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justagirlthatlovedtoread · 8 months ago

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Secrets, promises and stolen kisses.

In the bustling world of university life, Y/N and Jonah's lives are a tapestry of contrasts. Y/N, a humble yet secretly talented vet, and Jonah, with his undeniable popularity, seem to come from different worlds.

Y/N has always kept her profession a secret from university life, wary of people befriending her just for free vet advice, and discounts on operations/vet care. But fate intertwines two different paths when Jonah's dog Bella becomes paralyzed in her hind legs. Frantic and heartbroken, Jonah faces rejection from multiple vets and second opinions who suggested putting Bella to sleep. But Bella wasn’t “just a dog” to Jonah- she didn’t care about how he looked or how popular he was; she only cared about belly rubs and chasing squirrels. She taught him the art of unqualified love. How to give it, how to accept it. She doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give her your heart and she’ll give you hers. He was adamant that someone out there could help her, and It was clear in everyone’s eyes that he wasn’t going to give up until he found someone who had the opposite opinion to the one he kept getting. He had become a force of nature—a man on a mission to restore his best friends mobility.

Desperation led him to a vet clinic almost an hour away, where he encounters Y/N.

Jonah’s popularity preceded him at the university campus—the guy who could light up a room with his smile, effortlessly navigating social circles. Y/N, on the other hand, moved with purpose, her steps measured and her gaze focused. She was the vet who slipped through the crowds, her secret hidden behind those warm brown eyes. She only ever had one close friend, Tiffany.

They’d crossed paths countless times—Jonah with his easy charm, Y/N with her quiet competence. The hallways, the coffee shop, the occasional nod during breaks—it was all part of the rhythm of campus life. Neither expected more; their worlds seemed destined to remain parallel, never intersecting. Until now.

Jonah was apprehensive because he assumed he would hear the same tired platitudes as every other veterinarian he visits: “There’s nothing we can do”, “she’s too far gone”, “I think it’s time”, “it wouldn’t be fair to keep her suffering much longer” and so on.

But then blurted out Bella’s story, top to bottom: and Y/N listened, her eyes holding determination, her hands gentle as she examined Bella. She promised hope, and Jonah clung to it. The Paws & Whiskers Veterinary Clinic was Y/N’s sanctuary—a place where barks turned into healing, and the scent of antiseptic mingled with endless miracles.

When he finished, she nodded, her gaze flickering toward Bella and back to Jonah. “I’ll do my best,” she said. “But if it’s okay, I’d like to ask….”

And there it was—the secret. Y/N’s hidden talent, her gift for healing animals. Jonah’s eyes looked into hers knowingly, as if he knew what she was going to say “you’re a vet”, he whispered.

She nodded. “I am. But I’ve kept it quiet. People can be… opportunistic.”

Jonah understood. If word got out, everyone would flock to her, seeking free advice, exploiting her skills. Y/N’s anonymity was her armor, shielding her from the world’s demands. Yet there he was, stood between Bella’s well-being and Y/N’s peace.

“I won’t tell,” he promised. “Your secret is safe with me.”

And so began their pact—the unspoken agreement to protect Y/N’s anonymity. Jonah watched as she worked wonders with Bella, her hands gentle, her determination unwavering. Bella responded, tail wagging, and Jonah marvelled at the young girl behind the vet’s mask.

As days turned into weeks, their interactions shifted. Y/N’s eyes held gratitude, and Jonah’s admiration deepened. They met in quiet corners outside of vet and university hours—the library, the beach, the park—where Bella could strengthen the sensation in her legs and their friendship could bloom. Jonah became a constant presence, their conversations shifting from Bella’s well-being to deeper matters, and Jonah found himself sharing stories he’d never told anyone- conversations flowed effortlessly and Bella’s recovery became their shared secret, a fragile bridge between them. They laughed over coffee had deep talks, and sometimes, their fingers brushed accidentally, sending sparks through the room.

Jonah marvelled at the way Y/N spoke to Bella, her voice soothing and full of love. And when Bella finally stood on her own four legs, tail wagging furiously, Jonah’s heart swelled. Y/N’s eyes sparkled with pride, and he knew he’d fallen—for Bella, yes, but also for the enigmatic, beautiful girl who’d brought hope back into their lives, and he wished so much that he could’ve got to know her sooner.

On one particular evening, the moon hung low, casting a silvery glow on the water. Jonah’s pulse raced as he stood by the lake, as he waiting for y’ns arrival. Y/N’s presence was a magnetic force that pulled him closer. Bella lay nearby, her eyes half-closed, as if sensing the gravity of the moment.

A cool breeze swept across the lake, ruffling Y/N’s hair and sending shivers down Jonah’s spine. He reached for her hand as she arrived, fingers trembling. “Y/N,” he said, voice barely audible, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Her gaze met his, and he saw it—the vulnerability, the fear of crossing a line. “What is it?” she whispered.

Jonah hesitated. The weight of their connection pressed down on him—the shared secrets, the stolen glances, the way her laughter echoed in his dreams. Y/N wasn’t just anyone; she was the keeper of his heart’s secrets.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. “About us.”

Her eyes widened, and he knew she understood. The tapestry they’d woven—the threads of friendship, the hidden talents, the way Bella had brought them together—it all led to this moment.

“What about us?” Y/N asked, her voice a fragile thread.

Jonah leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Her heartbeat echoed in the quiet night, a rhythm that matched his own. His fingers trailed from her palm to her cheek, the softness of her skin a revelation. He moved a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering.

“I want this,” he murmured, leaving the rest unspoken.

And so, he kissed her—a gentle press of lips that held the promise of more. Y/N responded, her lips parting, and he pulled her closer. Their breaths mingled, and the world blurred—the moon, the water, the weight of their secrets. He kissed her again, this time trailing down her jawline, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Her neck beckoned, and he pressed his lips there, feeling her pulse against his mouth.

It was a moment suspended in time, where hesitation melted into longing, and the universe conspired to bring two souls together. Jonah lost himself in the taste of Y/N—the sweetness, the warmth—as if he’d been waiting for this kiss since the beginning of time.

He pulled away, both breathless, eyes locked—the universe itself holding its breath. Jonah’s hand still lingered on Y/N’s cheek, and she wondered if he could feel her heartbeat echoing through her skin. Words weren’t necessary; they shared an unspoken understanding—their feelings laid bare in that stolen moment. Y/N’s mind raced: What did this mean? Would it change everything?

They sat side by side, fingers brushing, Bella stirring nearby as if sensing the shift. And then Jonah broke the silence, his voice a tremor: “Y/N, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her heart fluttered, and she whispered, “Me too.”

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Jonah had reached a point where he couldn't keep his feelings to himself anymore. He was falling head over heels for Y/N, and the only way he could navigate this confusing and exhilarating time was by confiding in his closest friends. "I can't stop thinking about her," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

His friends listened intently, offering advice and support, trying to help him figure out the best way to express his feelings to Y/N without jeopardizing anything and sharing her secrets. “just be straight with her, tell her that you love her”, Matt says.

Meanwhile, Y/N and her best friend were having a heart-to-heart conversation of their own. They had always shared everything, so it was only natural that Y/N would open up about the strange fluttering in her chest whenever she thought about Jonah. But just as she began to articulate her emotions, her friend dropped a bombshell. "I have to tell you something aswell," she said, her eyes downcast. "I have a crush on someone too, his name is Jonah." The revelation hit Y/N like a ton of bricks. She felt a pang of guilt twist in her stomach, realizing that her relationship Jonah could hurt her friend.

The situation left Y/N feeling torn and conflicted. On one hand, her heart yearned for Jonah, and on the other, she couldn't bear the thought of causing pain to her best friend. She wrestled with her emotions, trying to find a way to navigate this delicate situation without damaging her most cherished relationships. The possibilities and topics of conversations with Jonah and her friend had opened up a Pandora's box of emotions, leaving them all at a crossroads where every choice seemed to carry significant consequences.

Y/N’s guilt weighed heavily on her heart after she found out that her friend harbored feelings for Jonah—a crush that had blossomed quietly, like a fragile flower. But Y/N’s own heart had betrayed her, pulling her even more toward Jonah in ways she couldn’t ignore.

Y/N had tried to avoid Jonah for days after this. She took different routes in the hallways, rescheduled her vet consults, and even adjusted the timing of her evening walks to avoid crossing paths with him. It was clear to anyone paying attention that she wss acting out of the ordinary, but Jonah wasn't just anyone. He noticed the subtle shifts in her behaviour and the absence of her usual warmth. Determined to understand what was going on, he made it his mission to find a way to be with her again. Jonah's persistence paid off one afternoon when he managed to catch Y/N alone in a quiet corner of the library. Gently but firmly, pulling her aside and holding her close as he showered her with kisses, each one filled with the affection and longing he had bottled up during their time apart.

The conflict tore at her—the loyalty to her friend versus the undeniable connection with Jonah. She avoided him, not out of indifference, but out of fear. Fear that her actions would wound her friend, unravel their bond, and leave her standing alone in the aftermath. Yet, as Jonah’s lips brushed hers in that quiet library corner, she wondered if love could ever be wrong when it felt so achingly right.

“you have been avoiding me”, he said, taking her hands in his.

Jonah looked down into Y/N's eyes and spoke with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. He assured her that she had done nothing wrong and that his feelings for her had only grown stronger. He reminded her of the countless ways she had brightened his life and made him a better person. Bit by bit, Jonah's words began to heal the wounds Y/N had inflicted upon herself. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they both knew that their bond was unbreakable and that together, they could overcome any obstacle.

Jonah pulled away, finally mustering the courage to share his feelings. He looked deeply into her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate the sparkle he had come to adore.

"I love you," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. Her eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and joy dancing within them.

A tender smile spread across her face as the words sunk in. She leaned in closer, her heart brimming with emotion. The air between them seemed to hum with a newfound energy, a shared understanding that words alone could not convey. Their lips met in a series of gentle kisses, each one more passionate than the last. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own private universe.

“I love you too”

I hope you all enjoyed this, any feedback would be appreciated, thankyou 🩷

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year ago

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Halloween Special

🎃 Hello Everyone 👻

Welcome to my second annual Halloween Special! So happy to be bringing this back for my followers this year! Last year it was a big hit and I’m even more excited this year since I’ll have two people to write for! For the rest of September and all of October I will be writing imagines for Jonah Hauer-King and Timothee Chalamet that are all horror, spooky, and fall themed! With this, I am able to combine two things that I am passionate about: writing & horror!

Here’s how it works:

I will pin this post and below will be a list of prompts and a brief description of what I can do with each prompt. I will have a selection for JHK and TC. Most of these will be stand alone works but if there’s is a part two wanted I will gladly write one! Of corked if you want to send in your own spooky request feel free to do so!

Here we go!

Jonah Hauer-King

🎃 Pumpkin Patch/Corn Maze - Reader and Jonah have a cute fall date in this setting.

👻 Detective Work - Reader is a detective investigating a gruesome murder with her new partner Jonah.

🎃 The Through Hike - A series I planned but haven’t stared yet. It involves mountains and zombies. I’ll leave it at that 🤭

👻 Room Service - Reader is a house keeper at a hotel when a man keeps calling her into his room with a strange request.

🎃 I’m Scared - Reader is camping for the first time with Jonah.

👻 Who You Gonna Call? - Reader is a famous ghost hunter and brings her boyfriend Jonah on one of her expeditions.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll create an original spooky story just for you!

👻 Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

Timothee Chalamet

🎃 Please Continue - I’ll continue any prompt from last years Halloween Special (located in Masterlist Vol. 2)

👻 Cruise of Nightmares - Reader and Timothee go on a cruise but after a storm things seem…off.

🎃 One of us is Lying - A golden age murder mystery. Someone in the house has killed the maid and no one’s leaving until we find out who.

👻 Skinwalker - Something seems weird about Timothee’s new friend.

🎃 You’re not Scared, Are You? - Reader takes Timothee to a haunted house.

👻 I’ve Got a Secret - Reader and Timothee are newly dating and reader is definitely hiding something.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll created a story just for you!

👻 - Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

I’ll change the prompts up in October or if we’ve gone through all of them before then!

For now, I’ll link Masterlist Vol. 3 here so you can all access it still.

Jonah tags: @danielabetancourth @luna2034 @wandamaximoffbae @twinkledinkleg-blog @justagirlwholovedtoread @nonsensical-nonsence @paramorelvrr @thedonswife13 @miniemonie2001 1 @jonahhauer-kingg

Timothee tags: @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp @kteezy997 @sufferingstarlight @xoxoloverb @tropicalrozmajzl @iloveneilperry @syirnge @patronsaintofthetwinks @roseboysareprettier @onlyenoughiamweird

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shifterdomain · 9 months ago

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He comes home again / Jonah Hauer-King X Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Jonah had been in Sardinia for the past 9 months to film The Little Mermaid after finishing the scenes they shot at Pinewood Studios London, while you stayed behind in your guys’ apartment to watch your cat and dog. He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow afternoon, so you were fairly surprised to see him standing in your doorway. Warnings: Fluff and some implied smut if you squint. Word count: 960

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Dancing around the kitchen with music blasting from the speakers you were busy stirring the batter for the welcome home cake you were making for your boyfriend. He had been away for months to film The Little Mermaid and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

Spinning away from the counter you picked up Y/Cat/N and twirled around with him in your arms, singing along as your favorite song played on the radio. The same song that was playing in the bar when you first met Jonah.

You were sat behind the bar, holding a drink in your hand and swirling it around slightly as you laughed at your friend’s joke.

“I just cannot believe he would do such a thing,” your friend commented, feeling sorry for you after your high school sweetheart had broken up with you through text message. “And that with Christmas around the corner. I’d go and slash his tires.”

“Well, that’s your solution to everything,” you laughed softly at your friend’s violant answer to your sorrows. “But I’m gonna be the bigger person and merely drink my problems away,” you proclaimed, holding up your glass to clink it against hers. Chugging your drink down before ordering another one.

The alcohol flowed heavily that evening, but you hadn’t been able to get your now ex-boyfriend out of your mind just as easily as you had hoped. And now, a few drinks in, you had gotten to your sad stage of being drunk. Slumped in the bar stool, your friend talking to some guy in the back after you had assured her that you would be fine. You were just about to call it a night, paying your tab and swinging your purse around your shoulder when you turned towards the door.

It took only a second for you to forget about your ex now as everything around you faded away, your eyes landing on the man who had just entered the bar with his friends. His stormy blue eyes managed to captivate you even from across the room. His eyes landed on yours as the first tunes of a new song started playing on the radio. Your favorite.

You stayed a while longer, hoping that the guy had gotten the same feeling of you as you did of him, but when he didn’t come over and an hour passed you decided to simply blame the jitters on your slightly intoxicated state. Turning back to the door and this time walking out.

Pulling your coat a little tighter you tried to keep warm in the winter cold, snow slowly fluttering down from the sky as the lights around town twinkled brightly. Quietly humming Christmas tunes to yourself you dissociated yourself from the world around you, not even hearing a voice call out. Not realizing that it was calling out to you.

“Miss,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. Instinctively you punched your fist forward, punching the guy who had stopped you in the stomach, making him bow over. “you forgot your scarf,” he told you, holding out the black wool. His voice sounded out of breath as he spoke, making you feel a little guilty about punching him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Thank you,” you smiled awkwardly, taking the scarf. Trying to excuse yourself by thinking that it was partly his fault for grabbing a strangers shoulder on the street, but it didn’t take the feeling of your guilt away. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled quietly. “You’ve got a mean right.”

“Sorry about that,” you apologized again.

He waved his hand dismissively, standing up straight again. “It was kinda my fault,” he replied. “I’m sorry for startling you. And I don’t wanna sound like a creep, but I saw you in there and I kind of wanted to come over and talk to you. Maybe it was fate that made you leave your scarf.”

“Fate?” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the cheesiness of that, but you had to admit that he really was a good looking guy. And something about him made you feel comfortable, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Could fate maybe give me your name?”

“Y/N/N,” you introduced yourself, extending your hand for him to shake, deciding not to tell him your full name just yet.

He gladly took your hand, shaking it as he introduced himself: “Jonah.”

You were dancing around the kitchen, smiling at the memories that surfaced when you heard the song. Setting Y/Cat/N down on the kitchen floor again you poured the cake batter into the baking mold before pushing it into the preheated oven.

Turning around you jumped slightly, clutching your hand over your chest before a wide smile spread across your face. “Jonah!” you exclaimed happily, jumping into your boyfriend’s arms as he spun you around in a hug. Pressing kisses to your cheek and temple before setting you back down and kissing your lips deeply.

“How’s my little princess doing?” he murmured against your lips, pecking them multiple times as his arms remained around your waist. “Miss me much?”

“Very much so,” you smile up at him, your arms hooked around his neck as you pull him down for another sweet kiss.

“Yeah? How about you prove it?” he grinned mischievously, his voice a little hoarse, sending shivers through your body. “I just wanna take you to bed and never get out again.”

“I was baking you a welcome home cake.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll get out of bed for the cake,” he replied jokingly. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom, which you did not leave for the next few hours.

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therealmsdelulu · 1 year ago

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I can see you (Y/N and Jonah’s version)

Pairing: Jonah x fem!reader

A/N: Ignore how some of the lyrics aren't pink, it kept messing up. Also first smut, bare with me ya'll 😀.

Summary: You’re at a premiere party and your coworker keeps making not so subtle moves on you. Inspired by 'I Can See You' by Taylor Swift.(Lyrics in italics and pink)

Warnings: SMUTTT. Oral (fem receiving)

Your recent film was a huge success thanks to the incredible chemistry and or sexual tension between you and your coworker Jonah.

You currently had your back against a wall in the hallway of the host's house, drinking from a red solo cup and talking with a cast mate when you suddenly feel a shoulder brush against yours. You turn around only to see Jonah flash you a smirk before walking away.

"You brush past me in the hallway And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?"

You scoffed lightly before returning to your conversation. You tried to focus on the words being said to you but you catch yourself watching Jonah down the hall hoping he wouldn't see you.

"I’ve been watchin' you for ages And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it"

You shook your head subtly trying to get yourself together. 'But what would you do if I went to touch you now?,' you fantasized in your head, 'What would you do if they never found us out, What would you do if we never made a sound?'

You turned your head in the direction that Jonah went only to see him at the end of the hallway watching you carefully.

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

Gathering your nerves you walked over to Jonah. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem. Take a picture it'll last longer." you teased and he chuckled darkly before closing the gap in between you. His hand gripped your chin as he backed you up against the wall.

'And I could see you up against the wall with me'

"I like to call it the Y/N effect. You really have a hold on me darling," he whispered into your ear, letting go of your chin and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

'And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew That I can see you'

"Really? What effect do I have on you Jonah," you whispered back and he could hear the smirk in your words.

"How about I show you," he suggested before attaching his lips to your neck, leaving hot-open mouthed kisses on your skin, you bit your lip in an attempt to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out.

"You really wanna do this here?" you asked breathlessly knowing that anybody could walk in on the two of you at any given time. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his torso and carried you to the nearest bathroom.

'And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet'

He locked the bathroom door behind the two of you and placed you down on the counter. "Do you want this?" he asked looking you in the eyes and you simply nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "Words, pretty girl," he said with a slightly teasing tone.

"Yes Jonah, I want this," you said quietly and he smiled in satisfaction before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped at the base of your hips and he slowly took off your dress. He gently cupped your breast over your bra and kissed the exposed skin, making sure to leave behind a trail of hickies.

"Can I take this off?" he asked toying with the clip of your bra and you nodded eagerly. He unclipped your bra with ease and began to plant open-mouthed kisses on the newly exposed skin. His hands found a resting place on your hips as he trailed his kisses lower and closer to where you needed him the most.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jonah asked looking into your eyes.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you assured him and he gently slid down your panties, getting on his knees in front of the counter.

His hands gripped at your hips as he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs as he began to gently bite and suck at the skin. He looked up into your eyes as he licked a long stripe up your slit before licking and sucking at your clit earning soft moans and whimpers from your mouth only encouraging him to speed up the movement of his tongue.

You gripped the edges of the sink while his tongue flickered between your slit and he hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like a man starved.

You looked down at him and found his eyes gazing into yours watching you intently as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked desperately. The view was making you dizzy. The way his eyes bore into your own as his tongue wrapped around your wetness made you grind your hips into his mouth seeking more friction.

He gave a long stroke with the flat of his tongue and sucked you into his mouth tugging slightly and you could feel the pull of your throbbing clit. Then he spread his mouth wide over that sensitive nub and sucked even harder, a sudden stabbing sensation making you cry out in pleasure. Your whimpers and moans grew significantly louder as the coil in your stomach tightened his tongue moving faster while he felt you clenching around his mouth.

He pulled away slightly. "Cum for me, love," he whispered before continuing his tongue's brutal attack against your clit. You cried out in pleasure as you approached you orgasm and he slowed down his licks, helping you ride out your orgasm.

He stood back up and licked the remainder of your wetness off of his lips looking into your eyes as he did.

"You gonna let me return the favor?" you asked with a sly smirk.

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amaretigris · 4 months ago

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Trick Shot

Taglist: @hopeisrising @jonahmermaid23 @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @daydreamerwithnohobbies @freyagallileaevans @jonahhauer-kingg

Warning: this is a straight up thirst post 🤤

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"You just love to test me, don't you?"

Jonah's breaths were ragged as he pinned you against the wall.

"Well, you wanted it, you fucking got it."

You rolled your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up and do it, you coward," you goaded him with challenge in your gaze.

"Pull your panties down," Jonah instructed as he used his teeth to rip open a condom packet that he held in one hand.

His other hand still held yours above your head on the wall, but he loosened his hold so that you could bring a hand down. You pulled your black leather skirt up and your bright red thong down. Jonah handed you the condom he opened, using his now free hand to push his jeans and briefs down to his knees. Your jaw went slack at the sheer size of him.

Jonah looked back to your expression with a smirk.

"Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but I bet you've never taken dick like this," he teased.

Your lust filled eyes glanced back to his, and you caught a second wind of defiance. Licking your lips and putting the condom on Jonah's tip, you watched his head fall back with pleasure as you rolled it on his shaft. You made sure to go nice and slow.

"Hmm. Who was talking shit?" You remarked.

Jonah's gaze snapped back to yours. He roughly gripped your wrist to return your hand to the wall.

"You drive me fucking crazy. That mouth is only good for one thing."

When you opened your mouth to respond, Jonah breached your entrance. Any insult on your tongue died there. You sucked in a sharp breath, and Jonah pulled out to drive himself back in. After three strokes, you stoked the fire again.

"Fuck me harder, pussy," you taunted.

Jonah completely stilled. Your eyes blew wide. Why wasn't he moving?

"What the fuck?"

You squirmed in his hold, but there was no use. Jonah shocked the shit out of you when he pressed his forehead to yours. His blue eyes looked too deeply into your (e/c) ones. A cheshire grin emerged on his lips.

"Beg for it," he told you.

You immediately scowled.

"No way in hell," you spoke against his lips.

Jonah's eyes flicked down to your mouth before returning to yours.

"Then I think we're done here."

Jonah pulled out and released his hold on your wrists at once. You suddenly felt empty and very unsatisfied. You whimpered.

"Please!"

You slapped a hand over your mouth just as Jonah was about to pull his pants up. He looked back to you with a shit-eating grin. Your chest tightened. You were lucky that the music in the bar was so loud that no one could have heard your begging.

"Please," you repeated, lifting your chin and trying to retain some dignity.

Jonah let out a sly chuckle, but pressed you back to the wall.

"You want this dick, don't you?"

You knit your brow.

"Say it, (Y/N). Say you want this dick, and I'll make you cum on it so hard you'll see stars," he dared you.

"I..." You trailed off. You had to let go of your pride.

"I want your dick, Jonah. Please."

At those words, Jonah was suddenly entering you again. He kept his head to yours, and your hands pinned at your side. You squeezed your eyes shut for some relief from his intense gaze.

"(Y/N)," Jonah grunted.

You reluctantly opened your eyes.

"Tell me when you're close. I want to cum with you," he breathed.

You nodded your head, finding yourself caught in his trance now. Jonah brushed against your sweet spot, and you moaned intensely. The corner of his lips lifted.

"There it is."

Jonah focused his efforts here, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," you spat.

Your peak had crept up on you.

"I'm about to cum," you warned him.

Jonah pressed his lips to your pulse point, and sucked. The sensation sent you spiraling. The man was true to his word. You experienced the most powerful orgasm of your life. You felt Jonah's hips stutter, and you knew that he found his, too.

The two of you stood slumped against the wall for a moment to catch your breath. As soon as Jonah's hold on you loosened, you ducked out of it. You barely had your skirt back in place before you reached for the doorknob. Jonah caught your wrist.

"Maybe next time you'll think before you open that damn mouth. But if not, give me a call."

He slipped a piece of paper into your hand. You rolled your eyes, and tore your wrist out of his grip to leave the supply closet.

"Yeah, right," you scoffed.

You tucked the paper with his number scrawled on it into your pocket.

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therealmsdelulu · 1 year ago

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Hi can you do a headcanon of what dating jonah would be like?

And could you also include the NSFW section as well?

If you can't, I totally understand!

Thank you!

DATING JONAH HAUER KING

I imagine his love languages being words of affirmation and gift giving. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he loves physical affection too but words of affirmation and gift giving are his top two in my opinion. He feels like they better express how much he cares about you and vice-versa.

Not afraid to show you off in front of his friends or family. Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist or shoulder.

Likes watching you do skincare (and makeup if you're into that). Would definitely want to join your skincare routine and would let you do his makeup.

Constantly texts you throughout the day. Whether he's sending you memes or asking for updates about your text, there's never going to be a day when he doesn't contact you.

Likes doing domestic things with you like cleaning, baking, watching corny hallmark movies etc.

Buys the two of you matching outfits, thinks it's a cute and quiet way to claim each other.

Compliments you all the time, and he's very genuine and gives great compliments.

Showers you with affection from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. Kisses every inch of your skin, no where is unattended. When he comes home he welcomes you with a big hug and kiss.

Gives the best hugs. Extremely soft and comforting. Keep in mind he's 6'2, If you're shorter than 5'8 he most likely bends down to hug you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

Loves stealing things from set and bringing them to you. "It reminded me of you" he would say in his defense.

Is great at cheering you up. Gives the best comfort. if you don't want to talk about it, he's happy to just play with your hair and cuddle you until you feel better.

Super romantic. Writes you love letters and buys you flowers just cause.

Strokes your hair and sings to you when you have trouble sleeping

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

I imagine him as a Soft!Dom but could definitely see him being a little submissive and needy.

I see him as being into recording. Likes to keep them for when he's away and is missing you.

Aftercare is super important to him. He is more than willing to order you food, bathe you, wash your hair, put on a movie and cuddle etc.

He gets a little rough when he's jealous but would never go too far and hurt you.

Takes his time, doesn't feel a need to rush. Not really into quickies unless he's really desperate. Slow strokes, he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.

Eye contact. That man will hypnotize you. Looks directly into your eyes as he thrusts in and out of you.

Marks you up and he likes to be marked up. Loves leaving hickies all over you. Really likes it when you scratch his back and leave marks from your nails.

Could see him being into handcuffs and blindfolds. Handcuffing you so that you can't touch him and blindfolding you to increase your anticipation, never knowing his next move.

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amaretigris · 3 months ago

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Dreamy

Taglist: @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @luna2034 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @mylittlemermaid221 @freyagallileaevans @daydreamerwithnohobbies @jonahmermaid23 @jonahhauer-kingg

A/n: Random idea I had. I love protective!Jonah and you can't take him away from me 😩💖💖

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The minutes ticked by slowly. You sat on a stool at an obnoxiously loud and crowded bar. It was perhaps your least favorite setting. You'd only come here because your sister Ariel forced you to. She'd gone on and on for weeks about setting you up with some new guy from her office.

"He seems like he'd be a perfect match for you!"

Ariel had shoved her phone in your face with his picture pulled up. You couldn't count the amount of times you said no. Finally, you'd given up and agreed so that she'd leave you alone. It was worth your own sanity to sit through one boring date. But, now, here you sat with no date. You checked the time on your phone again. It was thirty minutes past the time you'd agreed to meet. After the first ten minutes, you'd texted the guy. No response. Wow. Great. Ghosted.

You didn't even want to come to this overglorified bar. He had suggested it. You rolled your eyes as you sat at the bar by yourself, annoyed at the idea of men. You at least wanted to finish your drink you'd paid for before you called an Uber home. Watching the tv, you didn't notice a pair of eyes that had been glancing to you for the last half hour.

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Jonah had been watching you, but not in a creepy way. He sat at a booth at the back of the dive bar with a couple of his mates. They were going on and on about football, and Jonah couldn't care less. He'd noticed you as soon as you arrived and sat down. Your dress looked too nice for such a greasy establishment. It hugged your curves just right though.

Every once in a while Jonah would realize he was staring and pull his eyes away from you, but his brow knit in concern. Judging by the way you kept checking the time on your phone and looking at the door, it seemed like you were expecting a date. A no show. What a dick. Besides, what kind of idiot would pass up an opportunity for a date with you? Jonah could only imagine that the guy had to be a loser.

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You were watching the movie playing on the television absentmindedly when someone shoved your shoulder. It felt very much intentional. You turned to see who the hell had the audacity. A burly man with a bad case of BO smiled at you. You immediately grimaced.

"Hey, pretty lady. What's a girl like you doing here?"

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Getting stood up. Please don't push me."

The man looked shocked.

"What? What kind of dumbass would stand you up?"

You flattened your lips.

"It doesn't matter. I'm finishing my drink, and then I'm leaving."

You turned your head back to face the bar. The man moved closer into your personal space.

"Why would you leave by yourself when you could leave with me?"

The man's lips quirked up to reveal several rotten teeth, and the stench of alcohol on his breath. Disgusted, you pushed yourself off the stool to get away from him.

"Please leave me alone."

You snatched your purse and started walking towards the door. The man grabbed your arm gruffly in the crowd. You resisted, but his grip was tight. Your eyes darted around to find someone, anyone that could help you get away from him. Why was no one looking? You didn't think anyone would hear you if you protested. Your mind was scrambling. Just then, a large hand landed on the man's wrist, peeling it off your arm. You turned to see a tall man with black curls. If you weren't in a panic, you would definitely think he's hot.

"Oi, mate. Get your hands off my girl," the newcomer yelled over the music.

His voice was deep.

"Your girl?"

The man guffawed.

"Nice try. She said she was stood up."

He reached for you again. The taller man grabbed his wrist midair.

"I said that's enough. Back off. She's with me."

The grubby man looked between the two of you, and yanked his hand back. The newcomer stepped to your side, delicately snaking his arm around your waist, and pulling you closer to him. He smelled really good, and you knew he was trying to protect you. His eyes shifted to you, and you found that they were a beautiful shade of blue.

"I'm sorry I'm so late, honey. Work ran long, and my phone died."

You went with your first instinct, and playfully smacked his arm.

"You made me wait. You'll have to make it up to me later."

Too much. You were laying it on too thick.

Inwardly cringing at yourself, you were surprised when the handsome man only smiled in response. He had the cutest dimples you'd ever seen.

"I know," he laughed.

He then turned his head back to the ruffian. All of the playfulness dropped from his face.

"Okay, okay," the man conceded.

He put his hands up, and started to back away.

"Sorry. Won't happen again."

You watched in fascination as your hero's eyes followed the guy through the crowd. When he was satisfied that he'd left, his features softened once again. He turned to you, releasing your waist.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to touch you, but I wanted to make that guy believe it."

You cleared your throat.

"That's okay. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up. I can't thank you enough."

He smiled, and extended his hand for you to shake.

"I should properly introduce myself. I'm Jonah. What's your name?"

You gripped his hand and gave it a light shake.

"My name's (Y/N)," you blushed.

"Ahh, can I buy you a drink for helping me?" You offered.

Jonah shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"Nah, that's okay."

Your heart sank.

"But I can buy you one if you'd like. Or I can order you an Uber. Whichever you prefer," he smiled again.

God, you'd never seen a more beautiful smile. You nodded your head.

"Okay. I'd love another drink to calm my nerves a bit," you reasoned.

Jonah extended his arm for you to lead the way. Luckily your stool was still unoccupied, and the one beside it was open, too. You sat back down, strumming your fingers on the bartop.

"So, (Y/N), did you actually get stood up?"

Jonah casually asked as he flagged down the bartender. You sighed.

"Yes. It's stupid, really. I didn't even want to come on this date, but my sister wouldn't stop bugging me about it. And then the guy ghosts me."

Jonah opened his mouth to answer, but the bartender interrupted.

"What can I get ya?"

"Oh, I'll have a jack and coke. And whatever she wants," Jonah motioned to you.

The bartender looked at you expectantly.

"Just a margarita for me, please. Thanks."

When the bartender stepped away to make your drinks, Jonah turned back to you.

"I was going to say that it's his loss. You look stunning in that dress."

You felt your face heat up.

"Thank you," you ducked your head.

The bartender returned to set your drinks in front of you. He relayed the amount, which you didn't quite hear, and Jonah handed him his card. When he got it back, his gaze found yours again.

"If you don't want my company, that's more than alright. Don't feel obligated just because I bought your drink. It's the least I could do after that man put his grimy hands on you."

You smiled.

"I'd like you to stay, if that's okay," you confessed.

Jonah's dimples reemerged, and he nodded.

"Oh yeah. You see those guys back there?"

He pointed behind him, and you observed two men having an animated conversation in a booth. You looked back to Jonah and nodded.

"Those are my mates who won't shut up about football. I was looking for any excuse to get away from them."

"Well, lucky for you, a damsel in distress is the perfect excuse," you joked before you sipped your margarita.

"I know. Now, about what you said earlier, how exactly can I make it up to you later?"

His lips lifted and he took a swig of his drink while you almost sputtered on yours. Damn, you thought, this guy's dreamy.

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amaretigris · 5 months ago

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The Possibility of You

Taglist: @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @jonahmermaid23 @jonahhauer-kingg @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @daydreamerwithnohobbies @freyagallileaevans

A/n: What? Two chapters in one day? 😝💖

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Ch. 5 | 2.8k words | Fluff & smut

Jonah followed you from the restaurant to your apartment. He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous about a romantic conquest, or the last time he'd gone to anyone else's house. Normally it came naturally to him, but with you he questioned all of his actions. He didn't want to screw this up, and your apartment was a neutral ground. You might feel overwhelmed in his home. He also didn't want to treat you like you were just another lay. Could Jonah keep his hands to himself during the movie? You said that your roommate Vanessa was gone for the weekend, so he knew the two of you would have the place to yourselves. The possibilities were endless, but he would have to let you make the first move. He swore he would never pressure you to be physical with him, and he had meant it wholeheartedly.

After you pulled into the parking lot in front of your building, Jonah took a deep breath, and switched his car off to accompany you inside. You gave him a sultry sweet smile as the two of you stepped up to your door. You fished your keys out from your purse and clumsily unlocked the deadbolt. Jonah could tell you were nervous as well.

Once he stepped inside, you put your bag and keys down on a table by the door. Jonah observed the small living space with a blue couch and a tv stand with illuminating lights behind it. It was cute and cozy.

"Well, this is our humble abode," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm going to get these shoes off and then we can pick a movie on the couch. Vanessa and I also keep the pantry stocked with snacks," you smiled.

"Okay," Jonah nodded.

You moved to walk past him to your room, and Jonah caught your wrist. When you stilled, he looped his arms around your waist, and touched his forehead to yours.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm nervous, too. I promise to keep my hands to myself unless I'm given explicit instructions otherwise," he spoke softly.

You felt your cheeks warming up.

"Okay," you breathed.

You looked down at Jonah's lips. You could kiss him right then and there, but you decided to restrain yourself. It would be much more fun to play with him. Jonah released you, and you pulled away to go to your room. You shut the door and peeled your shoes off as Jonah took a seat on the couch. This would be fun.

Opening up your door a couple minutes later, you strolled into the living room in your small cami and shorts set. You'd taken the liberty of going braless. You walked straight past Jonah's tuft of curls on the couch to the pantry in your kitchen.

"What snacks would you like?"

You examined the contents of the pantry. You felt Jonah's eyes glued to you. There was a beat of silence.

"Um, I dunno. Chips? Candy?"

You nodded.

"Okay, that can be arranged," you replied cheekily.

Piling your arms full with snacks, you set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch. You bent over to give Jonah a nice view of your rear.

"(Y/N)," he warned in a low voice. "I don't react kindly to teasing."

You fixed him with a befuddled look.

"I'm not sure what you mean," you scrunched your brow, scooting beside him to take a seat.

"Did you pick a movie yet?"

You acted completely oblivious. Jonah eyed you for a moment before answering.

"No, I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for."

"Horror?" You suggested. "Or comedy? Let's do comedy," you nodded, popping a chip in your mouth.

Jonah forced his gaze back to the tv, and the two of you settled on a movie after a few minutes. The opening scene of this movie cracked you up, and you let out an open, hearty laugh. Jonah looked to you with a smirk. As the movie continued, you moved closer and closer to Jonah. He was sitting stock still with one hand on an armrest and the other settled on his knee, as if to brace himself. You snuggled up to his shoulder, laying your head down. Jonah turned his head slightly to inhale the scent of your hair. He closed his eyes at the lovely smell.

You began to fidget, getting uneasy. You wanted to make a move on Jonah, but you weren't quite sure how. You eventually settled your hand on his thigh, and you didn't miss Jonah's sharp inhale. You pretended to be paying attention to the movie as your hand crept further and further up his leg. Jonah's hand moved from his knee to settle on yours at your latest inch upward.

"That's enough, unless you want to start something I'll have to finish," he whispered, but you heard him loud and clear.

You raised your head up to examine his profile, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"What if I do want to finish?" You teased.

Jonah's lips twitched, but his eyes didn't move from the television. Frustrated that he wasn't looking at you, you boldly sat up, and pushed past his arm to straddle his lap. It wasn't until you were nose to nose with him that you noticed Jonah's deep breathing.

"I want you to do what you said you would on the phone. You're a man of your word, aren't you?"

You watched Jonah's pupils dilate, and instantaneously his hands tangled in your hair, and he crushed his mouth to yours. The kiss was passionate and urgent. You tried to keep up with him, but he set a brutal pace. Jonah used his thumbs to coax your mouth open, and slipped his tongue in to explore every crevice of your mouth. You kissed him back with fervor, and began rolling your hips over his growing bulge at the apex of your thighs.

Jonah suddenly pulled away, breaking the kiss. Your mouth chased his.

"Can we move to your bed? I want to lay you down properly."

You nodded and stood, grabbing Jonah's hand to lead him to your bedroom. You closed the door behind him, even though you were alone. You had a feeling things would get loud. When you turned around, Jonah stood by your bed expectantly. You caught your first real glimpse of his tented trousers, and your mouth watered at the sight.

"Lay down," Jonah instructed you.

You gulped and nodded, stepping towards the bed. You halted before you put your knee up on it, turning to face Jonah. Your eyes held his as you pulled your cami over your head, and bent down to drop your shorts. You were completely bare underneath, and now fully exposed to him. Jonah took a shaky breath, but didn't look down just yet. Instead, he spoke again, more firmly this time.

"Lay down."

You climbed up onto the bed then, laying on your back, and looking up at him. Jonah didn't move to strip any of his clothes off. You pouted, until you saw him lowering himself down onto his knees. You licked your lips in anticipation.

"I told you I don't like to be teased. You know what happens now? I make you cum as many times as I want on my tongue. You'll be begging me to stop before I do."

You swallowed again at his threat and the dark look in his eyes.

"Prove it," you challenged him.

You knew you'd probably regret it, but you were slick with desire at the moment, and you couldn't bring yourself to care. The corner of his lips lifted, and Jonah lowered his face down to your mound. He took a long, deep inhalation of your smell. The sight turned you on and made you self conscious at the same time.

"Someone's ready for me," he growled before he grabbed your legs and stuffed his face into your folds.

Jonah wasn't lying. He worked you to your peak 5 times, and quickly at that. It was almost one after the other. You'd never experienced such bliss like this. Your thighs were shaking by your last orgasm, and you felt extremely sensitive to the touch. You tried to scoot back from Jonah's mouth, but he had your legs secured. He showed mercy, however, and lifted his face to look at you. Seeing it coated in your juices was almost too much for you to handle. You groaned.

"Had enough, princess?"

You nodded, looking back down at him with hope in your eyes.

"Alright, I'll go easy on you this time, but this is a lesson. Remember that," he urged you as he stood beside the bed.

Removing his baby blue button down shirt that complimented his eyes and pushing down his khakis, you whined at the sight of him. He'd already ruined you, yet you wanted so much more. You didn't know if you could get enough, in fact. Jonah chuckled.

"Like what you see?"

You nodded with a heaving chest, taking in his defined abs and muscular shoulders. You bit your lip as he slid his briefs down, kicking them to the floor. You gasped at the sight. Jonah immediately caged you in on the bed, consuming your senses.

"Do you know I've been dreaming of this since I met you, (Y/N)? Are you ready? It's going to be fast and hard. Then I'll take my time with you," he pushed your hair from your face as you nodded.

Jonah kissed you, lining himself up at your entrance. He began pushing himself in. You moaned into the kiss. After 3 pushes, Jonah fully entered you. Your eyes and mouth opened in tandem at the sensation of being utterly and completely full. Jonah comforted you by peppering kisses around your mouth.

"Look how well you're taking me, love. It's like you were made for me," Jonah chanted.

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as he moved.

"Can you look at me, sweetheart? I want to see your eyes," he urged you.

You stilled, forcing your eyes back open. Jonah pressed his forehead to yours.

"Yes, just like this," he praised. "You're too beautiful to hide your expressions from me."

He kissed you again, and began rutting into you. You broke from the kiss, but kept your eyes locked on his. You didn't think you could look away if you tried. Pleasure shot through you at his every move, and you were catapulted to your next peak. You came undone around him, and the sensation had Jonah grunting and his hips faltering. You felt him finish inside you, and you swallowed his moans with another harsh kiss. After the two of you rode out your highs, your chests heaved in time for oxygen. You wove your fingers though his curls until your breathing slowed.

"That was bloody brilliant," Jonah commented.

Your grin was so big it hurt your cheeks.

"Yes, it was," you agreed. "Can we do it again?"

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Two hours later, you laid curled into Jonah's side. Your head was on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through your hair. You sighed contentedly.

"Hey, I was thinking..." He trailed off.

You looked up at him curiously.

"What?

"You should come to my swim meet this weekend," Jonah smiled down at you.

You quirked your brow.

"Oh? You want to go public with this already? I can't imagine all of the women on campus that'll be coming for my head," you laughed.

"Listen, I know I have a bit of notoriety at school, but I want everyone to know that I'm seeing you," Jonah caressed your cheek.

"If you're not too embarrassed of me," he added.

"Of course not," you smiled. "I think you're wonderful. In fact, I've been disappointed that I haven't found much about you that I don't like."

Jonah's hand settled on your cheek, and his eyes took on a more serious tone.

"I have to be honest with you, (Y/N). I would rather you hear it from me...," he started.

"Tell me," you urged him. "Whatever it is, honesty is the best policy."

Jonah took a deep breath.

"I started talking to you because my mate Max made a bet with me. He wanted me to pursue a woman on campus that seemed completely unattainable for at least two weeks, then he said he'd stop pressuring me to go out with more women. I thought you should know."

Jonah held his breath after his confession. You practically snorted.

"Yeah, I figured it was some kind of stupid bet. Max was incredibly entertained the first day you approached me, and you kept coming every day, so I figured something was up," you smiled.

"So you're not mad or hurt by that?" Jonah's brow creased.

You shrugged.

"No, it doesn't bother me. If that hadn't happened, I don't know if we ever would have crossed paths. Everyone meets as a result of all of these improbable circumstances. We're no different," you concluded.

Jonah sighed, turning his face up to the ceiling.

"Ugh, you're brilliant," he grimaced. "I knew you had to be much smarter than me. But let's see if you can still speak in complete sentences after I make you cum on my cock again," Jonah rolled over on top of you.

You burst into a fit of giggles that turned into moans and gasps as he kissed down your neck and chest. Jonah pushed himself past your entrance again, and you accommodated his size with a small touch of soreness.

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Jonah checked his phone to find that it was past midnight, and that he had two messages.

Max 🤭

5:50 p.m.

BRO!!! Tell me how it goes

Mum

11:16 p.m.

Are you okay, dear? I didn't see you at home earlier. Don't forget your father is getting in later tonight.

Jonah shot up reading his mother's text. You mumbled sleepily from your side of the bed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, love. I'm sorry, I forgot that my dad said he might get to come home early. And by early, he meant tonight. My mum says he'll be in soon. I hate to leave you after-,"

"Go," you gave Jonah a sure smile with your head propped up on your palm.

"Don't worry about me. You wore me out. I intend to sleep," you chuckled.

"Go see your dad."

Jonah smiled, more to himself than to you. How did he get so lucky that the woman Max chose at random turned out to be inherently perfect? Jonah set his phone down, grabbing your face with both of his hands to kiss you sweetly on the lips.

"Thank you," he kissed your forehead before hopping out of bed to get dressed.

You watched him pull his pants and shirt back on. He radiated masculine energy, and you needed him to leave if he didn't want you to drag him back into bed. You rose when he found his shoes, wrapping a small blanket around you to walk him to the door. Jonah held your hand on your short trip there. He then turned to kiss you once more before leaving.

"I'll see you soon, princess," he smiled.

"Not soon enough," you replied.

Jonah's forehead connected with yours again. You were quickly learning that this was his way of showing affection. He breathed in your heavenly scent one last time. He reluctantly left, and you locked the door behind him. You ran back to bed, jumping into it with a squeal of excitement. You'd just had a night of passion with Jonah, and you couldn't be happier, or more satisfied. You could hardly believe your luck.

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Jonah kept checking his rearview mirror the whole drive home, as if your building would still be there when he looked. He wasn't lying. He hated leaving you after the two of you had been so intimate with each other, but he had to see his dad. He admittedly needed to clean himself up first.

Pulling up at home, Jonah didn't see his father's car yet, but he ran inside. He headed straight for his room to shower and brush his teeth. Jonah didn't even want to kiss his mother on the cheek with the dirty mouth he'd used for other things tonight. Stepping out smelling fresh, Jonah quickly pulled a t shirt and shorts on. There was a knock at his door.

"Come in," he called out.

Jonah's mom entered the room, still in her scrubs.

"There you are, darling. Where have you been?"

Jonah smiled, coming to hug his mother.

"I was with a friend, mum. When is dad getting in?"

She hugged him back.

"Any minute now."

She pulled back, examining Jonah at arms length.

"My, you look happy. What kind of friend did you say you were with?"

"My new girlfriend, I hope," Jonah answered honestly.

His mother smiled.

"Well, you'll have to bring her over to meet us."

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amaretigris · 2 months ago

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An Ancient Attraction

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Ch. 11 | 2.2k words | Angst & fluff

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Vanessa tapped her manicured nails on the table. She looked around the library, again, hitting the lock button on her phone to check the time. 8:13 a.m. Jonah was late. She'd hardly expected him to be on time, but she was getting pissed off. At this rate, she should've just texted Dustin.

The sound of the front door swinging open caught her attention. Jonah strolled in wearing a plain t shirt and dark jeans. He had his backpack on and his hands shoved in his pockets. He perused the first floor of the library until his eyes settled on Vanessa. He sighed, and approached the table she was occupying. He stopped on the other side of it, not bothering to sit down, but placing his knuckles from his left hand on the table.

"Well? Why am I here this early?"

Vanessa tsked.

"You weren't even here on time," she rolled her eyes.

Jonah's face was blank.

"Spit it out."

"You should sit down," Vanessa urged.

She kicked the chair across from her so that it stuck out from under the table a bit.

"No," Jonah answered.

"Sit down," she repeated. "I have something to show you."

Jonah rolled his eyes this time.

"Vanessa, I'm not looking at any pictures of you."

Vanessa scoffed. She was actually getting angry now.

"Just sit down," she spoke through clenched teeth.

Jonah sighed, yanking the chair back. He sat with both his palms laid flat on the table. Not wasting any time, Vanessa pulled up the Instagram photo that she'd screenshotted last night. She turned her phone to Jonah.

"This is a picture of my friend, Kate."

Jonah squinted his eyes.

"Okay?"

Vanessa turned her phone back around, zooming in on the corner of the picture.

"Do you see this?"

She showed Jonah the incriminating evidence. His eyes blew wide when he realized what it was.

"Yeah," Vanessa started. "Kate took these in the courtyard yesterday. It seems like you had a visitor," she poked.

Jonah licked his lips.

"It was an accident. We ran into each other. I mean we go to the same fucking university. It was bound to happen at some point," he tried to explain.

Vanessa coyly nodded.

"Mhmm. When I found this picture last night, I almost sent it to Dustin. But then I thought about what this picture might mean to you; what protecting her means to you."

She paused for dramatic effect. Jonah tried to gulp down his anxiety.

"So, my question for you is, what exactly would you be willing to do for this picture? If I send this to Dustin, it's all over. All of your heartbreak and suffering will have been for nothing."

"What do you want?" Jonah was growing impatient with her.

Vanessa wore a devilish smirk.

"I want you to sleep with me," she deadpanned.

Jonah's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"What the fuck?"

"You heard me," she spoke over him. "I figure that one night with yours truly will cure your infatuation with that gold digger."

Jonah sat back in his chair, thrumming his fingers on the table. The gears of his brain were turning. He watched Vanessa set her phone down. There's no way in hell that he would ever consider sleeping with her, but if he doesn't figure something out, she'll send that picture to Dustin, and everything will be ruined.

"Come on, Jonah. Your feelings for her have to be fading by now," Vanessa leaned forward, trying to push up her cleavage. Jonah simply scrunched his nose in disgust.

"If you do this, I can promise you that you won't be worried about her anymore."

Jonah tried to look anywhere else but at her.

"Come on. I could be anyone you want for the night. I could even be her for you if that's still what you want."

Jonah's gaze snapped back to Vanessa. He slapped his palms back on the tabletop, and aggressively leaned forward. She actually sunk back.

"Let's get one fucking thing straight," he pressed his index finger down on the surface. Steam was practically blowing out of his ears. He snarled. "You are not her. You never fucking will be."

Jonah's eyes registered her wide ones. She was watching him intently. He stood from his chair, kicking it back so hard that it hit the floor. Vanessa was still too shocked to speak as she observed him storming out of the library. Outside, Jonah flew down the steps. He let the phone slip out of his palm, and threw it on the concrete. He slammed his foot down for good measure, and bent down to pick up the cracked and busted cell. He threw it into the courtyard fountain as he passed it.

Jonah may have been able to swipe Vanessa's phone while she was so focused on his face, but she would realize it soon if she hadn't already. He had to get to you as quickly as possible before shit hit the fan. Running the rest of the way to the parking lot, Jonah hopped in his car to speed to your apartment.

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Jonah parked outside your building, and nervously glanced to your door. What exactly would he say to you?

"Hey, sorry that I just ruined your life, but will you still love me?"

Slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, Jonah let out a good yell before he climbed out of his car. He was so angry at the situation and himself. Wiping his nose as he ran up the steps to get to your front door, Jonah tried to steady his breath before knocking. He didn't want to pound on your door and make you think that Dustin was here. He still knocked a little harder than intended, but adrenaline was currently pumping through his veins. After a few seconds, he heard the chain and locks being undone. You cracked the door open.

"Jonah?"

Your brow was pinched, and Jonah felt his hand twitch at his side. He had to resist the urge to smooth it down. What was his plan now? He's been giving you the cold shoulder for a month. You weren't just going to invite him in. At his silence, you spoke again.

"Jonah? What's going on?"

Jonah's tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"(Y/N), please. I know that you have no reason to believe me, or even talk to me right now, but I need you to let me in," he begged.

You studied his face momentarily, but, surprisingly, opened the door wider for him to come in. Jonah was shocked that you'd given in so easily. His foot hesitated before it crossed your threshold - like he wasn't welcome, even though you'd invited him in. He shook his head, and stepped in. He needed to tell you everything. It was now or never. Watching you shut the door behind him and secure it, Jonah's senses were assaulted with the smell of you again. The smell that he'd so desperately clung to on his clothes. You turned from your door with your arms crossed. You stretched one out towards your table in the dining area.

"You can sit down."

Jonah nodded. Why was he breathing so hard? You slid into the chair across from him. You inhaled a shaky breath, looking down at your trembling fingers. Your mind had been reeling since you saw Jonah through your peephole. You were partially relieved that he was here, but given the circumstances, you were afraid something was terribly wrong. You brought your hands up on the table, and cleared your throat.

"Um," you looked up to meet Jonah's intense gaze that was about to bore into you. Your eyes darted away for a second. "Would you like some water?"

Jonah shook his head.

"No, thank you."

He breathed a sigh.

"(Y/N)," he studied your eyes. "I haven't been honest with you about our situation. I..."

Jonah faltered for a second. He tried to gulp down the tightness in his throat.

"I still want to be with you. I never wanted to stop," he admitted.

Jonah saw your eyes pull away to search his face, but then return to his. You showed him no other reaction.

"The reason that I cut things off with you is because Dustin and Vanessa got to me. They....they threatened to get you blacklisted from UCL."

"How?" You obviously already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it.

"By sending pictures of you to an administrator there," Jonah started. "Explicit pictures."

Your heart sped up even though you expected his answer. You examined his pretty face. God, you'd missed it. At this point, you might even be willing to give up UCL for him. It would suck, but you could make it work. You'd practically do anything to have him back by your side. Jonah's worried face made you refocus.

"I know about the pictures, Jonah," you confessed.

His eyes blew wide.

"Wh-what? How?"

You swallowed, and licked your lips in anticipation.

"If I tell you, you can't be mad."

Jonah set his mouth into a straight line. He nodded.

"Okay."

"Your mother found out about Dustin and Vanessa's scheme. She asked me to meet with her at the museum, and she told me about the photos."

You gave him a second to let the information settle. His eyes danced around you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You clenched your fists. Tears unexpectedly sprang to your eyes.

Jonah's forehead lifted at the sight of you getting upset. He reached forward, experimentally touching your hands on the table. You let him.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I was trying to protect you."

Jonah felt himself getting choked up.

"This last month has been hell for me. I've barely been able to eat or sleep."

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut. A single tear rolled down your cheek. You took a labored breath, bringing your hands up to frame your face.

"You know, if you'd told me, we could've figured something out. Instead, we've both been miserable for a month."

Jonah's pulse picked up speed at your words.

"I know," he reached to pull your hands blocking your eyes from him down in his. "I know. I should've done so many things differently. I fucked up. I know that now. I..."

He trailed off, taking a quivering breath.

"I just hope that you can forgive me."

You blinked through the tears, shaking your head. Jonah's heart sank.

"I never want to be without you again, Jonah."

A sigh of relief wrung out from his lungs. He had to hold you. Urgently pushing himself up and out of the chair, he came to your side of the table. You looked up at him, and slowly stood. The moment you were at full height, Jonah clutched you to his chest. He let his head fall into your neck. He cried real, heavy tears then. He'd been so lost without you.

Hearing him start to sob made you cry with him. You held him as tightly as you could. When your knees started to feel the pressure of his weight, you delicately led him to your couch. Jonah stayed wrapped up in you the whole way, feeling the two of you fall down on the couch. He pulled his face back. Seeing his beautiful blue eyes red and irritated made your heart twist in your chest. You brought your hands up to his cheeks.

"Jonah," you cooed. "It's okay. You're here, now. It's okay," you reassured him.

You leaned forward, tasting his lips. They were slightly salty. You pressed your forehead to his, urging him to take deep breaths by doing it yourself. When his breathing finally calmed, Jonah found himself chasing your lips again. The two of you kissed, over and over, like you couldn't get enough of each other. You didn't want it to end, but you knew it had to. You pulled back, licking your swollen lips.

"What do we have to do?"

It took a second for Jonah to remember the urgency of the situation. You'd clouded his mind and his vision with your sweet touch.

"Vanessa saw a friend's Instagram picture with us in the courtyard in the background. She was going to send it to Dustin unless I did something for her."

You inhaled a sharp breath.

"And?"

"I went off on her, and I was able to swipe her phone. I destroyed it, and threw it in the campus fountain for good measure," Jonah recalled.

You nodded.

"But it won't be long until she finds a way to contact Dustin if she hasn't already," he continued.

You nodded again. You had to think. You could call Deb's office, and see what the progress was on hacking Dustin's iCloud. Before you did that though, it was your turn to tell Jonah the truth.

"Hey," you spoke before he pulled away from you. You settled your hand back on his cheek. "I want you to know that whatever happens, you're all I need."

Jonah's pupils dilated slightly.

"I'd rather lose UCL than lose you again," your eyes dipped back down to his lips.

Jonah responded with another passionate kiss. Although you wanted to lose yourself in the moment, the two of you had to save it for later.

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amaretigris · 3 months ago

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Getaway

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Ch. 3 | 2.3k words | Fluff & smut suggestion

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Eric's tan fingers splayed across your pale skin. The contrast of his calloused touch to your smooth one was not lost on him. A symphony of angelic chants and pure bliss occupied every particle of the air surrounding him. Pleasure overtook all of his nerve endings. Your face, twisted in ecstacy, filled his vision. Eric felt himself reaching a crescendo, but he was suddenly jostled back to consciousness.

"Eric," you shook him.

He peeled his eyes open to the sunshine beaming in through the windows of your room. Your head was leaned over him.

"Eric, wake up. Are you okay? You were breathing really heavily. I thought you might be having a nightmare."

It took a moment for Eric to remember where he was, and what he was just dreaming about. His cheeks immediately tinted pink. The look of worry on your face didn't dissipate.

"I'm okay," he assured you. "It was a bit of a scary dream, but it's over now," he tried to smile to sell his lie.

Your features eased, and Eric was relieved that you didn't ask him anything more specific about it. You put your fingers to his forehead.

"You do feel a bit warm," you mentioned. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Of course. I'm fine," he confirmed again.

Eric grasped the backs of your arms. He had to change the subject.

"How are you? Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, and a small smile graced your lips. Eric's eyes gravitated to it.

"I did, actually. That's the best I've rested in a while."

Eric rubbed his hands up and down your arms.

"Good. When do you want to leave today?"

Your mouth fell open.

"I get to decide?"

Eric chuckled.

"Yes. We'll leave whenever you're ready."

"Hmm," your eyes lifted, and you put a finger to your chin in thought.

"Can we leave sometime this afternoon? I only have to run by my landlady's house and the tailor shop to close my tab."

"Sounds good to me," Eric moved to sit up in the bed.

You backed up and gave him some space. He sighed.

"I have to go help my crew with some minor ship repairs anyway."

You grimaced.

"I am really sorry about that. I didn't think that Max would do something that extreme."

"Hey," Eric lifted his hand to delicately cup your cheek.

"It's not your fault. You don't have to apologize for him anymore."

Eric brought his lips to your forehead. It was the most intimate thing the two of you had done to date. You held your breath, concentrating on the feel of his lips. The image of your face as he'd seen it in his dream reoccurred in Eric's mind, and he pulled away from you out of embarrassment. You looked puzzled as to why he withdrew so quickly. Eric cleared his throat as he felt the color returning to his cheeks. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, and pushed himself to stand.

"Well, I should be off to go help my men. Uh," he turned his head back to you, but couldn't maintain eye contact.

"Just come to the port when you're ready. We'll be there."

You slowly nodded, still examining him curiously. Eric slipped his boots back on, and after another awkward pause, walked out the door.

Eric chided himself the whole trip back to port. Why did he have such a vivid dream of you? He'd never been intimate with anyone before, and yet he could see it so clearly. He'd almost needed to push something down in his cotton pants. How could he be so indecent? This isn't the way a prince is supposed to behave, or think for that matter.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Waving goodbye to the local tailor, the one person that you might actually miss on this island, you clenched your teeth in excitement. You couldn't believe that this was finally happening. You would finally be free of this desolate place. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of your new life. A new life with Eric. It would be wonderful, and full of adventure, wouldn't it? He'd acted a little strange this morning, but you chalked it up to jitters, or perhaps even your bed head.

You found yourself desperately wanting a future with Eric - whatever that may entail. Even if he and his crew turned out to be pirates, you don't think you'd mind. Or even if you had to scrape by. You were willing to follow him as long as he stayed true to his word. You can handle a lot, but if you're unable to trust or feel safe with someone, then you would rather jump ship. You knew you should've done it long ago with Max. It was only because of your history that you'd stayed. Trekking down the winding path to port, and towards your future, you felt incredibly hopeful about this new opportunity at life.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Eric's brow dripped with sweat by the time that he and his men finished reinforcing the bottom of the charred deck. He walked up top to examine their handiwork. It wasn't the prettiest, but it would do its job. Wiping his sweat on his sleeve and clapping a couple of his crewmen on the back, Eric lifted his head to see you approaching the ship. Your contorted face flashed through his mind once more, but he shook the image out of his head. He had to get a grip, and be respectful. Meeting you at the bottom of the ramp, Eric smiled warmly at how beautiful you looked in your light blue dress.

"You made it."

"I did, finally," you smiled back, squinting an eye because of the sun.

"Were you working hard?"

Eric took your bag from you, and extended his arm for you to walk with him up the ramp. He ascended it beside you.

"Ah, nothing too bad," he waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I'll get myself cleaned up. Did everything go okay in town? It's all settled?"

You nodded.

"Yes, everything is settled. Thank you for giving me a little extra time."

"Of course," Eric answered as the two of you reached the deck.

Eric stepped on it first, then taking your hand to help you over the lip of the ship. You lifted one side of your dress to step up and over.

"Well, this is it," Eric looked around.

He hoped that you liked it. This is, by far, his favorite ship in the Sardinian fleet. The Cassiopeia may be the fastest ship they have, but it's not the most regal one by any stretch of the imagination. Eric watched your face with baited breath. You examined the white oak deck and ran your hand along the cedar trim. The different tones of wood gave the ship an elegant look. You could see the burnt boards from the fire, but other than that, it appeared to be flawless. You turned to Eric in excitement.

"It's beautiful," you clasped your hands together in front of you. "It's even better than what I imagined a ship would look like. What's the name of it?"

Eric paused to simply look at you and your flushed cheeks before he answered.

"The Cassiopeia. It's-"

"Like the constellation?!" You couldn't help but interrupt.

Eric's grin almost hurt his cheeks.

"Yes," he let out a laugh. "How did you know?"

You shrugged, turning to see the upper deck and bow.

"When I was young, before my parents passed, my dad would read to me about the stars. We would look at pictures of all the constellations."

Eric's heart sank.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he licked his lips. "I know it must be hard, but I'm glad that you have that beautiful memory of your time with your father."

You faced Eric once more.

"It's okay. He taught me a lot. He was incredibly intelligent," the corner of your lips lifted in remembrance.

"My birth parents died when I was a baby. I suppose it is easier because I can't remember them," Eric shared. "If my adoptive mother and father hadn't saved me, I wouldn't even be here today."

You stepped closer to him. You lifted your hand to put on his arm.

"I'm sorry that you went through that, too," you ducked your head. "At least we found each other," you shyly spoke.

Eric hooked his finger under your chin to lift it. His icy blue eyes connected with yours.

"You're right. At least we have each other now," he reiterated.

Eric's gaze flicked down to your mouth. Your breath halted, and he slowly brought his thumb up to rub it across your bottom lip. Were your eyes playing tricks on you, or was he actually getting closer? Feeling your heartbeat quicken, you couldn't believe this was happening.

"Eric!"

Grimsby's voice sliced through the anticipation. Eric stilled. He frowned, and dropped his hand as the man approached the two of you. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to spill from your lips.

"Oh, this must be Miss (Y/N). Lovely to meet you, ma'am. My name is Grimsby," he bowed.

He was seemingly oblivious to the scene that he'd just interrupted. You forced a polite smile along with a nod.

"Hello, Grimsby. It's lovely to meet you as well."

Grimsby was all smiles looking between you and Eric.

"Has Eric, by chance, told you where we're headed?"

You turned your head to glance at Eric's profile.

"No, I hadn't told her just yet, Grims. She just arrived and was looking around," he told him before he returned his attention to you.

"We're going to France. Would you like that, (Y/N)?"

You brought your hands up to clap in exhilaration.

"Yes! Are you kidding? I've always wanted to go to France!"

Eric's smile settled back on his lips.

"Well, then, it's settled. We're leaving for France," he nodded matter-of-factly.

You were practically bounding with elation. You were so excited to be traveling with Eric and his crew, but you were nearly as excited about that almost kiss. Your heart fluttered in your chest. This would be good for you. You could feel it. You watched as Eric hesitantly reached his arm around to encircle your waist. You felt your cheeks warm.

"Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying."

Grimsby noticed the pointed look from Eric, and determined that it was best if he stayed put. Leading you up the stairs and to the captain's quarters, Eric let go of your waist to open the door.

"You'll be in here," Eric let you step inside.

You found a decently sized space complete with a large four poster bed and tied back curtains. At the end of the bed sat a chest with books stacked atop it. There was one full bookcase to the left of the bed. There was also a table pushed against the wall opposite the bed so that it sat under the windows. There were two chairs, and another pile of books on the table. You smiled.

"These aren't the captain's quarters, are they?"

Eric's set your bag down at the foot of the bed. He turned to look back at you.

"Of course they are," he smiled.

"I figured you should have the best room here."

You tried to resist your mouth twisting in a smirk.

"Won't that put you out of a room?"

Eric sighed with his hands on his hips.

"Yes, well, the first mate's quarters are almost as nice. Grimsby has agreed to let me bunk with him."

You stifled a laugh.

"I'm sorry that you're forced to have sleepovers because of me."

Eric smile turned playful.

"That's quite alright. Hopefully Grimsby will let me read to him," he joked.

You let out a light chuckle, and looked down at your hands.

"I'd like it if you read to me," you admitted, twisting your fingers. "I can read to you, too, sometimes."

When your eyes found his again, Eric's features were set back into that unreadable expression. You saw his Adam's apple bob with a swallow.

"Yes, well, I'll let you get settled. There's a small closet on the other side of the bed here. Put your things wherever you like. If you want to sleep or relax, we'll be out on the deck. You can come out to join us whenever you want."

He moved to step past you and leave the room.

"Thank you," you spoke before it was too late.

Eric's head turned to the side over his shoulder.

"You're welcome," he answered.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Out on the deck, Eric joined his men, and grabbed a pint. Grimsby followed him with his eyes until he came to sit on the crate beside him.

"You know that we'll be passing home on the way to France?"

Eric took a sip of the brew, licked his lips, and nodded his head.

"I know."

"You still haven't told her?" Grimsby continued, scrutinizing the prince.

Eric sighed, looking out to the waves on the ocean. The Cassiopeia had taken off from port a while ago. Though it wasn't dark yet, the sky was getting duller.

"No, I haven't. I want to be normal around her. I want to see what life can be like with someone that you care about. I'm afraid that when she finds out, she'll resent me for lying," he admitted.

"I just want some time with her, Grims. I need some time."

Grimsby nodded, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.

"Alright. I understand."

Eric took another swig of his ale, and the two men sat in comfortable silence.

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amaretigris · 2 months ago

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Getaway

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𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Ch. 5 | 2.6k words | Fluff & smut suggestion

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Eric had led you into the fancier part of the coastal town. The market stalls on this side of the city held more expensive merchandise. Your eyes soaked in all of the beautiful colors of exquisite robes and sashes, and your nose greedily inhaled the extravagant fragrances. You'd never known this kind of luxury in your life. It must be nice.

When you happened upon the window of the storefront of a gown shop, you gasped at what was perhaps the prettiest dress you'd laid eyes on in your life. The fabric itself was a soft purple hue with pink, blue, and golden accents. You practically pressed your face to the glass in admiration. Eric was trailing behind you when he caught sight of you in your daze. He smiled softly to himself, coming up beside you. He hesitantly looped his arm around your waist, ducking his head beside yours.

"What's caught your undivided attention?" He wondered aloud.

He followed your line of sight, and that's when Eric saw it. It was a beautiful gown, and you were completely awestruck. His heart swelled looking between the dress and you.

"Do you want to go in and try it on?" Eric urged.

You turned to him flabbergasted.

"No way. I could never afford something that elegant," you let out a resigned sigh. "Oh well," you shrugged, turning to continue down the path. You could at least look forward to dreaming of the dress for the foreseeable future.

Eric caught your hand, essentially holding you back. You cast a glance down, and then back to his face curiously.

"Please, go try it on. For me," he added.

You blushed. You didn't know why he wanted you to try it on so badly if you had no chance of being able to purchase it, but you pushed down the nerves in your stomach. Playing dress up with Eric wouldn't be the worst way to spend an afternoon.

After you agreed, Eric excitedly pulled you into the store. He left you to browse by the entrance while he went and asked the shop attendant to let you try on the dress you loved. You heard whispering and glanced over, but you couldn't actually make out what was said. All you saw was Eric pointing, and the attendant nodding with a smile. Eric was also all smiles as he came to retrieve you.

"Come," he gently grabbed your arm. "He's bringing the dress back for you."

You weren't sure what exactly was happening, but you didn't particularly mind it. You walked with Eric to the back of the shop that held partitions for changing. You gulped. They covered mostly everything, but didn't go all the way to the floor or ceiling. You'd be somewhat self conscious knowing that Eric could partially see you moving around while undressed.

"Oh, there she is," the old man from behind the counter greeted warmly. He was holding the lilac gown in his arms.

"Here you go, miss. Please let me know if you need anything else at all."

With that, he handed you the dress, and took his leave. You gave Eric a bewildered look with it in your arms.

"He just left me with something this expensive?" You asked in disbelief.

Eric held a smug smile, but shrugged.

"I guess he trusts you," was his only acknowledgement. "I can't wait to see you in it."

Your cheeks warmed at his words. You nodded and ducked your head, turning to go behind the partition. Eric folded his hands behind his back, letting his eyes wander around the rest of the store while he waited. He was eyeing a nice suit when he heard the fabric of the dress you were wearing today land on the floor. His eyebrows shot up, and he turned away at the sight of the lower half of your bare legs.

Eric was still struggling with the intensity of his dreams. He had to keep better control of his reactions to you. Although he was putting up a valiant effort, he couldn't help but feel that he naturally gravitated towards your touch. He scrubbed his hand across the back of his neck as he pondered what exactly it would entail to stop these filthy thoughts of you. He suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder.

"Eric," you breathed as he turned to take you in.

All of the breath suddenly vacated his lungs as if he'd been punched in the chest. You looked divine with the sparkling floral embellishments, and the light purple hue complimented your skin tone superbly. A light flush tinted your cheeks as Eric's eyes raked up and down your form. You waited with baited breath for his reaction.

"(Y/N)," he finally spoke. "You look bewitching in that gown."

Your smile stretched your facial muscles. You clasped your hands in front of you giddily.

"You really think so?"

Eric slowly nodded.

"Here, let me lead you to a mirror. You need to see how stunning you look."

Eric ushered you over to the corner with a mirror with his hands delicately placed on your shoulders. The short skin-to-skin contact left you craving more. When he got you in the spot he wanted, he leaned in. For a moment, your breath hitched in your throat. Eric wasn't about to kiss you, was he? You felt a pinch of disappointment when his hand simply brushed your hair off your neck.

"Beautiful," he voiced. "Ready to see?"

You nodded in reply, staring up into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Eric's hands softly guided you to turn, and you gasped at your reflection that came into view. Grabbing the skirt and stepping closer, you turned and examined the dress in the mirror from every angle. Never in your life had something looked this good on you. You had always thought of yourself as relatively plain, but this one article of clothing made you feel ethereal. After a few minutes of you reveling in shock and awe, Eric's handsome face appeared beside yours again.

"(Y/N)," he cooed. "I must admit that I've never encountered a woman as celestial as you in all my travels."

His fingers came up to lightly trace your arms. The sensation left you with goosebumps as you stood transfixed before the mirror in the quaint little shop. You gulped.

"Th...That can't be true," your voice trembled in your own ears.

Eric frowned.

"Of course it can. Do you see yourself? You are the most enchanting woman I've ever met," he whispered in your ear.

You turned your face toward him, craving his warmth and his touch. Eric didn't move back from you, but rather stayed in place. Your faces were millimeters away from each other and steadily closing in when the abrupt ring of the bell above the entrance startled you. Both of your heads whipped toward the sound, and spotted an elderly woman coming in to speak with the shop attendant behind the counter.

Listening to their friendly greetings, Eric stepped back from you. You immediately felt his absence, and turned away flustered.

"I'll go change out of this," you muttered weakly.

Eric felt guilt punch his gut at your interrupted moment, but he would be making it up to you once you found out what he'd done. A couple minutes later, you reemerged from the partition with the beautiful gown carefully laid out in your arms. Your eyes avoided Eric's, and you turned toward the desk to return it to the employee.

Your face was growing increasingly red as you approached the counter. How many times were you going to make yourself look foolish in front of this man? He was obviously avoiding any intimacy with you. You cleared your throat as you delicately set the dress on the countertop. You were about to turn away when the man behind it addressed you again.

"Was everything alright with the gown, miss?"

You were about to answer when Eric interjected from behind you.

"Yes, it's splendid. Could you wrap it up for us please, Mort?"

The man with the mustache nodded his head.

"Of course, sir."

He carefully folded the fabric up, wrapping it in brown paper and string. You turned to Eric with confusion evident on your face once again. You had only opened your mouth when Eric answered your question.

"The dress is yours. I knew you'd look wonderful in it."

You opened and closed your mouth several times.

"What? Eric, that's too much," you shook your head.

Eric gently grabbed your arms, leveling you with his gaze.

"No, it's not. It's perfect for the occasion tomorrow, in fact."

"Wh- What occasion?" You stuttered.

"We're going to a ball," Eric supplied.

You registered his words with slight panic. Your face had to be reminiscent of a tomato by the time Mort handed Eric the parcel. The two of you walked back out onto the sidewalk. Eric's hand came up to clasp yours. This was becoming a habit. You turned to him, but didn't meet his eyes.

"Are you alright? You seem worried," he observed.

You inhaled a deep breath.

"I am worried. I feel like I've been terribly imposing thus far on this trip. And I've hardly been able to be around you without making myself look foolish, even in normal settings. I can't imagine what will happen at a ball," you started.

Eric's finger hooked under your chin at that. Your gaze reluctantly lifted to his.

"You have been no imposition at all. You mustn't think like that anymore. If I didn't have the means, I wouldn't be so giving. As for the second part, you've only reaffirmed my decision to invite you on this journey. Please don't think of yourself as foolish."

Eric's thumb brushed along the edge of your lower lip. Your breath caught in your throat.

"I've found it hard to mind my manners around you, myself," he breathlessly admitted.

Your eyes shifted from his down to his lips.

"Why must you mind your manners?"

Eric hesitated.

"It's what a proper...gentleman would do."

You creased your brow curiously at his pause, and the fact that you weren't quite sure you wanted him to be a gentleman. Get ahold of yourself. Recentering your thoughts, you took the easy way out, and changed the subject.

"What kind of ball is it?"

Eric released a small breath of a laugh, and his thumb that had been outlining your lip dropped from your chin.

"It's a masquerade ball," he smiled softly.

Your face conveyed your excitement.

"How did you manage that?!"

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

The sight of you in a lilac corset perched on the bed as he approached it made Eric's throat go dry. Your back was facing him, and his eyes traveled up the laces of your garment. You were absentmindedly brushing your hair, watching your reflection in a nearby mirror. Your (h/c) locks flowed over your shoulders, and Eric caught the heady scent as he grew closer. Gently sliding his hands up the smooth skin of your spine and neck, he came to stand before you. You dropped the brush, keeping your eyes pinned on him.

You simply waited, not moving a muscle until he did. Eric's hand came up to brush your hair away from your collarbone like he'd done in the shop. You shivered, but showed no other reaction. The look in your eyes was playful, almost goading. Before he lost his nerve, Eric leaned forward, experimentally bringing his lips to your neck.

The sound he was rewarded with was enough encouragement for him to continue. His lips grew bolder in their quest, licking and suckling their way down. Your arm folded around his head, and pulled him closer. The breathy moans you released stirred a fire in him that had never been awoken before. Soon, Eric was settling his knee on the mattress, guiding you to lay down. His kisses worked their way up your jaw until he finally brought them to your delicate lip-

"Eric!" Loud knocking on his door startled him awake. He shot up in bed, taking in his surroundings. Right. He had gotten rooms at the local inn situated in town so that (Y/N) could sleep somewhere a little more luxurious than the ship. Of course he hadn't made any assumptions that they could share a room. That would be ludicro-

"Eric!" More pounding snapped his attention from his thoughts. Eric trudged out of bed, yanking his door open. A smiling Grimsby appeared on the other side. He took in Eric's disheveled hair and crinkled cotton shirt and pants. He then cast his eyes behind him at the empty bed. Ah, he had slept alone.

"What on earth is so important, Grims? It's only-"

"Nine o'clock in the morning, sir," Grimsby interrupted.

Eric rubbed his eyes. That couldn't be right. He hadn't slept this late in years. One glance to Grimsby's presented pocket watch confirmed it. Eric groaned.

"Is (Y/N) up yet?"

"I haven't a clue," Grimsby looked quite amused. "I only came to your room to deliver the formal invitations from the Governor of Marseille for the ball tonight."

The man extended the invitations to Eric. They came in scented envelopes with calligraphic writing. Eric took them from his hand and examined them.

"Wonderful. Thanks, Grims."

When the man stayed standing at his doorway, Eric looked up inquisitively.

"Have you found a suit to wear for the ball, sir?" Grimsby voiced.

Eric grimaced, scrubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Ah, not yet."

"Shall I run into town and fetch one? I know your measurements by now," the man smiled.

Eric nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

"Of course, sir. I'll pick a dashing one as well." Grimsby nodded, taking his leave.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy seeing this side of Eric- young and in love. He'd watched him grow from a small boy to a young man in his time as Ambassador to the Queen, and watching Eric's life flourish was rewarding for him in many ways.

"Oh, and Grims?" Eric shouted after him.

The man turned to listen to his request.

"Please pick up masks as well."

Grimsby nodded again, heading into town with a mission in mind.

Eric stared after him, running a hand through his hair. He needs to check on (Y/N) and see if she's awake. She probably is by now. The imagery of your smooth and supple skin flashed through Eric's mind before he shook his head and practically slammed his door. He couldn't believe the intensity of the dreams he'd been having. At this rate, it was only a matter of time until he slipped up.

Eric cleaned himself up and brushed his hair before heading to your room. It was just around the corner from his. He hadn't wanted to force you to share a room with him, but he wouldn't have been comfortable if yours was too far from his. Straightening his shirt and passing a hand through his hair again, Eric lightly knocked on the door. He heard some scuffling in the room, and you came into view as the door opened. The mere sight of you left him breathless for a moment. Eric realized himself.

"Ah, good morning. I see that you're already dressed," Eric motioned to you with his hand.

No, stop that. Hands to yourself. He clutched his hands behind his back so he wouldn't do that again.

"I came to see if you'd accept an invitation to breakfast."

A bright smile emerged on your face. You were easy to please.

"Yes, of course! I can't wait to have a French breakfast." You beamed.

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