cake pop covered in sprinkles. Changbin was wiping down the counters and cleaning up after his shift.

The two of you were utterly alone. People came and went, but not you. Your boss had grown to trust you enough to give you a key to the building. You already locked the front door, so nobody could come in. You’d unlock it to leave and then relock it after the two of you left.

“Have you been getting any sleep lately?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, excuse a guy for asking!” He put a hand to his heart in a teasing offensive manner. “Can’t I be worried about you?”

“Nope.”

He sighed and tipped his head back. “You look tired, that’s all.”

“I’m always tired.”

“Have you had nightmares or something lately?”

You shook your head.

“Seriously?” His eyes narrowed.

“Seriously. What about you? Any nightmares?”

“No.”

You glanced down and shifted the stick in your hand. “Any good dreams?” You took another bite of the mixture and chewed.

“Well, I had this one dream, but I wish it would be reality.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What was it about?”

“You.”

You paused while chewing and blinked. “It was about me?” Your voice raised a pitch. “What about me?”

“We were just like this. I was cleaning up and you were eating a cake pop. The two of us were alone without any pesky customers or prying eyes. Just you and me and me and you.”

“Oh?” You swallowed with a faint gulp.

He left the towel on the counter and walked in your direction. His hands found the edge of the counter and he leaned closer towards you. Your cake pop was half-raised to your mouth, but that didn’t stop him.

“What are yo-”

He didn’t respond. He grabbed your hand and pushed the cake pop away from your mouth. Leaning forward, he gently pressed his lip against yours. Your eyes shut and your body responded instantly.

The cake pop left your fingers and hit the floor. You ignored it as you shifted and got closer to him. His hand came beneath your chin and gently grabbed it. A holy choir screamed in your brain.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva followed. He reached up, lightly brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath caught in your chest as your eyes met again. Blush stained your cheeks, but you couldn’t utter a word.

“Thanks for that. You should clean up the cake pop now. That’s on your side of the store and not mine.”

“But what was that for?”

“I was just making my dream a reality.”

You watched him speechlessly as he turned around with a cackle. Your eyes stayed on his back and replayed the moment in your head. The entangled mixture of vanilla cake pop and coffee sat on your lips. So many words remained unspoken, but you already knew what was happening.

Something was brewing between the two of you and it wasn’t just coffee.

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unicornprintzz · 2 years ago

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YOU’RE MINE☆

Dealer! Ellie x fem reader

☆Warning! Sexual tension, drug use, heavy make-out session, light smut MDNI!

☆The reader is considered a good girl and doesn't do drugs, but will hanging out with Ellie change that?

Ring ring

You looked away from your book and picked up your phone.

"Hi Dina"

"Hey boo! Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, I am why?"

"Well I'm having a little party tonight at my place-- don't worry! it won't be more than 15 people"

"Sounds fun! Did it have to be on a school night?"

"Y/n I promise it won't go past 10"

"Okay, then I'll see you tonight.”

“Yay! I'll see you later then.”

You put your phone down and decided to go look for an outfit.

“Y/n! You're here” Dina said with glee. “Hi, Dina” you smiled, you looked around and frowned a little. “Dina you said no more than 15 people, this looks like 30” Dina gave you a nervous laugh, “Well, word got out that Ellie was gonna be at the party, so people insisted on coming like I couldn't say no! I'm such a nice person,” you looked at her and giggled, “It's fine anyways what were you saying about that Leah girl yesterday?” Dina smiled and pulled you to sit at the table with her. If there was one thing you and Dina were the best at, is gossiping about people who you both gave zero fucks about.

Some girl came up to Dina and grabbed her hand, “What is it, Lily?” Lily whispered in Dina’s ear and started giggling. “She actually came that's surprising, Y/n I’ll be back real soon!” Dina ran off with Lily and some other girls. You were confused about what they were talking about. You started scrolling on your phone until Dina came back.

“Hey boo! I’m back” Dina sat down with a smile on her face. You looked down at her pocket and rolled your eyes. “You know Dina you could have gotten some from Eugene for free.” Dina also rolled her eyes, “I’m too lazy to go to his house plus Ellie gives pretty girls discounts.” Dina whispered the last part. “Cool but still, you didn’t get it for free,” “Stop being an ass either way, Ellie is hot I’ll buy from her anytime.”

Dina got up and pulled you, “let's go dance!” you both got up and went to the dance floor. Things were getting hectic and you started to get pushed around. Some guy bumped into you hard and you fell back but caught yourself right in time, you looked behind you and realized instead of grabbing Dina, you grabbed somebody else, “Oh shit, you good?” the woman behind you said. “Oh my God Ellie I'm so sorry I didn't mean to grab you.” Ellie chuckled, “It’s all good Y/n.” You smiled and looked at Ellie a little too much for your liking. Dina from the other side of the dance floor looked at you two and smirked. She ran to you two and grabbed Ellie’s shoulder to pull her down to her level, “Ellie would you mind taking care of Y/n for a bit, I want to hang out with Lily for a bit, so can you stay with her because she's too sweet and innocent to be on her own around here y’know?” Dina looked at you and gave you an evil smirk. You gave Dina an offended look, but deep down you were excited, really excited.

Ellie looked at you and smiled, “Alright Dina I’ll take good care of Y/n.” Your heart skipped a beat hearing her say that. Dina giggled and walked off winking at you. “C’mere,” Ellie said as she reached her hand out to you. You grabbed her hand and you guys walked upstairs. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or if you were just overthinking it. You guys walked into an empty room and closed the door. You sat on the end of the bed and Ellie leaned against the wall. You decided to say something to make things less awkward. “You’re pretty popular around here aren’t you.” Ellie looked at you and lightly laughed. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Ellie pulled out a joint and lit it. “You want some?” “No no, I'm good I don't do that stuff,” you said kind of embarrassed. “Bummer if you were this could have been for free,” you looked at her confused, “I thought you only gave discounts to certain people?” “Pretty girls get a discount,” Ellie corrected you. “Yeah that, so why are you offering that to me for free then?” Ellie smirked and walked towards you and leaned down where you were sitting. “Pretty girls get discounts, but beautiful girls get it for free,” Ellie whispered to you. You blushed and leaned back a little. Ellie grabbed you by the waist lightly and put you on her lap. “But now that I think about it, I’m glad a beautiful girl like you doesn’t do shit like this y’know?” You nodded shyly and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Ellie grabbed your face and pulled you closer, “Can I kiss you?” You nodded and your lips locked together. Ellie’s right hand went down to your ass and caressed it lightly. You pulled Ellie closer and started grabbing her hair. You guys pulled away for air. “Ellie” you whispered like you wanted more. “Fuck you’re perfect.” Ellie started attacking your neck, you let out light moans and grabbed her hair again. “Can I take off your shirt pretty girl?” “Mhm” you couldn’t even let out a proper response but you didn’t care. Ellie smirked and flicked her joint, “Ellie your joint!” you whispered scream, “I have better things to do princess.” Ellie took off your shirt and attacked your neck again. You guys were about to go further when the door opened. You got scared and covered your face in Ellie’s neck. Ellie held you tighter, “oh shit Ellie you’re gonna move on that fast?” The voice said. Ellie groaned and pulled off her jacket to put around you so your body won’t be seen.

“Cat, we broke up a year ago get the fuck over it.” Ellie said with a rasp in her voice. “So? We were still together, I don't want you dating another woman.” Ellie lightly pulled you off and stood up in front of Cat, “As I said for the millionth fucking time, we aren't together anymore and never will be again, just fucking leave already.” Cat looked pissed and hurt, she looked at you and walked away with a scoff.

Ellie sighed and looked at you, “fuck I'm sorry you had to witness that.” “It's okay Ellie it happens.” you smiled. Ellie grabbed you and gave you a big hug. “Y/n how are you so understanding? You're such a good girl.” Ellie whispered the last part. You blushed and hugged her back. “You wanna get out of here and go to my place?” “I'd love to Ellie.”

Ellie had her arm wrapped around your waist as you guys walked out of Dina’s party, you looked behind you and saw Dina with a shocked look, but quickly changed into an excited expression. Dina started signaling at her phone meaning she wants you to text her all the details. You gave her a nod and walked away with Ellie.

You guys walked to Ellie’s car, Ellie kindly opened the door for you. It smelled like weed, but honestly, you shouldn't even be surprised. Ellie got in the driver's seat and put one hand on the wheel. “Wanna get something to eat? My treat beautiful.” “That sounds amazing,” you said with a blush. “Then after that maybe you can stay over at my place for the night, how does that sound gorgeous?” Ellie placed her hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down.

You leaned in kissing Ellie, “That sounds perfect Ellie.” Ellie smiled and kissed you more deeply. You crawled over to her lap to deepen the kiss more. Things were getting more heated until-- HONK!-- “OH MY GOD!” you screamed, as you jumped seeing that you sat on the wheel making it honk. Your body was more up on Ellie now, your boobs squished up against Ellie tightly. Ellie was laughing hysterically in your boobs, while banging her feet on the car floor and smacking your ass, you gave her a pout, “what’s so funny!” You said to her trying to sound angry. “That shit was the funniest thing I have ever seen.” “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Sweetheart I really like this view right now,” Ellie mumbled. You looked down slightly and just now realized that Ellie’s face was smashed against your boobs.

You blushed madly and covered your face. “Sh sh it’s okay Y/n don’t be embarrassed, I quite enjoyed it.” You covered your face in her neck. “Can we get food now please?” you mumbled still sounding embarrassed.

“Yeah princess I can definitely go for a burger right now.”

A/n- I’m still working on Stuck with me forever, I wish I can start it but school has been taking up all my time. Sorry if this story looks rushed it’s bc it was. Anyways lovelies should this have a part 2?🖤

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silverhallow · 5 months ago

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Unexpected

Benophie Week day 4: Cottage / One bed / “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “yes is it working?”

Summary: When teachers Sophie and Benedict are forced to share a single room with one bed on a school trip, their professional and personal boundaries are put to the test. Misunderstandings and missed signals have kept them apart for years, but a night of unexpected closeness reveals hidden feelings and long-awaited confessions. Amidst the chaos of chaperoning students, Sophie and Benedict must navigate their new-found connection, discovering that sometimes, the most unplanned situations can lead to the most rewarding outcomes.

This was not what was supposed to happen. “What do you mean you only booked one room?” Sophie squeaked at the desk of the Cottage style hotel they had brought their students to.

“We didn’t realise the two teachers wouldn’t be of the same sex… usually when we get school trips it’s two teachers of the same sex and they just share…” the receptionist said.

“Seriously? Schools are mixed genders…” Sophie said

“Well Ms Beckett, normally we get either the all girls or all boys school, and St James’ High used to be an all boys…”

“Yes, 15 years ago!” Sophie practically squeaked.

“Is everything okay?” Benedict Bridgerton asked as he sauntered over without a clue of what news he was about to be hit with.

“No! They’ve not booked two rooms for us and they’re fully booked” Sophie explained, her voice now almost hysterical.

“Oh… but… we told them…” Benedict said, the colour draining from his face.

“I know!” Sophie shrilled.

“We are very sorry” the receptionist said.

Benedict looked at Sophie, “I think we’re just… we’re just gonna have to try and make the most of it. All the kids are paired up and off to their rooms… we’ll… work something out” he said thought he felt his heart sinking.

It had been bad enough that the Headmistress of the School Charlotte Mecklenburg had suggested that Benedict and Sophie take the students on a joint art and english trip… but that Agatha, the head of year for the year 10 students that they had brought had said that the two of them would be enough and she didn’t need to accompany them…

But added on the ridiculous crush that he had on his fellow teacher…this was just… asking for trouble but they had no choice.

Sophie felt her own cheeks turning red as she knew there was no other choice, they had to stop here, they had to stop with their students… and so with a sigh she turned to the receptionist “Fine. but I expect some discount on rooms,” she said glaring at the girl behind the desk who sagged in relief.

It would have been a nightmare to lose that much business so she quickly handed over the key and disappeared from the desk before they could complain any more.

Sophie and Benedict just looked at one another awkwardly and picked up their bags and headed up to the room, thinking at least, most of the rooms were twins so they’d have their own space.

But as Benedict opened the door and Sophie walked in and as her eyes scanned the room she gasped, dropping her bag out of complete shock.

“There… there… it’s…” she stammered

Benedict, who was closing the door to the room and hadn’t seen what Sophie was now panicking over “what’s wrong?”

“There is only one bed” Sophie squeaked as Benedict turned around and saw the double bed in the room and dropped his bag in shock.

“Fuck” he said as he felt his cheeks heating up and parts of his body stirring at the thought of sharing a bed with Sophie.

“We… we…” Sophie stammered as she tried not to look at Benedict’s face as she knew she’d end up bright red with embarrassment. The thought of sharing a bed with the man she’d had a crush on for the last four years was almost too much to comprehend.

“I’ll… i’ll sleep on the floor” Benedict said automatically.

“No… you’ll break your back. And don’t even think about offering to sleep in that chair. I couldn't even curl up in that… We’re adults… I am sure we can manage, it’s for one night Ben… we’re adults… i’m sure… we… can’t we?” she asked.

They’d always had this easy flowing friendship, it was quite flirty at times but never really materialised into something more no matter how often she’d tried to show that she was interested in him.

Benedict swallowed a couple of times to try and compose himself “I… guess so” he finally said, because what else could he say without hurting her feelings.

They both glanced at one another and then looked away knowing this was going to be the most uncomfortable evening of their lives.

For Benedict he’d always had a crush on Sophie but he’d seen her a couple of times getting dropped off by another man at the school gates and assumed that she was in a relationship, or he had until he’d overheard her complaining to Genevieve, one of the fellow teachers that she was having no luck getting the bloke she was interested in to notice her.

Benedict had been disappointed but figured if the person Sophie was into couldn’t see that she was into him, then he was a blind moron and didn’t deserve her.

They both put their things away and made their way down for dinner with the students. Once they were done the students had free time to use the facilities at the Cottage Hotel and most of them headed off to the pool and because the grounds were so isolated Benedict and Sophie were technically off duty for the evening.

Sophie had headed back to the room and Benedict had gone to the bar, had a beer and rung his brother and when he explained his predicament, Anthony laughed for 20 minutes straight,

“Maybe it will force you to finally act on these feelings you’ve got for her” he said when he finally stopped laughing

“Ant, really?! We’re chaperoning 10 school kids!” Benedict groaned

“True but let’s be honest, the moment you get into bed with her, Little Benedict will mostly likely wake up and I’m sure it would be less embarrassing if she knew you wanted her as much as Little Benedict” Anthony teased

“Can you please not call my dick little Benedict?” Benedict groaned

“Well what do you call it…”

“My dick. But can we get back to my predicament please?!” Benedict asked his voice almost shrill and panicking

“Honestly. Just flirt with her a bit… see if she’s into it and casually mention you want to get married have four kids and a couple of dogs with her” Anthony teased

“How… out of all our siblings are you married?!”

“Sheer dumb luck” came Kate’s reply and Benedict realised he must be on loud speaker “but he had a point. She’s into you Ben! Just be honest!”

Benedict groaned “you two are the worst people at giving advice” he replied and hung up the phone.

But after he had a second beer he realised that maybe they did have a point, if she was single then maybe flirting with her wasn’t a bad idea.

So with a deep breath he made his way back to their room and for some reason he felt nervous, he’d always been good with women, and men for that matter. He had a charm that lent itself to any situation and he’d never failed to pick up a person when he decided that he was interested in them.

It was that confidence that steadied his nerves and as he pushed the door to the room open, it was like that confidence ran away from him quicker than Anthony when confronted by a bee and he felt like a green lad of 16 all over again.

It was ridiculous, he felt his stomach flipping with butterflies and his palms were sweaty just from looking at her, resting on the, to be shared, bed, her dark blonde curls loose around her face, glasses perched on her nose as she read her book.

She heard the door shut as Benedict just looked at her, mouth open like a teenager confronted by a pretty girl for the first time and she placed her book on her knees and just stared at him in return “Benedict? Is everything okay?” she asked after a few minutes of silence as she started to feel a little uncomfortable at his gaze.

Benedict jerked back to attention and blushed “right, yes, no everything’s fine” he stammered as he shuffled his feet, honestly, the way he felt right now was ridiculous. “I was just… woolgathering…”

“Oh right…” Sophie replied with a frown, looking like he had lost his mind.

“What are you reading?” he asked her as he made his way further into the room, fidgeting with his jacket not really listening to her.

“Jane Eyre” she replied, looking at him like he was seriously ill or had banged his head or something.

Benedict, not hearing her properly, decided to try and show off, thinking she’d said Jane Austen and remembering she loved Pride and Prejudice, turned around and using a famous quote decided to try and declare himself with it ““In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and fancy you.”

“Have you banged your head… i’m reading Jane Eyre… not Jane Austen… and besides… it’s how ardently I admire and love you… lord, if you’re going to quote the book i’m reading… at least get the right book” Sophie admonished, shaking her head wondering if he really had lost his mind.

“Oh” Benedict said blushing furiously, realising he’d cocked up and stammered “I… miss… misheard…” he cleared his throat and fumbled with his bag for a moment as he searched his brain for a quote. He knew she loved Jane Eyre, it was one of Eloise’s favourites as well and so he’d read it a few weeks back.

“Are you okay?” Sophie asked after a few more moments of silence between them and Benedict nodded

“I’m fine… i’m more than fine…” he said coughing a couple of times before saying, “All my heart is yours, ma’am: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”

“Wait…” Sophie said, closing her book, recognising the passage “are you trying to flirt with me?” she asked, her heart beating wildly as she looked at him.

Benedict sagged slightly at being caught out but figuring there was nothing for it just replied “yes, is it working?”

“God no, if you’re going to quote my favourite books to me at least get them right… but… why… why are you trying?” she asked.

Benedict deflated as she said it wasn’t working but as she asked he had to just tell her the truth “because I like you, i’ve liked you since we met but i figured you were in some sort of relationship as I saw you getting dropped off at the school a few times by a bloke so i just… didn’t say anything but it’s killing me. I really like you Sophie, i want to take you out on a date, I want… I don’t know… i’ve never really had a proper relationship before but that’s what I want… I… ooopffff”

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off as Sophie’s mouth had dropped open at his confession and she’d gotten up and thrown herself at him, from the bed she was at the same height as him and they’d hit the sideboard as she planted her lips on his and kissed him passionately.

He responded in earnest and wrapped his arms around her as he returned her passions before realising that was going and pulled back “what… what…?”

“You are a blind idiot as well as an illiterate one…” she teased “the person dropping me off was Hugh, my step-sister’s husband, my car had broken down and was knackered and he was giving me a lift for all of a week…” she admonished “and i’ve been trying to flirt with you for bloody months! I don’t normally wear a top with half my buttons unfastened to show off my boobs when I lean over your desk… or you know… put mistletoe over my office door in an attempt to kiss you…” she teased.

Benedict’s mouth dropped open as he remembered each of those occasions and groaned, he’d avoided looking, and side stepped her at the office, not realising that they were aimed at him.

“So when you were talking to Gen?” he asked

“I was talking about you!”

“Oh…” Benedict blushed “sorry” he said sheepishly.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now you’ve actually told me…” Sophie grinned

Benedict just looked at her, his arms still around her waist, her legs wrapped around his “now… now what?”

“Well… we’re responsible adults for the kids, we can’t really… you know… in case we are needed but, when we get home… you’re taking me to dinner and then back to yours” Sophie said brazenly “as i can feel you and i’d like to see if you’re as good as Gen said you are”

Benedict blushed “I think… I think that can be arranged… and what about now? Tonight?”

“Well, i think we can keep our hands to ourselves… and maybe just a bit of frustrated teenage making out til tomorrow?” Sophie suggested.

Benedict laughed and nodded before kissing her again and walking them over to the bed.

Benedict gently laid Sophie down on the bed, their lips still locked in a fervent kiss. They broke apart, breathless and flushed, both clearly a bit overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

"Frustrated teenage making out, huh?" Benedict murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "I think I can manage that."

Sophie smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Good, because I don’t think I can handle more than that right now. We do have to be somewhat responsible for the students, after all."

"Right, the students," Benedict said, a bit reluctantly. He pulled back slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Sophie into his lap. "But still, I’m glad we got this out in the open."

"Me too," Sophie agreed, snuggling into his chest. "I was starting to think you'd never notice."

"I’m a bit thick, I guess," Benedict admitted with a sheepish smile. "But I notice now. And I promise, I won’t be so oblivious anymore."

Sophie chuckled, her breath warm against his neck. "Good. Because we have a lot of making up for lost time in mind."

Benedict grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. This time, it was slower, more tender, a promise of things to come. They lost themselves in each other for a while, the worries of their students and the mix-up with the room fading into the background.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and laughing. "Okay, we really should get some sleep," Sophie said, though her eyes were still sparkling with excitement.

Benedict nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Yeah, you’re right. Tomorrow is a big day."

They settled under the covers, a bit awkwardly at first, but soon found a comfortable position. Sophie nestled into Benedict’s side, her head on his chest, while his arm wrapped around her protectively.

"Goodnight, Ben," Sophie whispered, her eyes already drifting closed.

"Goodnight, Sophie," Benedict replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

As they drifted off to sleep, they both felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that this unexpected twist in their trip had brought them closer together. And tomorrow, they would face whatever challenges came their way, together.

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archangeldyke-all · 11 months ago

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can't focus on 'babyfather' cause im thinking about two things:

fluffy- cowboy sev and reader officially adopting the kiddos

smutty- reader shows cowboy sev her newly honed hog-tying skills (ehehehehehe)

the fluffy one omgggg

men and minors dni

grayson's been sheriff since you took over the inn. she's a tough broad, but she's good. she values harmony and her constitutes more than the law, and she's always willing to turn a blind eye if it means keeping everyone happy.

the two of you have had a deal since you took over. grayson doesn't interfere with the shady dealings that happen in your tavern, she doesn't mention the criminals who stay in your inn, so long as they don't target any local joints, and they keep all their violence outside the town's county limits.

but now she's retiring.

she deserves it, she's a hardworking woman, and she and her wife have finally saved up enough to buy a little plot of land a few miles south to start their dream retirement homestead. you're happy for her.

but you're also nervous.

because with grayson gone, there's a new sheriff in town. and he's a total dickhead.

marcus is the opposite of grayson. he'll do anything to make a flashy arrest. he's got no sense of hometown loyalty or pride. and he's out to get you.

it started with questions about sevika. comments about how she looks strikingly similar to certain 'wanted' posters of the 'weary woman of the west.'

a few gold bars managed to buy his silence. but that wasn't the end of it.

next, he started sniffing around your inn, making patrons uncomfortable, especially the more criminally inclined.

it was only through a town hall meeting where all the villagers gathered together and demanded he leave your business alone, (they were worried that without your frequent guests, most of the luxury goods with discounted prices that they bring with them would disappear from the local markets) paired with a strongly written letter from grayson that managed to get him to back off.

but now he's after your kids.

powder and violet have been in your and sevika's care for three years now. and while you're not a conventional family, you're a family nonetheless.

sure, the four of you all cringe when someone mistakenly refers to you or sev as the girl's 'mom'; and their homeschooled education is just as focused on criminal training as it is arithmetic and gardening; and you and sevika's marriage certificate wouldn't hold up in any sort of official court-- but that doesn't matter.

what matters is the dinners you share every evening, tucked in a corner booth of the tavern as your patrons eat surrounding you, listening to sevika's stories from the ranch that day, or violet's re-tellings of the book she's been reading.

what matters is the way the girls still pile into bed beside you and sev on rainy nights, both claiming to be scared of the thunder, though you all know they just like their cuddles.

what matters is the way you'd die for them. the way you love them. the pride in sevika's eye each time she watches the two of them play in the street, the swell in your heart each time you watch her join in with them. that's what matters.

marcus doesn't seem to care.

"i oughta kill him." sevika growls as she storms up to your room. marcus just hand delivered a bunch of official looking documents to you and sevika, threatening to take the girls to an orphanage by force if you and sevika don't procure the proper documentation for them in a month's time. you trail behind her, slumping onto the bed and watching your wife pace in circles around your room. "who the fuck does he think he is, splittin' up a family like this?" she seethes.

you're too busy panicking to be able to comfort your wife. sevika's too angry to notice the tears brimming your eyes.

"s-sev." you choke out between silent sobs.

she freezes, her head snapping over to where you're sitting on your bed. her angry expression falls, her heart breaking as she rushes over to your side to gather you up in your arms.

"h-he can't, right?" you cry. she kisses your head.

"he won't." she says, convinced. "worst comes to worst, the four of us go on the run. we could survive in the desert, it's what the girls have been training for since they first moved in." she whispers. "i'm not lettin' him split us up, baby."

you cry in her arms while she rubs circles in your back, horrified for powder and violet.

sevika was an orphan before she ran away to wander the west. she still can't talk about her years in the orphanage run by nuns, but sometimes she wakes up screaming, and you know it's not nightmares about the shootouts she's survived. it breaks your heart.

it kills you to think that violet and powder might end up there, too.

the girls are just as worried about marcus as you are. powder's been having nightmares since he first started questioning your little family, terrified of being torn away from you and sev. violet's been quieter, a nervous look in her eye at all times, flinching each time she messes up, like she's already anticipating the thwack of a ruler on the back of her hands.

sevika gently lays you down on to bed, curling around you as you cry. you can feel her own silent tears soaking your shoulder as the two of you drift off to a fitful sleep.

when you wake up, it's to powder laying on your chest, and violet curled up in sevika's arms.

she's awake too, studying the girls with a furrow in her brow.

"hi." you whisper. she looks over at you, her frown not ceasing.

"i have an idea." she says quietly. you blink at her and nod. "we'll have to close shop for a few days." she whispers. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth. "i think ol' man ernie will let me take off for a week, especially when he hears why i'll be gone." she says, referring to her boss, the owner of the ranch where she works. he's just as in love with the kids as you and sevika are. hell, the girls got the whole town wrapped around their fingers.

"what's your plan?" you ask. she smirks.

"did i ever tell you about the time i got caught?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i thought you had a clean record." you say, smiling. "i wouldn't'a married you if i knew you'd been caught before." you tease her. she laughs and reaches out to nudge your shoulder.

"fuck off." she chuckles. you grab her hand before she can retract it, interlacing your fingers. she sighs. "it was long before i met you, a bank robbery gone bad. when they shot my shoulder." she explains. you nod. since you've known her, sevika's left arm has been practically out of commission, her shoulder shredded to bits in a bad job.

"i got caught up, they threw me in a cell in a big city about a hundred miles north of here." she whispers. "but, i had money. enough for a lawyer, the best in town." she says. "his name was silco. i'd never seen a man so rich before, dressed like he was goin' to church just to visit me in my cell, so much jewelry on 'im he could barely lift up his hands they were so heavy. but he was good. they dropped the charges before i could even go to court-- they knew not to fuck with 'im. he got me out in a week-- my cellmate had been waitin' to get out for three years." she explains. you nod along. "i'm sure he's still alive. he's gotta be. and if we can get him to take on our case, there's no way marcus'll be able to take the girls from us." she says.

"you think he'll take on our case? adoption's a lot different than criminal defense law." you whisper. sevika shrugs

"he had a husband himself... he's like us." she says. "and he took a liking to me, said i was the 'ballsiest client' he'd had in his whole career."

you chuckle. "he'd be stupid not to like you." you say. she smiles. "gimmie three days to get the current guests to pack up and leave. 're we takin' the train or shimmer?" you ask. sevika laughs.

"the train." she says, smiling. you grin.

"the girls'll love that. neither of 'em have ever been on a train before."

the trip to the city is a hit.

powder and violet can barely contain their excitement on the train ride to town. they both took the window seats, pressing their noses against the glass and gasping at the speed of the train, the beautiful landscapes sweeping past them almost too fast to make out more than a blur.

you and sevika spend the five hour ride admiring your kids. a couple of times, one of you tears up, out of bittersweet happiness, and fear of what's going to happen to them.

when you finally arrive in the bustling downtown, the girls go crazy.

"holy shit!" violet gasps as she takes in the busy streets. it is pretty impressive, compared to your sleepy little shanty town. there's horse-drawn carriages, buskers, open markets, and buildings taller than you've ever seen before. sevika snorts and nudges violet, pointing her to the candy store across the street, putting a dollar in her hand.

"take powder, and go crazy." she whispers, like you can't hear her. you just laugh and roll your eyes at the excited squeals, then cringe when the girls dart out in the busy street, narrowly avoiding a trampling.

"you're such a sucker." you say to sevika as she wraps her arm around your waist, guiding you to a bench to wait for you girls in. she chuckles.

"it's a vacation." she says with a shrug. you giggle, eyeing the crowds of people surrounding you, then quickly leaning up to kiss her cheek when you find nobody looking at you. she blushes.

with the girls hopped up on sugar, the three mile walk to the lawyer's office goes by quick. they take turns between you and sevika, holding onto your hands as you swing them between the two of you.

when you finally arrive, sevika stops the two of you in front of a big stone building, nodding. "here we are."

you've never been in a building so fancy. inside, there's an elevator, which freaks you out-- so you take the stairs two at a time to meet the girls up on the third floor.

by the time you arrive, sevika's already shaking hands with a skinny man in a velvet red suit. the girls are quietly playing in the hallway, dancing with each other, working off their sugar high.

sevika and the man, silco you assume, talk in hushed tones. a burly, dust covered man approaches you with a smile on his face.

"vander." he introduces himself, reaching a hand out for you to shake. you smile and shake his hand. "you must be sevika's missus." he says with a chukel. you blush and nod. he whistles. "good for you. i remember when silco took on 'er case, he was enamored with her. she was a vagabond back then, i never thought i'd see the day she'd settle down." he says. "nevertheless, have kids."

"you must be silco's husband?" you guess. vander nods.

"your letter got here last night. silco was thrilled to hear sevika'd be coming to town. i decided to tag along to keep you company, i know how those two can get when they're talkin'-- off in their own world." he says, laughing and nodding to where sevika and silco are gesturing wildly and laughing with one another. you smile.

"i appreciate the two of you hearing our case." you say. vander laughs.

"we're not just hearin' it, darlin' we're takin' it." he says. you blink at him in surprise. he shrugs. "we got two boys of our own, mylo and claggor. they're downstairs, if the girls wanna play while we work. they're not ours-- not traditionally. it would kill us if they got taken away." he says.

tears well up in your eyes. "o-oh." you whisper. he smiles and slings an arm around you, tugging you toward his chest.

"plus, marcus is an old enemy of ours. silco's had half a dozen cases since i've known him defending innocent people against that pig. i'm sincerely sorry your town got stuck with him as sheriff." he says. you laugh.

"you're too kind."

violet and powder become fast friends with mylo and claggor. while you and sevika and vander and silco sit in his office, drawing up and filling out paperwork, the boys take your kids out to play in the streets, showing them around town.

silco and sevika really are talkative around each other. they seem to speak the same language. you and vander spend the evening watching the two of them work adoringly.

"sevika said silco only knew her for a week-- how are they so close?" you whisper at one point. vander shrugs.

"she'd come by to visit once or twice a year while she was still wanderin'. always askin' silco if anybody was givin' him trouble, offering her 'services' as it were." he says with a chuckle. "she was just a kid back then. and now look at her." he says, nodding at your wife where she grumbles something about marcus under her breath, causing silco to smile. you grin.

"she's a sap under that scowl of hers." you say. he laughs.

"she certainly is."

silco and vander let the four of you stay in their house for the week. the girls get practically no sleep, too busy playing with their new friends. sevika's just as busy with silco, the two of them like two old hags, chatting and smoking in rocking chairs on the front porch.

one night, you wake up to sevika slipping back into bed beside you, smelling like tobacco and wind. you cuddle against her as she wraps her arms around you, kissing your head.

"you okay?" you mumble. she hums and kisses you again.

"the kids 're playing poker." she says. you chuckle. "they pretended to be sleepin' when i checked in on 'em, but i could see the cards stickin' outta their pillows." she says.

you laugh in the darkness. "they're so cute."

sevika hums. "they're gonna be ours." she whispers. you smile, wrapping your arms around your wife's waist and tugging her closer toward you.

"they've been ours." you say. she smiles against your skin.

"but... it's gonna be real now." she says. "they're ours 'til the day we die."

"can't tease 'em about kickin' 'em out anymore." you say. sevika snorts.

"we're gonna have to give up another room at the inn eventually, they're gettin' too big to share the one." she says. you smile.

"we'll get to watch 'em grow up." you whisper. "watch 'em fall in love. start their own families."

"fuck, we'll be grandma's soon." sevika groans. you laugh.

"no way. i'm not lettin' anybody call me grandma." you say. sevika giggles. "and i don't think either of them are the settle down and have kids type." you say. sevika laughs.

"i thought the same thing about myself, now look at me." she says, squeezing you. you giggle.

"it's gonna be amazing." you say. sevika hums against you.

"yeah, it is."

in a week's time silco's drawn up all the legal documents needed to make the girls officially yours. on a sunday morning, the eight of you stand in his office, you, sev, powder, and vi taking turns signing various lines on the stacks of paper.

when it's finished, silco flips through the documents, double checking everything, then looks up at the four of you gathered around his desk.

"well..." he says. butterflies flutter in your stomach. silco swipes his signature on the final page, pressing a stamp next to it. "it's official. you are officially the legal guardians of violet and po--"

he's cut off by cheers of celebration, sevika scooping the three of you up in her arms and twirling you around the office while vander and the boys clap for you.

it's one of the happiest moments of your life, right next to the day sevika gave up her life of crime for you, and the day you got married.

before you leave the city, you scrawl out an address and coordinates on a piece of paper, handing it to vander.

"this is our inn." you say. "if you ever wanna get out of the city. we'd be happy to have you all. free of charge. whenever, no questions asked." you say. he smiles, and wraps you up in a hug.

on the train ride home, powder gets into a little feud with the ticket taker, claiming he'd been shooting her dirty looks. sevika gently cuffs her upside the head when she sticks her tongue out at the man as he passes out refreshments.

"ouch! what the hell?" she asks, rubbing her head. sevika rolls her eyes.

"behave." she grunts. powder rolls her eyes.

"you're not the boss of me." she pouts. beside her violet giggles, and smacks her with the file of paperwork she'd been holding to her chest since sunday morning.

"she is now, dumbass." she says.

you smile the whole way home.

marcus nearly shits himself when you present him with paperwork from S&V legal offices. sevika glares at him, resting her hand on her side arm as he blinks owlishly at you.

"you ever fuck with my family or our business again, and i'll call up the weary woman of the west." she whispers. "i hear she's a great shot."

"i hear she turns bodies into fertilizer for the side garden." you add on. sevika smirks at you.

powder tugs your hand, blinking up at you.

"can we do the thing the boys taught us?" she whispers. you laugh then nod, and grin as your daughters both flip the bird at the sheriff's retreating form.

marcus doesn't bother you again.

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lace-coffin · 11 months ago

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May I request some domestic Asa headcannons? Like, what are his cooking habits? The types of food he prefers to actually eat and not hasty ones he grabbed in a hurry? Thank youuu <3

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat?

Requests are open!

Asa Emory / gn!Reader

Trigger warning for power exchange/power dynamics/petplay

This is a super fun idea omg thank you! I’m still going to go with the whole owner/pet angle since this is Asa, I hope that’s ok! It will still be domestic but with the dynamic too💗

Asa doesn’t have much time to cook regularly, constantly caught between lecturing at the local uni about a twenty minute drive away and keeping up with his collection at the hotel.

On days when Asa has free time or is just determined to get something nutritious in his stomach he dusts off his recipe book he bought on a whim on discount and gets to work.

Asa likes to think he has a pretty good repertoire of kitchen skills, not exactly a five star chef but better than most men his age.

He prefers to centre either meat or fish in his meals, usually covered in a flavourful marinade or rubbed down in herbs and spices. Asa enjoys vegetables to be steamed as opposed to boiled, he thinks it makes them taste sweeter and softer, texture is important to him. Flavoured rice is always a good side.

He’s more fond of sweets than you think he would be judging from his standoffish appearance. Dessert is a must, Asa tells himself it’s all part of a balanced diet and he can’t skip it because it wouldn’t be right. In reality he just really wants the apple pie, enjoying the tartness of it and unable to deny himself this simple pleasure.

And then there’s you. Asa has always been one to care for his pets to the best of his ability, keeping their meals on a schedule. Even if he’s short on time meals will be prepared a day or two prior and put in the freezer. He’s stubborn when it comes to making the meals balanced, often erring on the side of health obsessed when it comes to his pets, like a dad telling you to finish your vegetables before you can have dessert. He’s not too bothered if he has to throw a microwave meal on and eat that when he comes home late but he always likes to make sure you have something good for you available. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t bring home takeout sometimes, he loves how excited you get at the junk food and the way you flop down on his lap afterwards, letting him rub your tummy as you try to stop feeling bloated.

Dinner is made as you watch from the floor on your dog bed, head resting on your folded arms, watching your master fondly but also a little impatient and hungry. Occasionally Asa humours you and wears the frilly apron you begged him to order under the guise of you wearing it, only to present it to him with puppy eyes at dinner that night. He’s a strict and sadistic owner but he can be a total dork.

“Dinners ready. Come”. Asa snaps his fingers and points to the three metal bowls on the floor near to the dining table, one bowl next to his seat. The two large German Shepard’s ears perk at this and they scamper over, sitting at Asa’s heals, tails wagging. He looks at you expectantly as you crawl over and join the dogs at his feet.

The two metal bowls are filled with a measured amount of dog kibble and wet food, water on the side. The two dogs eye the bowls twitchily. He raises his hand, all fingers laid flat for the dogs to see. “Wait” the dogs sit sternly in front of their master using all their restraint to not dig in until given permission. “Go ahead” he chuckles and the dogs immediately dig in, he pats over their heads with an affectionate smile and moves back to the granite counter, filling the final metal bowl with a healthy mix of seasoned vegetables, rice and finally chopped bites of beef, all in a Korean sauce. He plates the same onto his dish and takes it to the table, sliding onto the wooden chair and groaning at the relief it takes off his weary joints.

Asa places the final bowl on the floor next to his chair and click his fingers again, pointing to the bowl. “Come” without question you crawl over to the bowl, eyes switching between the delicious food in front of you and your master, waiting for permission. Wearing a smug and smitten look back at you he finally clicks again. “Go ahead, pet” he chuckles lowly as you start to eat from the bowl, used to using only your mouth as your utensil at this point. He leans forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear that was falling into the sauce. “Messy pup”

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #writing #my writing

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kimbappykidding · 1 year ago

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Part One Here and Part Three Here

You felt excited when you replied to Wonwoo but that doubt was still there. "I honestly don't think there's anything for you to worry about. Just because he's an idol doesn't mean he's going to hurt you" Mari said reading your expression "Do you trust him?". You paused "it's not that I don't trust him...he's been nothing but nice to be it's more I don't know if I can trust him". "Okay that's basically the same thing but I think the main thing is your initial instinct. What is your gut telling you? What did you feel when you read that message where he asked you out?". You looked down "well I did get excited and blushed". Your friend smiled "then there's your answer, first instincts are always right". You sighed and hoped your friend was right...but then your phone lit up when Wonwoo replied and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. For your second date, you went mini-golfing. Once again Wonwoo wore a hat that partially hid his face and this time you noticed him looking around a lot more than you did last time. There were no cameras though this time and you completed your two games with no problems. The opposite actually, you creamed Wonwoo beating him easily! "Maybe it's because you're too used to playing virtual games" you said teasing him "you need to go out into the real world a few times". Wonwoo smiled "is that so?". You nodded "yep! Can't live everything through a computer screen" and he nodded "I can see that" and glanced down at your linked hands. You blushed slightly and tried not to think about how cute Wonwoo's smile was.

You went to a bar around the corner for drinks and this time you booked it and managed to get a table right in the back where it was warmer and quieter because you were friends with the owner. "Y/n!" the owner said hugging you when he saw you and you smiled "Huan it's so good to see you!". "You too" he smiled "you look amazing! How's business?". "Pretty good I must admit, I'd ask how business is for you but considering the place is packed I can see for myself". Huan smiled and noticed Wonwoo. "Wonwoo this is Huan my friend from University and Huan this is Wonwoo, he's a performer". "Nice to meet you" Wonwoo said while Huan nodded "you too! Wow a performer, you must be really creative. What sort of things do you do?". Wonwoo paused and you began to panic feeling like you'd set this up. "Oh I do a little of everything, I sing, dance, rap, act...etc". Huan nodded sensing Wonwoo was being vague "nice, well your table is right this way and a waiter will be over soon to get you some drinks. On the house of course". You went to protest but your friend ran away before you could say no. You shook your head watching him before turning back to Wonwoo. "He seems nice, I didn't know you went to University" Wonwoo said and you smiled "because I didn't really. We were both just on a business owners course, it was only 8 weeks long and just happened to be run by the University". "So you did go to university then" Wonwoo smiled "you got a qualification and just because it's not a degree doesn't make it any more real" You paused "yeah I guess...you're right" you smiled "so Huan and I went to university together and became friends. We kept in touch and made sure to support each other's businesses. We offer joint loyalty cards and discounts at each other's stores if you buy something from us. That sort of thing". Wonwoo smiled "that's nice, far too many people are overly competitive and commercial". You nodded and couldn't help but asking "is it like that for you in your line of work?". Wonwoo paused and you carried on "I've heard the performing arts can be super competitive because of how popular it is". Wonwoo nodded "you're right it can be...but luckily the other people I work with are like my rock and the people in my company are really supportive". You paused as he said company and Wonwoo noticed "I mean the company I work for...". You nodded pretending like you hadn't noticed anything and changed the subject. You guessed Wonwoo wasn't telling you because he didn't want it to sway your opinion of him but also figured he'd have to tell you eventually. However you didn't want to push him into telling you before he was ready so decided not to mention it before he did. You stayed at the bar for a while but when it got later the crowd got louder and you were struggling to hear one another. When Wonwoo could tell you were getting annoyed he suggested you go back to his for a few drinks. You hesitated but only slightly before agreeing. With Wonwoo, you trusted this wasn't just a move but a genuine offer and you could very much leave whenever you wished. So Wonwoo drove you to his apartment which was very fancy. There was security on the doors and Wonwoo greeted them by name. His apartment was beautiful and so tasteful just like him. "So what would you like to drink?" Wonwoo asked "I have wine or beer". You opted for wine and Wonwoo joined you. He led you to his living room where he got a fire going and his sofa was so big you could both stretch out comfortably on it. You were very impressed, not by Wonwoo's home but by him. The more you talked to him the more you learned how great a guy he was. You thought he might be a conceited idol but that couldn't be further from the truth. He was very smart and shared all your ethical and moral views. You thought he couldn't get any hotter and then he admitted he was a feminist which nearly floored you. He noticed your reaction and paused "was that a good or bad reaction?". "Good! Definitely good" you assured him "I'm just pleased and a little impressed. It's very attractive when men actively try and reduce the prejudices other people receive". Wonwoo shrugged "it's my duty as someone with less oppression". You nodded "I agree but a lot of privileged people don't and it's...very appealing to see". Wonwoo smiled at the way you said appealing and re-filled your wine glasses. With the alcohol you got a little bolder and asked Wonwoo a question you'd been dying to know. "Why did you ask me out? Had you been thinking about it for a while or did it just hit you one day?". Wonwoo smiled "I thought about it the first day I walked in". Your jaw dropped "you did? Then why did it take you so long!". Wonwoo chuckled "well I'm not really the type to ask a stranger out, I think attraction can only go so far". "So you were attracted to me" you asked smiling and Wonwoo laughed "very much so, you were wearing a red jumper and it suited you wonderfully". You happened to be wearing a red dress tonight and Wonwoo noticed glancing down "just as you do tonight...red is definitely your colour". You smiled "I remember that jumper but I can't believe you did". Wonwoo smiled "I'm perceptive and when something catches my attention I don't forget it easily". You blushed as he directed those words to you before he patted your leg "now you, why did you say yes to me?", You laughed "well you may or may not have a nickname among my co-workers as the cute gamer guy". "Really?" Wonwoo asked and you nodded "yep! We noticed you fairly quickly and you were extremely handsome" you said looking up at him. "Then as you started coming in more we got to know more than just your name and do you want to know what the most attractive thing about you is?". Wonwoo nodded his voice deeper than it already was "tell me". "You're a good customer". Wonwoo laughed "I am?". "The perfect one!" you cried "you clean up after yourself, you're polite, you don't shout at us if we're taking a while or don't have the sandwich you want...the fact that you're also cute, nice and smart is just a bonus". "It is?" Wonwoo asked and you felt his hand still on your leg. You nodded "and did I mention hot? That's a pretty big bonus too". "You didn't" Wonwoo smiled and you shrugged "I'll find a way to make it up to you". "Hmmm how?" Wonwoo asked and you smiled "how about a kiss?". That was all Wonwoo needed and he moved forwards to kiss you. You thought the kiss would be a quick one but the second you touched him you didn't want to stop. Sensing this Wonwoo quickly took both your wine glasses and moved them out of the way. Now your hands were both free you started to use them. You reached for Wonwoo's shoulders and after a while of awkwardly turning to one another, he just slid you into his lap. You fitted perfectly and loved the closer contact. You could feel how toned Wonwoo was just through his clothes and everything he did was so skilful and hot. He was clearly very experienced and you were in good hands. He gave your lips a break and moved onto your neck and collarbones. You sighed as he didn't go any lower and he smiled. "Tease" you commented and he shook his head "not at all, I was just waiting for your cue". You shrugged and quickly stood up removing your dress "is this a big enough one?". You happened to have chosen red underwear tonight too and this wasn't lost on Wonwoo. His eyes widened slightly and he swore "it really is your colour". After that Wonwoo didn't need any further instruction and things progressed a lot faster. However, before things could go too far Wonwoo hesitated. "Wait Y/n before we carry on I have to tell you something" Wonwoo said and you nodded "what?". "I'm not just a performer I'm an idol in a group called Seventeen". You weren't sure how you were supposed to act so you just nodded "I know". "You do?" he asked and you nodded "not from the beginning but my friend found out after our first date. I didn't mention it because I figured you'd tell me when you were ready". "And how do you feel about it?" Wonwoo asked. You shrugged "it doesn't change anything for me. I like you so I don't care what your career is. You're the same Wonwoo to me". That was music to Wonwoo's ears and he let out a deep sigh before kissing you "I knew you were perfect". *** Your night was perfect and you woke up in the morning feeling very happy. Wonwoo was so sweet and attentive which only made him even hotter. "You're a gamer but have abs like that?" you asked as he left the bed to go make some food. He smiled bashfully "we have pretty amazing personal trainers and you're acting like I haven't seen your abs". You smiled "flatterer" and he shook his head "not at all, your body is phenomenal" making you blush. He was staring at you with some much focus you didn't know what to say "...weren't you going to make breakfast?". Wonwoo smiled "yes” and stumbled out of the room. Later on in the day, when Wonwoo arrived at training he was slightly later and one of the last members to arrive. Mingyu remembered straight away yesterday had been the second date and said loudly "so how did it go?" making everyone look up. Wonwoo sighed but smiled "it went really well, she's pretty great". "Aww that's so nice" Dk said but Jeonghan was frowning at him. Wonwoo tried to avoid his gaze but his hyung wasn't having any of that. "How well?" Jeonghan asked and Wonwoo blushed "what?". "How well did the date go Wonwoo?" Jeonghan asked a smile appearing on his face and the other members began to click on. When Wonwoo blushed even more they exploded. "You! Slept with someone on the second date!" Dino cried and the others were all similarly shocked. Wonwoo shrugged "well when it feels right it feels right and it did with Y/n". "I bet it did judging by your glow" Joshua teased and Wonwoo shook his head. "Who is this girl again?" Jun asked and Scoups frowned "the cafe girl right?". "Y/n" Wonwoo said sharply and they all smirked "Y/n!" they repeated pushing Scoups and Wonwoo regretted telling them. "Which cafe is it?" Seungkwan asked and Wonwoo went to tell Mingyu not to say when he just blurted it out. "The one around the corner from us with the green parasol". The guys all nodded working it out and Hoshis turned to him "so when can we meet her?". Wonwoo shook his head "We've only been on 2 dates". "But she knows you're an idol right" Joshua asked and Wonwoo nodded "I told her last night...before" he said guessing their next question. "Honest, I like it" Dk nodded. "Well you know if we can't meet her formally we know where she works" Jun joked and Wonwoo tensed "yes but please don't bother her". "We'll be well-behaved!" Hoshi argued but Wonwoo shook his head "it's her business! It'd be like her friends turning up her to spy on me. You don't mess around with someone's place of work". The guys all shrugged which wasn't good enough for Wonwoo. "Please stay away from there" he asked looking at them all in the eye. The guys all nodded ad Wonwoo felt relieved. He smiled and carried on with his day. The members had no intention of breaking their promise and going to see you...at first. However, 1 month later Wonwoo still refused to introduce you so they were bursting from curiosity. Every time after seeing you Wonwoo could come back practically glowing and would be in a good mood every day. They desperately wanted to know what made Wonwoo so happy and so decided to take things into their own hands. Meanwhile, you were really pleased at how things were going with you and Wonwoo. You'd been on several more dates and texted each day. Wonwoo really liked you and didn't want to mess this up. He'd seen other members introduce their partners a little too early and it completely overwhelm them. Wonwoo didn't want that to happen to you and didn't want to share this part of his life with them yet. Kpop was in every single part of his life except in his relationship with you. You really didn't care he was an idol and he loved that. He felt so normal with you and worried introducing you to his group would ruin that. You'd stop seeing him as cafe Wonwoo and see him as idol Wonwoo. However that was about to change. You were working one day when Mari gasped making you pause. "What? Don't tell me you put the wrong milk in that girl's drink". She shook her head "no those guys waiting...they're Wonwoo's members". You paused looking up at the boys in line "are you sure?". "Just look at them!" she cried and you nodded, they did look like Kpop idols with the perfect hair and impeccable skin...plus the way they kept glancing at you made it pretty clear too. "The one in pink is Dk, the one with glasses is Jeonghan and the one in front of us is Mingyu" she explained. "How did you know all their names?" you asked. "I forced myself to watch all their videos and content to help you". "To help me?" you asked smirking and she nodded "yep I took no enjoyment in it now quickly go serve them so it doesn't look suspicious" and she ran away. You walked up to the counter and smiled "what can I get for you". The one called Jeonghan came forwards and told you the order. The boy were quite giddy and kept smiling at you but didn't say anything about you dating Wonwoo. "Can I take a name?" you asked and saw Jeonghan paused, clearly unsure if to give his name in case Wonwoo had told you about him. You thought you had him when he just smiled "my name's Wonwoo" he said making lots of eye contact with you and you only just managed not to blush. "What a nice name" you told him and he smiled "I'm glad you think so". You had no idea about Wonwoo's deal with his friends and so when he rang you after work you told him. "I think I met some of your members today" you said and Wonwoo froze "what? How?". You explained your friend recognising them and their behaviour even saying his name. You weren't angry at all but Wonwoo still apologised and changed the subject. However when you hung up he went straight to the others. "Did you really go to Y/n's cafe?" he asked. The guys paused and Dk looked away "no...". "She recognised you" he said and Mingyu frowned "I thought she didn't know any idols". "Her friend does plus you were pretty obvious using my name and staring at her". The others in the room laughed but Wonwoo didn't find it that funny. "Why would you do that? I asked you not to! Y/n doesn't know much about this world and i don't want to scare her off". "To be fair we didn't know she was nervous..." Jeonghan said but Wonwoo still didn't feel any better. "It doesn't matter you should've listened to me in the first place". Scoups nodded "and they will now right guys? None of us will see Y/n until she's ready". The guys all nodded, the 3 apologised and Wonwoo relaxed "it's okay I just don't want to panic her...I like her quite a bit". The members smiled. "What's she like?" The8 asked and Wonwoo instantly smiled. "She's funny and interesting and really kind. She's also really quick and smart and witty. Plus she's so beautiful and her smile is amazing". The others all smiled as Wonwoo kept going before he blushed. "She sounds great" Jeonghan said and Wonwoo nodded "she is which is why I want to protect her from all of this. I don't want anything to ruin it". The guys all nodded "we get it and will help however we can...or not mess it up" DK said and Wonwoo smiled "thanks". He knew the second he introduced you to them, they'd love you but for now Wonwoo just wanted you all to himself.

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