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sanji with a very flirtatious and physically affectionate reader đ€©
Flirt | Sanji x Reader
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader
Word Count: 800+ words
Genre: Fluffy drabble~! A little bit silly!
A/n: I originally wasn't sure if I could write this because I don't know how to flirt. So I wasn't sure how to write a flirty reader but this one came out by itself when I started writing. It's a silly little thing to be honest >///<. Thank you for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy this! <3
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Familiar hands wrapped around Sanji's midriff, catching him off guard. It wasn't enough to upset the pan he was cooking on, but the momentary fear of spilling the hot food on you by mistake made his heart jump.
"Saaanjiii," you mumbled into his back, and the chef had to stop himself from fainting at the way he could feel your chest touching his back, along with your lips mouthing words that were tickling him. "I'm hungryyy~!"
"R- Right away, (y/n)-chan!" Sanji stammered, dying internally from the adorable lisp in your voice from having just woken up. You did this every morning, waking up before the rest of the crew. You would slip into the kitchen unnoticed and hug him from behind. The first time it happened, he had nearly upended the egg mixture. Even though he wasn't as surprised anymore, it still drove him insane when your tiny, soft fingers would hold him gently, like he was fragile, but also firmly, like if given the choice, you would never let go.
"The smell of your food always wakes me up," you mumbled, rubbing your face into his back. The chef flushed at the action, beating down the urge to wrap you up in his arms. You were too adorable, and he wasn't sure if you knew how your actions affected him. "I'll freshen up, keep my plate ready?"
"Of course, my sweet," he managed out, telling himself to breathe through his nose. He felt you detach then watched you leave the room before he let his shoulders slump. You were not good for his heart, with your physically affectionate ways and sweet and sometimes suggestive words. But you always said them so innocently that he didn't think you were doing it on purpose.
When you came back, you were more awake and gave him a small squeeze on his hand as a thank you for the food. Sanji sat down opposite to you, watching you eat and talk, answering and giving his inputs wherever he could. Sometime in the middle of the conversation, your foot had swung over to his and it was now trailing up and down his leg in a ticklish way. Sanji saw your lips twitching at the end when he tried to remove his leg and oh.
You were totally doing it on purpose.
So he indulged you, not moving his leg and just letting you feel him upâ even though he was blushing hard by the time you were done eating. When you finally removed your leg to stand up, he let out a small sigh or relief and just watched you bounce up to the sink and place your plate. You washed your hands and took a towel to dry them, knowing that Sanji was watching you. With your hands finally dried, you made your way back to where he was sitting and this time, you decided that it was time to be obvious. Clearly, Sanji wasn't getting the hint.
"Back up a bit, Sanji," you tilted your head as you spoke. He didn't question it and immediately put some distance between the chair and the table, eyes still on you. Carefully, you manoeuvred into the gap and plopped down on his lap, startling the chef. Sanji automatically wrapped his arms around your waist so that you wouldn't fall and the pupils in his wide eyes dilated at the proximity.
"(Y-/n)-chan?" He stammered a bit breathlessly. You were in his lap, in his arms, smelling like your citrus soap and it was too much for him and his poor little heart. "W- What are you doing?"
You hummed, picking up his tie and pulling it a little; not enough to get him to move or even feel choked, but just enough for him to feel the pull. "I like it here."
"H- Huh?" Sanji couldn't believe his ears.
"I like you like this," you murmured, letting your right ear press up against his chest, curling up in his arms. "I love that you can flirt with all these girls but the moment I flirt back, you're redder than a tomato. I love how when I touch you, you go a little breathless and stammer unlike your usual cool self. I love that I have this effect on you, but Sanji."
The said man was stiff under you, not even breathing.
"You never get serious," you pouted, taking your head off his chest to look at him. Sanji looked like he was in hell and heaven at the same time. "Do you not like me like I like you?"
You tilted your head at the question and that was it. Blood spurted out of Sanji's nose and he fainted, head dropping back. You blinked for a second before realising what happened.
"Sanji? Sanji?! Oh my god, CHOPPER WAKE UP, SANJI ISN'T RESPONDING!!!"
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#one piece imagines#one piece#one piece fanfic#one piece x reader#vinsmoke sanji#vinsmoke sanji x reader#sanji x reader#op sanji#black leg sanji#fluff#drabble#just a short quick scene for y'all
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doctor, doctor, give me the news
(buddie) (1.4k words) (8x05 spec) y'all i think i kind of went off with this one
Tommy flinches. Itâs a quick, blink-and-youâll-miss-it thing that he quickly turns into a playful cringe, but for a second, it was real. It was real and Buck saw it and he doesnât know how to unsee it.
He pulls his phone out and opens the camera so he can see it for himself, and okay, yeah, itâs not great. But alsoâtheyâre both firefighters. Buckâs seen way worse than swollen, red skin, and heâs sure Tommy has too.
âAfraid of the curse now?â he asks lightly instead of voicing the thought.
âUm, yeah, I think youâve convinced me,â Tommy replies.
Buck squints at his own image. âWhat do you think it is?â
âOther than a curse?â Tommy asks.
Buck nods.
âHonestly, Evan, I have no idea. Maybe we should call in some back-up.â
âWhat?â Buck asks, brow furrowing. âLike some kind of curse breaker?â
Tommy snorts. âLike someone with a little more medical training,â he replies.
âOh, yeah thatâthatâs probably a good idea,â Buck says. He feels himself flush even redder.
âYou want me to call Hen? Or Chimney, maybe?â Tommy asks.
Buck shakes his head. âTheyâre taking the kids to a haunted hayride today. Iâll text Eddie.â
Tommyâs nose wrinkles a little, and Buck canât help but wonder which part of what he just said Tommy didnât like. He types out a quick message.
SOS. curse real. need paramedic diaz asap
Eddieâs reply is almost instantaneous and comes in three short messages.
not a paramedic
and curses arenât real
Iâm on my way
Buck looks up from his phone. âHeâll be here soon,â he says.
âThat was fast,â Tommy observes.
Buck shrugs. For a second he considers sending Eddie a selfie, something to prepare him for the not-so-pleasant sight of his face, but heâ
He kind of wants to see if Eddie flinches, too.
Eddieâs key turns in the lock and Tommy shoots Buck an odd look. Heâd try to parse it, but heâs really starting to feel how much his face hurts and he kind of just wants Eddie to hurry up and fix it. He stands and walks past the stairs in time to see him shut the door.
âOuch,â Eddie hisses as soon as he catches sight of whatever it is his face is doing now. Itâs not a flinch. If anything, he sways forward like he might at a scene. Assessing. Ready to jump in as soon as heâs formed a plan.
âYeah,â Buck says. âTold you Iâm cursed.â
Eddie lets out a light laugh. âMm, I think Iâm supposed to be the one making the diagnosis here,â he says.
He ushers Buck to the kitchen table, sets his med kit down, and pulls out a chair for him.
âGee,â Buck says, âA guy could get used to this kind of medical care.â
Eddie grins. âDoctor Diaz, at your service,â he says, holding out a hand for Buck to shake.
Buck huffs a soft laugh and takes it. âIâll be a good patient, I promise,â he says.
âDonât start lying to me now,â Eddie replies, eyes twinkling.
Across the table, Tommy chokes.
Buck drops Eddieâs hand and looks over at him. âYou okay?â he asks.
âMm,â Tommy hums. âJust uhâgot some spit down the wrong pipe.â
Buck frowns but doesnât push it any further. He looks back at Eddie and finds him rummaging through his kit with a pen light between his teeth. He makes a triumphant noise and turns to Buck.
âAlright, letâs see,â Eddie says softly.
He steps into the space between Buckâs legs, and Buckâs brain kind of justâfreezes.
âLook up for me?â Eddie prompts, and when Buck doesnâtâcanâtâimmediately comply, Eddie presses two fingers beneath his chin and guides it up until suddenly the only thing Buck can see are Eddieâs eyes. âThought you weâre going to be a good patient,â Eddie murmurs.
All at once, Buckâs brain unfreezes, skipping right past calm and into hyperdrive. Becauseâbecauseâheâs looking at Eddie and Eddieâs thumb is skating across the skin thatâs just beneath the worst of the swelling and Buck can feel it and surely Eddieâs touched his face before exceptâexceptâno, Buckâs pretty sure he hasnât but now that he has Buckâs never going to be able to forget the way it feels because he knows it should hurt, it should, but it doesnât and he kind of never wants Eddie to stop touching him and thatâsâthatâsâ
ââhurt?â Eddie asks, only Buck misses 90% of the question so instead of answering he hums vaguely and watches Eddieâs face twist in sympathy.
Eddie starts dabbing something on Buckâs face, hydrocortisone maybe, or triple anti-bioticâwhatever it is it feels cool and nice and as Eddie concentrates on his task he bites down on his lip and suddenly Buck canât look at anything else, canât look at the furrow in Eddieâs brow canât look at the ceiling canâtâ
âYou think heâll live?â Tommy asks dryly.
Buck feels like heâs been doused with cold water.
Eddieâs lips, those lips that he still canât bring himself to look away from, twitch into a small smile. âDepends,â he says. âHas anyone figured out how to break the curse?â
It punches a laugh out of Buckâs chest, the kind that comes out in a single syllable and with a rush of air. Eddie takes a step back and finally Buck feels like his brain is returning from the stratosphere, back to its baseline level of chaos.
âSoââ Buck tries, but it comes out rough. He clears his throat. âWhatâs uhâwhatâs the diagnosis.â
Eddie frowns. âHonestly? It kind of looks like spider bites.â
Tommyâs chair clatters back, and when Buck looks over heâs suddenly standing.
âBabe?â Buck asks, but it feels gummy and unfamiliar in his mouth.
âI, umânot a fan of spiders,â he squeaks.
Eddie blows out a soft breath that Buckâs pretty sure only he could recognize as laughter.
âYou donât have to stick around,â Buck says, and he swears he means stick around the loft, butâbutââIâm okay, Iâve got the second best doctor in Los Angeles looking after me.â
âSecond!â Eddie exclaims, mock affronted.
âHen,â Buck replies with a shrug.
Eddie heaves a dramatic sigh. âYouâre not wrong.â
Tommy looks between them, a deep furrow in his brow. âYeah,â he says. âIâll uhâIâll head out.â He backs toward the door, then pauses as he gets a hand on the knob. âSee you tomorrow?â he directs at Buck.
ââCourse,â Buck replies, and heâs pretty sure if Tommy had asked him that this morning his reply wouldâve sounded soft and sweet to his own ear, but now Buck doesnât hear much of anything at all.
Tommy nods once, and then heâs gone.
Buck looks back at Eddie, and god, he tries. He tries so hard not to notice the long line of Eddieâs legs where heâs leaning against the table, not quite sitting on it. He tries not to think about that soft curl, the one that makes an appearance more often than not these days, the one that rests against his forehead. He wantsâhe doesnâtâEddieâs notâ
Buck stands abruptly, except Eddie never did take more than a step back and now theyâre practically nose to nose and Buck isnât sure if heâs still breathing. Eddieâs head tips to the side and Buckâthereâs not a thing he can do to stop the freight train that is his imagination, and oh, he can see it. He can feel it.
All at once heâs sure that if Eddie Diaz were to lean in and kiss himâright now, or a year from now, or a decadeâif Eddie kissed him, Buck would be ruined in every sense of the word. Heâd never be able to kiss another person without seeing Eddie, feeling Eddie, tasting Eddie andâ
He wouldnât want to.
Buck takes a stumbling step back and knocks into his chair, making it clatter the same way Tommyâs had. And fuck, for a second he didnât evenâ
âBuck?â Eddie asks, all concern and kindness and wide brown eyes.
âFine!â Buck says. âIâm fine. Youâyou, uhâdo you wantââ Me? Us? Something terrifying and perfect and permanent and ââwater?â
Eddieâs brows knit together. âSure,â he says. âBut sit back down. Let me get it.â
âOkay,â Buck breathes. He sinks into his chair.
Eddie grabs two glasses out of his cabinet without even pausing to think and fills them with the Brita he already knew was in Buckâs fridge and snags a coaster that he bought before placing one of the glasses in front of Buck.
âSeriously,â he says, settling into the chair closest to him and leaning forward, âare you okay?â
âYeah,â Buck says, and heâs honest to god not even sure if heâs lying.
#911fic#911 fic#buddiefic#buddie fic#911#buddie#fic#911 spec#911 spoilers#abbie writes#this just like. fell out of my brain
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Since y'all seemed to like this I'll keep rambling on the subject, I can do this all day. Here are some of those examples where I think their friendship really shines through:
From Sanji's perspective, this guy just showed up outside his restaurant one day, dueled the legendary swordsman who slashed Don Krieg's fleet to pieces, willingly got cut almost in two, nearly bled to death, was tied up by his own crew and then captured by the Arlong pirates, still singlehandedly escaped and came back to join the fight and defeated one of Arlong's best fighters, then nearly bled to death again and woke up just in time to drink himself silly at the afterparty. I've heard people say they "match each other's freak" and that's the truth. Sanji watches this absolute wackadoodle of a man and knows he's found someone who matches his freak. From Zoro's point of view, some cook at a floating restaurant just fed all of their enemies out of principle before kicking their butts. How could he not respect that sort of unconditional adherence to a sense of honor and justice? Especially considering he himself experienced starvation not too long ago in Shells Town. Now this cook, the newest stray in Luffy's collection, immediately proves himself to be immensely capable both in the kitchen and on the battlefield, incurs injury to himself without complaint to protect these people he barely knows, and still is the only person to come sit by Zoro and check up on him. So Zoro knows that Sanji has a heart of pure gold, and I think that's a big part of why he gets frustrated when Sanji tries to cover it up with bravado and perviness.
This scene was really interesting to me because usually when someone demands that Zoro does something, he grouches and grumbles about it, so in this case it seems he just spontaneously started helping out himself. And if there was ever a man whose love language is acts of service, it's Roronoa Zoro. He seems to be more of a "companionable silence" kind of guy, while Sanji's a talker and will say anything to keep feeling connected. Now, I don't know if this is just a me thing, but I like to say my friends' names a lot, even just because the association with them brings me joy, but I rarely use the names of people I'm not close with except to refer to them in third person or to get their attention. In this scene, it seems to me that Sanji keeps repeating Zoro's name as a way to show he's thinking about him and appreciates him being there, though I might just be projecting.
Now, I know shippers go crazy over this one, but I think it's honestly really solid platonic evidence and I'll tell you why (not to dissuade shipping, I think you have to be friends before you can be more than friends so all of this can be fuel for the ship too if you want it to be). Firstly, they're comfortable enough to sleep this close together. Sanji's resting his sleepy head right on Zoro's shoulder (it should have been me, not him) and Zoro just lets him. Also note real quick, only a short distance away Luffy is using Usopp as a pillow, so they're all a cuddly cozy little family. When Zoro notices Sanji mistakenly trying to kiss him, he doesn't even move away, he just makes a face and waits for Sanji to wake up so he can make fun of him. Sanji, for his part, doesn't act embarrassed or disgusted that it turned out to be Zoro there, only playfully mad about his expression. They squabble for a few moments before Luffy pushes past them and they turn their attention to the next thing, argument forgotten, proving that neither was actually angry about anything and they were merely enjoying the opportunity to bicker.
This is from the hunting competition in Little Garden that I mentioned before. I just wanted to point out that both of them are grinning and clearly having a grand time.
(I love how Sanji's hands are just massive sometimes.) They have the entire forest clearing, and Sanji chooses to sit his little booty down right next to Zoro and toss his food at him. They're just like those kids in elementary who had beef over who has a more impressive Pokémon collection and would always sit next to each other at lunch to compare cards and play together at recess but claim they're archnemeses. And for as much as Sanji implied to Usopp (though oblivious) that the heart shaped vegetables were just for the ladies, he did choose to make it and serve it to the whole crew. Speaking of the ladies, Sanji is always adamant about protecting them, but he was perfectly fine with leaving Nami and Robin in Zoro's care, just as Zoro trusted Sanji to take care of Luffy and Usopp.
I also loved how Sanji packed Zoro a cute little lunchbox for exploring and he was NOT going to let no stupid south bird take it from him.
Alright that's all for today folks I gotta wake up in like 5 hours for work lol
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too slow
pairing: miguel o'hara x spider!fem!reader
warnings: angst heheh. spoilers! small scenes of somewhat explicit nsfw. mentions of death!
summary: the both of you would come back from this. you would...right?
word count: 4.9k
author's note: did i come out of hiatus just to post a angsty miguel fic? yes. you know i had to as y'alls fav angst queen
part 2
No matter how far you left that spider life behind, he somehow managed to pull you back in.
And god you tried so desperately to stay away. To refuse him.
Miguel OâHara just had a way with you. He always did.Â
Sometimes you wished you were stronger.
The moment you stepped into your apartment was when all of your senses struck your spine and made you freeze in your doorway.
No one else would have known to continue forward cautiously by leaping up to your ceiling and crawling the rest of the way into the apartment, high on alert. Then again, no one else was you. At least not in this universe.
Your spider senses got worse as you crawled toward your ajar bedroom door. When you were close enough, you dropped down as quietly as you could to the floor. One hand preparing a web to shoot and the other raising toward the door to push it further open.
Only you freeze all together.
A sharp tingle struck your back.
Behind you.
Of course, you were quick. Without turning toward the intruder entirely, you shot a web to grab a large vase sitting on a nearby table in the short hallway and swung it behind you. They dodged the vase just as fast and you instantly shot both of your webs toward the intruder. Only for them to be caught by them with both their hands.
âIâm disappointed, Domino.â
It was a mistake to let your guard down by only a little. It was a mistake to instantly recognize his voice.
âMiguelâAAARGH!â
A sudden yank from the webs caused you to fly forward until an iron grip wrapped around both your wrists. Until you were facing the scarlet and blue mask of the one Spider-Man you never expected to see again.
âToo slow.â Even with the mask, you could hear his smirk.
Now that you were aware of who you were dealing with, the tension in your muscles lessened. Just a little.
Some part of you wanted to say âYou shouldnât be hereâ but since you werenât in the mood for a long and exhausting spout with the man, you took the more easy and straightforward route of the conversation.
âWhy are you here, Miguel?â
His hold on your wrists loosened but he didnât let go right away. Which was to your dismay as you really didnât want to be this close to him. Not when you knew that both seeing him now and now having very little space between the both of you would compromise your senses, your steeled will.
And yet you didnât pull away.
You watched quietly as his mask disappeared, trying your very best not to get too drawn into his features like you used to. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through his dark locks, tugging on some of them like the old days.
Stop.
That was a long time ago.
And it should remain that way.
Unfortunately, Miguel didnât appear as strong or restrained. The way he hungrily looked at you wasnât missed but it certainly wasnât voiced. By either of them. That was something they wouldnât touch right now. Probably not ever.
When his forehead gently brushed against yours, when his scent overwhelmed your nostrils was when you forced yourself back on solid ground.
âMiguel.â
Eventually, he also had to pull himself together. Eventually, he dropped his hold on your wrists and walked around you, putting a good distance between the two of you. Warily and curiously, you watched his movements.
He gestured toward the shattered pieces of what once was the vase, âI bought you that, you know. That was rude.â
âSo is breaking into someoneâs apartment.â You retorted dryly.Â
Miguel suddenly took out a small object that shone in the gentle light of the sunset, âI still have a key.â
You huffed, âImma need that back.â You tried reaching for it, only for Miguel to quickly yank it out of your reach, the beginnings of a smirk forming on his face. Thatâs when you grew annoyed.Â
âI thought you were never gonna come back to this universe again. Remember? You went on a whole tangent about it.â
âMmm.â Was his response at first. You silently watched him tuck the extra key away into some invisible pocket in his suit. âThat was only after you said you were never coming back to the teamâ You tensed at this as the memories came trickling back. âOr coming back to meââ
âSo whatâs changed?â
Miguel frowned, âI need youââ
âNo.â
You reframed from smirking at the twitch in his jaw, at the way his trained mask momentarily slipped at your obvious stubbornness. You gestured in the direction of the front door, âIf thatâs all, the doorâs over thereââ
âItâs Electro.â That, of courseâhe knew it wouldâmade you stop. It was your turn for your mask to fall, just enough for Miguel to notice as well. The intenseness in his features softened, âItâs your brotherâŠhe somehow made it into another universeââ
âWhen do we leave?â Miguel had the audacity to look surprised. You glared, âIâm not doing this for you, OâHara. Itâs like you said, heâs my brother. After that, Iâm done for good, you hear me?â
With that, he schooled his face back to a controlled mask. One that meant business.
âWhatever you say, Domino.â
You wince and send him another glare before stalking toward your bedroom to change.
Ever since he started calling you that name, Domino, youâve hated it. It originated from a mission gone badâmostly for youâand he hadnât stopped calling you Domino since. It was mostly because you had been knocked down into a bunch of trash cans that happened to be in a long line.Â
Hobie said you tumbled like a stack of dominos. Miguel never let that moment go.
Fuck him.
Yet despite your hatred for it, you never discouraged it. You just liked the way he said it. You liked the way his voice softened wheneverâ
No. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck. Him.
After this you wouldnât ever have to see him again. You wouldnât ever have to be wrapped up in his shadows, in his overwhelming way of showingâŠ
Fuck him.
It was odd being back in your old suit. Frankly, it felt dated as you swung around in it. There was an itching part of you that wanted to update it, get new designs, and test them out of your suit. Self-restraint was a challenge during that mission. Especially around Miguel.
Thankfully, Jessica and Hobie showed up so it wasnât just you and Miguel facing Electroâor in other words your estranged brother. It was already enough having to face family drama, but then you add a frustratingly unlabeled drama that kept interfering with your focus.
âStay on your side, OâHara!â You snapped when you dodged an electric zap sent your way.
âDonât be a child!â Miguel shot back.
âIâm not! We agreed Hobie and Iâd take left and you and Drew would take right! You are not holding your end of the agreement!â You landed on a nearby pylon. âWhich is no surprise!â
Another blast came from Electro, this time aimed at Miguel and Hobie. Hobie was able to swing out of the way and land on the same tower with you while Miguel landed on the other side, âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean!?â
âShe means youâre an asshole, bud.â Hobie added.
âNobody asked you!â
âHey!â Jessica shouted from below, steering her motorcycle toward Electro, âLess fighting like children and more getting this guy before he causes the entire city to go dark!â
The fight hadnât gone on for long. Eventually, you were able to confront your brother up close despite Miguelâs protests against it. Yet you were the one that knew your brother the best, who was he or anyone else to tell you what to do when it came to him? Certainly not, Miguel. Leader of a secret society or not, this was your turf. He asked you here and you would complete the job the way you knew how.
There was a point where you managed to get Electro at a somewhat calm and the thrilled part of you was ready to prove Miguel right. But unfortunately, family bonds wouldnât save you in this situation. It wouldnât tie anything up in the neat bow you were expecting.
The blast nearly threw you entirely off the building if not for a bunch of webs catching you in mid air and bringing you back up. Miguel and Hobie managed to subdue Electro thanks to your unintentional distraction while Jessica was the one to pull you back to your feet.
âDamn, babes, that was a close one.â She gave an amused smirk. âJust how long have you been out of the game?â
âShut up, Drew.â You grumbled despite the other womanâs grin.
Coming back to HQ was the very last thing you wanted to do. But you wanted to make sure your brother was properly dealt with. Even if that meant dealing with Miguelâs bullshit along the way.
As you entered the computer room, Miguelâs mask came off, âWhat the hell was that back there?â
âDomino doing Domino things.â You mutter dryly.
âYeah you are.â Hobie held up his hand for a high five, which you reluctantly gave.
Miguel sent him a scathing scowl before turning back to you, âYou think this is funny? You couldâve gotten yourself killed back there!â
âI had it handled.â You gritted out, removing your own mask. âHe didnât need everyone coming at him all at once. If you had given me a few more minutes with himââ
âBut we didnât have a few minutes, did we?â Miguel snapped quickly.
âNo, of course not.â You crossed your arms, ignoring how he stood taller than you. Ignoring how he wouldâve appeared menacing if not for your pissed off mood. âBecause everything has to go OâHaraâs way, right? Fuck everybody else.â
Hobie smirked from the side of the room, his mask also removed, âI missed her. âow come sheâs not around often, Bossman?ïżœïżœïżœÂ
Miguelâs jaw twitched dangerously because they all knew Hobie never referred to him as âBossmanâ unless to piss him off. because he knew that Hobie didnât respect him as much, and didn't care for him as a leader. Bossman was just Hobie being a little shit, in Miguelâs words at least.
âIt was fucking reckless.â Miguel seethed. âAnd as usual, youâre too immature to even realize what you did. What couldâve happenedââ
âYou brought me here!â You snapped back, as venomous as his fangs. âIf you donât like my way then you shouldâve left me the fuck alone!â
âGuys, come on.â Jessica sighed, already used to the both of you like this.
Miguel was fuming and trying so desperately to hide the fact that you easily worked him up this way. And him failing at hiding it only made him pissed off even more.Â
He hissed, turning his back to you.âI was being considerate. For your sake. It was your brother after allâŠIt was a mistake bringing you in. I shouldâve known fucking better.âÂ
A bitter laugh left your lips, âFinally! We can agree on something!â You stalked out of the room with Hobie trailing behind youâyou were used to him following you aroundâas you muttered, âLet me know when youâll be sending Max back.â
Just as you left the room, there was a loud crash and Jessica snapping at Miguel.
When your brother was finally sent back to your universe so that he could be sent to a cell powerful enough to hold him, you left HQ and didnât look back when you did. Swearing to yourself that it would be the last time you would ever allow yourself to step back into that place. To allow yourself to set your eyes upon him again.
Unfortunately, that promise didnât last too long.
Despite yourself, you started messing with your suit designs. Adding new stuff to make it look less dated than before. But that didnât mean you were back to that spider life. No. Not one bit.
Hobie swung by your dimension and suggested that both of you went crime fighting for the day. And you only agreed just so your fighting techniques werenât so rusty anymore. But you werenât back in the game. Not one bit.
Then Jessica came to visit, claiming that she wanted you to see the progress in her pregnancy and catch up as friends. Which then led you to following her into another dimension to fight another Rhino, which was a great success.
Fuck, you missed this.
And you were tempted. You really were tempted to swing through your city as their Spider person again.
Maybe it wouldnât hurt after all. Didnât mean you had to face Miguel. Yes. That was fine.
In the next month forward, you had started your crime fighting as the spider person of your dimension. A new suit and refreshed skills, you felt unstoppable. You even brought out your dimension traveling bracelet. Just to go and visit Hobie and Jessica whenever. Just that.
Soon, Jessica took on a new protege. Spider-Gwen. She was a nice kid and started coming over to your dimension with Hobie whenever they had the time. You liked her alot. She was like a little sister whenever she came around. Same as Hobie being like a younger brother to you.
At one point you found yourself back at HQâyou were honestly terrible at keeping your steeled willâbut only to return a few bad guys to their respectful dimensions. You had fully planned on avoiding Miguelâat this point you hadnât seen each other since your spat a month agoâand going back to your dimension.
That was the plan at least.
âHow come you never go with us to see Miguel?â Gwen asked while the two of you watched one of the villains being sent back to their dimension. âYou two donât get along orâŠ?â
Spider-Byte snorted and you sent the hologram a glare, âThey have a special history, newbie. Youâll see someday.â
âQuiet, kid.â You mumbled, crossing your arms before addressing Gwen, âYeahâŠwe donât get along. Itâs best for the both of us that we arenât in the same room together, right now.â
âIs it?â
You tried your very best not to allow your face to fall into shock at his voice coming from behind you and Gwen. Really, you shouldâve expected that to happen.
Miguel approached the two of you, glancing briefly toward Gwen but his eyes remained glued to yours. âDrewâs asking for you. Says she needs your help on Level 4.â
It took you a few seconds to realize he had been talking to Gwen as the blonde nodded her head and disappeared out of the room. Spider-Byte threw on some headphones and continued with her work. In other words, it was just the two of you. The very opposite of what you had planned and wanted.
âI hear youâve been coming around here a lot more often.â Miguel mused as he brushed past you, his arm grazing yours as he did. You watched him, a lot less hostile than you thought you would be. Instead, you only stared at his back muscles. âI didnât know youâve become quite the contradicting person.â
You shrugged, hugging your arms closer to you, âIâve just been helping Jess and Hobie out. Sânot a big deal.â
A sound came from his throat, similar to a chuckle, âI also hear that the White Spider is back on the news.â
âYouâve been keeping tabs on me?â You instead said, one of your brows raising slightly. âWhen did you start that up again?â
Miguel glanced over his shoulder, his face unreadable, âWho says I ever stopped?â
You smirk, trying to hide how tight your chest felt at his words. At how soft his voice had gotten.
âLook whoâs become contradicting now.â
Miguel was quiet at that.
You tried to continue your original goal after that frustratingly vague interaction. You werenât really sure where you had stood with him after that. Sure, you still were hesitant to rejoin the society fullyâmostly because of himâbut now you were going on missions with some of the members and helping Jessica train her protĂ©gĂ©. At this point, you were practically back, just without the official stuff.
And now you were on a mission with Miguel. You hadnât been on one of these since your fight. Piece by piece you were just breaking your own promises, your stubbornness was weakening. Your spine had shaken.
Damn him.
No matter what you could never resist Miguel.
You could tell it was the same for him.
âYou should go home.â
âDo you know how many times youâve said that and Iâve still ended up staying?â You leaned on the doorway entrance to his quarters with a smug look on your face. âI think you should give it up by now.â
Miguel was topless. After a particularly long mission, a lot of the team had come out with some cuts and bruises, Miguel wasnât exempt from that.
You watched as he was cleaning his wound on his left shoulder, only that put too much strain on his bruised side every time he reached his right hand over to tend to that shoulder. For a few more minutes you watched him keep going at it before you sighed and eventually stepped in.
âStop.â You smacked his hand to the side gently and took the bloodied cloth from his hand.
Miguel tensed, âDominoââ
âIâve got it.â You told him sternly. âWe donât need you reopening your stitches. Just relax. Iâve got you.â
Your words had disarmed him and caused him to loosen the tension in his muscles at your gentle touch. The wound wasnât too bad, at least not as bad as the one under his right arm. Once the blood was wiped away, there was just a bit of purple coloring. The blood mustâve been from someone else.
His breaths fanned against your own shoulder. You didnât forget how close the two of you were in that moment. It was more like you were trying to distract yourself from the fact.
Instead, a small smile tugged at your lip, âItâs been a minute since youâve been injured.â You noted the light scars on the other parts of his arm.
âNot really.â Miguel grunted, ducking his head down as he rested his elbows on his knees. âI got hit a couple months back. Only difference was that you werenât there to lick my wounds clean.â
âDo you always need me to?â You joked halfheartedly.
A small tug upward in his lip made your heart skip, âI would prefer it better than being alone.â
âI thought you liked being a loner.â
âNot these days.â
You knew you were treading dangerous territory but the question left your lips before you could rethink it through.
âDid you really want me to go?â
Underneath your fingers, you felt him inhale, slowly.
âHonest?â
You scoffed, âI wouldnât be asking if I wanted to hear a lie.â
Over his shoulder, he stared at you. A part of you wanted to shift under his intense gaze, a part of you wanted to look away sheepishly but you bravely held it. Though the change in your grip was probably a dead giveaway at your nervousness.
âIf it were up to me, you wouldnât have ever left my sight.â
You tried not to feel too overwhelmed by his words, knowing it was your own fault for asking. For even bringing it up in the first place.
So instead you snorted, âWow. Sounds awfully possessiveââ
His other hand grasped the back of your neck and brought you toward him, your lips connecting. His desperation for you was clear. And your resolve had slowly fallenâno that was such a lie. It had quickly crumbled the moment you felt his touch, the moment his lips were on yours, the moment you felt his desperation sink into your skin just as easily as his fangs would.
When his larger body moved on top of you, you knew your resolve had fully broken. Completely gone. When his lips found your neck, you were gone. When his hips rutted against yours, your mind was gone. When you finally felt him sink into your being, when you felt him inside youâgod you never realized how much you had wanted this until now.
No. You knew.
Miguel held your hands down to the bed sheets, only you managed to slip them from his grip and find them tugging and running through his hair, legs wrapped around his hips to pull him closer.
You felt him smirk against your neck, âMy stubborn girl.â
And just like that you were back into a cycle in which you swore not to fall into again. Only, this time the two of you didnât make it known to the others. It was a silent choice between the two of you to keep whatever this was to yourselves. It was better that way you realized.
But as time went by, you knew it would be a little more difficult to hide it. Miguel was touchy. It was fine on days where it was just the both of you, when the both of you were working on something together. Yet on the days where you are around others, such as missions, you know he canât help himself. And neither can you.
The both of you were terrible at hiding it in the end.
Hobie was surprisingly observant.
âYouâre lookinâ cozy now.â
You glanced up to find Hobie lounging about as you were looking at videos of different dimensions. âLet it go, Bââ
âI ainât sayinâ shit.â He shrugged. âJust noticed a few things is all.â
And the two of you left it at that. Never really spoke on it again. Hobie now knew. And Jessica had eyes and a brain, she probably already put two and two together. Especially with you coming to HQ a lot more often now. Even the newbie, Gwen, took double takes every now and then whenever she saw you and Miguel together.
âYou seem particularly stressed tonight.â You hummed to him on another nightâthis time in your apartment, squirming as his cock twitched inside of you.
Miguel looked down at you, a brow raised in challenge, âCanât take it tonight, baby? Usually you like it a little rough, hmm?â He buried his face into your neck, his thrusts slower than before. Gentle nips at your neck that would sure to leave bruises the next day. Just the way he liked it. The possessive shithead.
âAnd yet, youâre still stressed.â You whisper next to his ear, breathing out a sigh of pleasure.
Miguel grunted in reply and remained at your neck. Until he slowly pulled away to rest his forehead on yours. He sighed against your skin, âJust another anomaly. Nothing we canât fix.â
You smiled with a soft hum, âYou always do anyway.â
His lips were pressed into yours, a hint of a smile shaping his mouth, âNot just me.â
The anomaly problem never went away it seemed. Soon Miguel got buried deep into his work. You were fine with it, already used to his committed work habits. Besides, you had your own world to manage. You werenât just waiting all night for him to come home like some girlfriend slowly practicing patience. No, instead you had your own thoughts to keep you busy. But you still managed to find time and visit HQ. To visit the others. To visit Miguel.
It wasnât until the anomaly was formed into a single person. Another Spider-Man. A kid.
Miles Morales.
Gwen told you about him a few times. How he was the first friend she made after her Peterâs death. You remembered wanting to meet the boy with how much Gwen kept talking about him. And you told Gwen this as well. That they should plan a day to go visit him. Unfortunately, that day never came to fruition.
The unfortunate part was the why.
âWhat are you not telling me about this Miles guy?â You already knew the answer. You werenât stupid. You just wanted to know if Miguel would tell you. Would trust you with the information.
Miguel had his back turned to you, facing the screens when you stalked into the room to ask him this. âHe isnât your concern.â
âBullshit.â You cross your arms. âClearly, you said something to Gwen. And Jess. Hell, even Hobie. What are you not telling me, Miguel? Why is Miles Morales so important?â You narrow your eyes challengingly, âOr rather, why does he make you so nervousââ
âEnough, Domino.â Miguel said through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to snap at you. âHe isnât your concern. Let it go.â
Hobie had already filled you in on the details before you had come to Miguel about it. The information in itself was troubling, yes. But what was even more troubling was why you were hearing it from someone else other than Miguel. Why did he want to keep you in the dark about this?
Thatâs when your eyes landed on the old video of him and his daughter. The daughter he lost on another Earth.
âFine.â You frowned. âDonât tell me.â
Miguel still had his back toward you. You scoffed and turned to leave. You wouldâve been fine to leave it there. That was the one thing the two of you disagreed on the most. The canon stuff. Your sister had to die for it. Thatâs why Max had become what he had become. Thatâs why you had left the society, left him in the first place.
Restarting all of this. Thinking you could forgive.
But there was no way you couldâve ever forgotten.
You had to stand by and watch your sister die because it was a part of canon. Because Miguel cared for you and your world so much that he did not want to see it unravel like his did. A part of you wanted to believe thatâmaybe there was a small part that didâbut that didnât change the grief nor the terror. You just hoped.
Hoped. And hoped. And hopedâŠ.
Eventually, you did some research for yourself. Apparently, this Miles guy hadnât lost his parents but his uncle. Apparently, he was supposed to lose his dad once he became captain. There was nothing you could do about it if it was supposed to happen. You certainly couldnât tell him that was going to happen.
You couldnât do anythingâŠ.
Until you could.
Hobie appeared in the middle of your living room that night.
âI quit that place.â He shrugged, flopping down onto the couch next to you. âBut I suggest you suit up, yeah?â
âWhy?â You furrowed your brows, placing down your book you had been reading until he unexpectedly arrived.
âBecause I âave a good feelinâ you are the only person that wouldnât like whatâs about to happen. Whatâs currently happening.â
This time you frowned, an aching feeling tugging at your chest.
âHobie. Whatâs going on?â
It wasnât long until you were flying through the HQ, following all of the spider people as they chased after one thing. One person.
Nobody had known you were there. Nor what you were there for. You had blended into the crowd of spider people, flying around, swinging around until you spotted a blip of the boy that they were chasing. And you saw Miguel, Gwen, and Jessica going after him.
All that you knew was that he was alone. The boy was alone. He needed at least one person at his side. One person who understood what he was going through right then.
By the time you had gotten to the speeding trains, Miguel had Miles pinned down to the top of the train. He had yet to see you. But there was no doubt he would sense you. There was no doubt that he would see your flashing figure, zipping toward him. There was no doubt that in the corner of his eye, he would see you flying at him with a kick and landing it just perfectly, and in time before he could prepare to block you.
Now you stood in front of Miles as Miguel rolled away before clawing his hand into the top of the train to keep him on it.
You removed your mask and grinned, âToo slow, OâHara!â
âY/N!â Gwen stared at you in shock.
âWhoâs that?!â One Spider-Man with a pink robeâand a babyâattached to him questioned in confusion.
Miguel crawled to his feet. In the corner of your eye Miles jumped off the train and disappeared in seconds. âWhat have you done?!â
You shrugged, âNothing yet. That depends on you.â
âY/N, donât!â Jessica shouted. âYou canât beat him!â
Miguelâs face was twisted into a scowl, mixed with both betrayal and anger, âSheâs right, Domino. You canât win. Youâre on the wrong side!â
You pulled your mask back on and melted into a fighting stance, âI donât have to win. I just have to give the kid more time.â
For a brief second, the scowl was gone. This look was only for you to see. The same look he wore when you first quit the society.
They were back to where it all began. This was the cycle. It was bound to happen. You knew this. He knew this.
âI donât want to fight you.â He gritted out. âStand down, Domino. Iâll only ask this once.â
Not once did you budge.
âI hope we come back from this, Miguel.â
You dashed forward.
Miguel let out a roar of anger and dashed toward you.
The two of you would meet in the middle. And for a second, you really wonderedâŠ
Would you?Â
Would you come back from this?
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Aegon II Targaryen (Modern AU) x Reader Summary: Helaena invites you to the Targaryen countryside estate for a relaxing weekend away from the city where you form an unexpected connection with her older brother, Aegon. Words: 4.2K
Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Aemond being uptight A/N: I just want to give a quick shout out to the authors who have the amazing ability to write well thought out, smutty one-shots and somehow magically keep it under 3K words. YOU ALL are incredibly talented and I wish I could do the same. The smut alone is over half this fic. I tried to keep it short, y'all, I really did. Anyway, this is my first time writing for Aegon. As I said in a previous post, this story is incredibly self indulgent but thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy! đ„ Update 7/9/24: Welcome new readers! Please don't be shy and feel free to leave me a comment! I'm still around Tumblr, just taking a break from writing at the moment but love reading your comments and thoughts about the fic! xoxo đ Beta read by the wonderful: @myfandomprompts
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Warm water pours over your head and down your back as you rinse the shampoo out of your long hair; the fragrance of your favorite soap washing away the remnants of the dayâs activities. Yet, within the confines of your mind, memories unfold like scenes from a movie.
Each moment is vivid and alive; seeing him atop his grey gelding as he waits for you to mount his brotherâs tall, dark bay mare; your knees almost touching with his as your horses walk side by side down the winding trail.Â
You recall the admiration in his smile as he looks over at you, observing the way you sway with your horseâs long stride with ease; your mutual love for horseback riding came as a surprise to you both. The brief ride had come to a halt all too soon, as ominous storm clouds gathered on the horizon. Just a mile away from the barn, you jointly decided to turn for home.Â
You can still feel the wind in your hair as you and Aegon galloped back to the barn, trying to outrace the storm as thunder clapped in the distance. Laughter spilled from your lips at the thrill of the speed of your horse and your worries seemed to melt away with each leaping stride. It had been years since you had felt so light and carefree.
Luckily, you had arrived back at the barn just as the rain began to fall, giving your horse a grateful pat while reluctantly handing him off to the attending groom; Aegon seemed exhilarated from the ride as well as the two of you began to exchange lighthearted banter about your spontaneous adventure. Among your group, only you had embraced the opportunity to ride with him, given it was your favorite childhood pastime that you rarely got to enjoy as an adult. Everyone else had decided to retire to the house to get ready for dinner.Â
Amused, you watched as he bends to pet the barn cat weaving between his legs, wondering why you had never seen this side of him before. Because he is your best friendâs older brother, a small voice answered in the back of your mind. When you first met Helaena at uni, your perception of Aegon was clouded by his reputation for being frequently drunk, arrogant, and unpredictable, and you assumed that was all there was to him. However, after spending the weekend with the Targaryen siblings at their countryside estate, you began to wonder if there was more to him than met the eye.Â
Standing together in the doorway of the barn, easy conversation continued as you waited out the storm and you couldnât help but feel impressed by Aegon's charm and clever banter, more so than you'd like to admit. The rain intensified, accompanied by a cool breeze which caused you to shiver slightly. He moved closer as if to shield you from the cool air, thunder clapping overhead. Heat radiated off his skin, giving you goosebumps as an electric charge zings through the atmosphere and youâre unsure if it's caused by the lightning or his sudden proximity. Your eyes flicked up to his face.
âCold?â Aegon had said, his full lips curling into a perfect one-sided smirk. You locked eyes with him for a heartbeat too long and suddenly youâre melting into his dark blue gaze.
Flashing back to the present, you feel a blush bloom on your cheeks as you remember what had happened next. Still in the middle of your shower routine, you close your eyes and his face materializes in front of you again. With perfect clarity, you recall his damp blonde hair tousled by the wind, his sun-kissed skin, his warm, soft lips. Â
The kiss that had transpired was completely unexpected, but had felt so absolutely right in the moment. It was tender and slow and sweet. You remembered the gentle way his hand cupped your face when he pulled away, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. Your heart pounded in your chest and words eluded you in that moment, lost in the whirlwind of emotions stirred by his kiss.
The rest of the evening had passed in a blur, the storm blowing over just as quickly as it began. Dinner with the Targaryens was always an interesting affair because their personalities were so entirely opposite of one another. The youngest sibling, Daeron, had obviously decided to take a leaf out of Aegonâs book and had already plowed through several beers by the time you walked back up to the house. Helaena immediately took you to the side to show you a picture of a ladybug she had drawn while you had been out riding, and Aemond brooded silently in the corner with a book.Â
Meanwhile, you and Aegon seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to mention anything to the others which suited you just fine. The kiss had been too unexpected, too private, just meant for the two of you. His siblings did not need to know about any of his extracurricular activities, especially when it involved their sisterâs best friend.Â
Unbidden, butterflies had formed in your stomach for the rest of the evening and you could hardly eat. What was wrong with you? This sort of reaction was something you would expect of a silly school girl and you had to remind yourself that you were a grown ass woman and could do as you please without catching feelings. Your last relationship had ended poorly and you were still trying to recover from it. The drama, the heartbreak, the endless cycles of disappointmentâit was exhausting. Before today, guys like Aegon were the exact reason you had sworn off dating and relationships, choosing to fiercely embrace your freedom and independence instead.Â
Yet here you sat, unable to stop thinking about the perfect shape of Aegonâs lips. When had he changed so much? Or had he been this way all along and you just hadnât noticed? Gone was his arrogance and, in its place, a seemingly gentle and caring soul. It was the first time in a long while that you felt a genuine connection with the opposite sex. His kiss had reminded you of the excitement of a new fling, the rush of emotions, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted, of feeling desirable.Â
Wary of these feelings, you decided to prioritize your own well-being and enjoy the moment for what it wasâa fleeting spark of connectionâand you wouldn't let it consume you or lead you down a path you weren't ready for.
Except, you hadnât anticipated that Aegon wouldnât be on the same page as you. Although both of you were resolutely acting like nothing happened, subtlety, he offered to clear your plate from the dinner table and then brought you another beer unasked, surprising you with his sudden thoughtfulness. You secretly hope his attentiveness goes unnoticed by the rest of his family.Â
Luckily, Daeron is immersed in his own world of revelry, acting as if heâs in competition with himself to drink the most beer, or perhaps aiming to match Aegonâs former partying ways. Helaena, more adept at picking up social cues, pretended not to notice, but Aemondâs intense stare tells you all you needed to know of his suspicions as his eyes flicked back and forth between you two.Â
At last, you excused yourself for the evening to shower and go to bed, desperate to find some peace with your inner turmoil by getting away from the group and from him.Â
Now, drying your hair with a towel, you finally feel relaxed from the chance to clear your head. Dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts, you emerge from your bathroom and survey the opulent bedroom, grateful for securing one of the best rooms in this expansive house. Your balcony doors are open to let in the warm summer breeze, cooled slightly from the earlier rain. Enticed by the twinkling of the stars that you never get to see in the city, you step outside onto the balcony and gaze up at the night sky, oblivious to someone approaching you from behind.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â His deep voice sends your heart into your throat as you jump and whirl to face him.
âAegon!â you exclaim, with a mixture of annoyance and relief. âYou have to stop doing that!â
âDoing what?â he asks with a wolfish grin and you roll your eyes at his feigned innocence.Â
âSurprising me unexpectedly,â you almost growl in response and his grin grows wider as he gives a nonchalant shrug.Â
âOh, I think you like surprises,â he says easily, coming to lean on the railing next to you and observing the sky.Â
You roll your eyes again and choose not to comment as you look out onto the dark grounds, suddenly conscious that you arenât wearing a bra and the air is cool. Quickly crossing your arms over your chest, you contemplate what to say to him for a moment and opt to cut to the chase.Â
âWhat do you want, Aegon?â you say with a sigh, trying to act as if you truly didn't care. His response is immediate and direct, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
"You," he purrs, his deep blue eyes seem to pierce you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Thereâs a darkness in his stare, a hunger, a need, a longing. Tension crackles like lightning in the air. Â
Your heart jolts with delight at his words, just as conflicting thoughts invade your mind. Your breakup was still relatively fresh and you werenât fooled by what he meant by âyouâ. Is that something you were ready for?Â
Instantly, your doubt is questioned by an opposing voice in your head that counters with, âBut you have needs too, as much as you keep denying yourself. If you wanted to have a one night stand then, why not? He was familiar at least. You deserve to have some fun. When was the last time you had sex?âÂ
Mentally, you think youâve made a good argument with yourself, until the rational side of your brain reminds you delicately of your choice to swear off men and be happy to live a life free of their soul-sucking ways, remembering the toll your ex had taken on you mentally, emotionally and physically over the years.Â
But it doesnât have to be like that anymore, the opposing voice reasons irresistibly in your other ear. You hold the power. You know your worth.Â
This quick mental battle between your righteous consciousness and lustful desires happens in an instant, but Aegon looks like he knows exactly what internal struggle you are having as he steps closer to you, crowding your space without asking permission, tilting your chin up with his forefinger, the glow of the moon casting a soft light on his face.Â
âLet me remind you of what youâre missing,â he whispers seductively against your lips, reading you perfectly. He begins the kiss gently, his lips exploring yours before deepening the connection with his tongue. Taking a fistful of your damp hair at the back of your neck, he holds you in place against him as he continues to kiss you passionately. You're enveloped in his taste, his scent, his presence; the musky fragrance of his shampoo only serves to heighten your desire for him.
After a few moments, you feel yourself melt into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you push your chest into his, nipples hard underneath your t-shirt. All rational thought is wiped clean from your mind as you make your decision.
Breaking the kiss, you take his hand and lead him back inside to stand next to your high, ornate bed. Not one to waste time, lest you change your mind, you grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling it over his head as yours follows suit. His dark gaze drinks in the sight of your bare breasts and he moves towards you as if in a trance, dipping his head to clamp his lips on your collarbone. You move your neck to the side and hum low in your throat as your hands explore the muscles of his broad back.
Within a few moments, you feel him tugging at your shorts, his touch deft and confident as he loosens the drawstrings. They fall to the ground, leaving you only in your thin, silk panties. His large hands slide down your hips and over your ass, and suddenly, he picks you up and throws you effortlessly onto the bed.
Before you can fully catch your breath, Aegon is on top of you again, his body pressing against yours with a delicious weight. You feel his hunger, his desire, as he devours you with an intensity that leaves you gasping for more. Every touch, every kiss, every caress, sends electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your veins. His touch intoxicates you, numbing your mind better than any drug ever could. When was the last time someone had made you feel this good?Â
An ache starts to form between your legs and you rock your hips upwards, against Aegonâs erect length through his shorts. He hums while kissing his way down your body, suckling at your breasts, skimming your ribs with his teeth, biting your hip bones as he journeys downward, devouring your curves as he goes. At last, his face rests between your legs where he gently kisses the insides of your thighs.Â
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â he whispers fervently as he hooks his fingers into the waistline of your panties. You lift your hips and he removes your underwear, finally bearing you to him completely.Â
âSo wet for me already,â he murmurs as he gazes at your sex, slick with desire for him. You start to feel self conscious at the hungry way he is looking at you, closing your knees to his line of sight. His eyes flick back up to your face, now dark pools of lust as he removes his own shorts and comes to lay naked next to you on the bed. You glance down at his cock before his lips take hold of yours again and your breath catches in your chest once more. My god, you think, was it a trick of the dim light or is he really that big?Â
The thought is quickly swept from your mind as he continues kissing you for several minutes, kneading your breasts and rubbing your sides and hips and you decidedly become more impatient than him, a desperate ache between your legs and you reach for his length but he grabs your wrist firmly to stop you, smiling lightly.
âYou first,â he whispers and pushes you back onto the bed so that you rest on your back; his hand trails down your stomach and runs along your inner thigh. Your breasts rise and fall with each quickened breath, anticipating what's next.Â
Feeling like you burst into flames from all the sexual tension, touch me already! resonates loudly inside your head. Finally, his fingertips brush over your slick folds and he gives a low moan of appreciation. You mewl pathetically and arch your back, needing more friction as he expertly rubs circles around your bud.Â
âMore, Aegon, please,â you arenât even embarrassed to be begging so early on. He chuckles lightly in response and blessedly acquiesces as he slips a finger inside you, quickly followed by another. He pumps his fingers in and out for a moment and returns to kissing you deeply. Pleasure begins to overload your brain until nothing is left but him. The smell of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the stretch of your pussy as his fingers move deep inside you, so much thicker than yours, reaching so much deeper than you ever could yourself.Â
With his palm set on your bud, fingers buried deep, he sets a steady rhythm, stroking that sweet spot inside you while his face is buried into your neck. You grip the back of his hair and close your eyes, gasping as pleasure builds deep from within. It doesnât take long until your breathing picks up as the coil tightens inside, causing you to pant and lose whatever dignity remained to you as you start to mumble incoherent nonsense, willing Aegon not to stop his pace as the pleasure mounts.Â
âCum for me, babygirl,â Aegon moans into your ear and your climax crashes over you in one enormous wave as you soar to ecstasy. You clap your hand over your mouth to stifle your wail of pleasure, just in case anyone else in the house could hear you cumming loudly. Aegon grunts from beside you as your pussy clamps down onto his fingers and you think you hear him whisper âfucking hellâ very softly, but you are too lost in mindnumbing bliss to pay attention. He continues his rhythm as the waves crash over you and doesnât stop until you have to push his hand away, on the brink of overstimulation. You lay panting next to him, trying to catch your breath, realizing it has been years since the last time a man has made you cum so hard.Â
Aegon rolls onto his back and begins to stroke his length, covering himself in your slick as he waits for you to regain control of your senses. Recovering slightly, you glance down and realize you didnât just imagine it, he really was impressively large, bigger than any of your exes. You prop yourself onto your side next to him and boldly take him in hand, causing him to smirk. As if you were drunk from the ecstasy of your peak, you canât stop the words that tumble from your lips.Â
âFuck, youâre big,â you practically slur at him and his cheshire cat grin widens.
âI think I may have heard that before,â he quips, sounding amused, while running his nose along your jawline, his breath hot against the skin of your neck, âBut donât worry, itâll fit.â A slight moment of panic flutters in your heart, you were no virgin but you certainly had never handled that before.Â
Aegon rolls on top and you cringe inwardly, not from worry about his size but rather remembering this was your ex's favorite position because it gave him a sense of power over you. Dark memories interrupt your excitement as they flash like lightning through your mind. But that worthless fool had never made you cum as hard as Aegon just had; he normally hadnât worried if you came at all. With an enormous effort, you push the intrusive thoughts out of your mind and focus on the present moment.
Mentally, you completely let go and surrender to Aegon... it felt so good for once. To let someone else take the lead, to let go of control, to not have to think, to not have to do anything but allow him to consume you.Â
You spread your legs and welcome him eagerly as his hips come to rest lightly on yours. You squirm underneath him as your nails rake along his back and down over his ass, causing him to shudder slightly as he continues to kiss along your jawline to your earlobe.
âAegon, Iâm on birth control,â you whisper in his ear as you rub your slick folds along the length of his hard, thick cock.Â
âHmm, good,â he hums into your mouth as he grinds back against you, âBecause I wanna see your pussy overflow with my cum,â he inserts his tongue into your mouth for emphasis, swallowing your heady moans.Â
You lift your hips as you feel Aegon guide the tip of his cock to your entrance, unable to stop your gasp as he pushes slowly inside. The intense stretch wipes everything from your mind and if you were being honest with yourself, it feels like the first time all over again, albeit more exciting now. Holy shitâŠholy fucking shit! is all you can think as he slides in slowly and you wonder if not having sex for a long time makes you a born-again virgin.Â
Aegon, to his credit, doesnât thrust roughly into you, rocking gently instead, getting a little deeper with each stroke as you attempt to breathe through your nose and will yourself to relax and open up for him. At last, he bottoms out inside of you and youâve never felt so full before in your life. He rolls his hips into yours and you moan at the sensation as his thick cock dragging along your soft velvet walls. You pant and mewl underneath him, hands wrapping around his biceps that have your head caged in. After a few slow strokes, you find yourself adjusting to his size and you canât help but beg for more.
âMore, Aegon, please - harder,â you whine.Â
âImpatient, are we?â he teases and picks up the pace but only a little and you know heâs savoring the moment. He pulls himself almost all of the way out before sliding back in with long, slow, deep strokes. Your hips start to rise to meet his own, willing him to go faster. On the next stroke his hips snap into yours, causing you to gasp at the pleasure that courses through your slick pussy, sending electric currents through your chest as he starts to earnestly fuck you into the bed.Â
Unable to control the uninterrupted moans of pleasure, you cover your mouth again, thankful, at least, that the heavy framework of the bed is sturdy and does not make so much as a squeak despite his deep thrusts. He frowns down at you, roughly removing your hand from your mouth in displeasure, squeezing your wrist harshly, but the pain only enhances your pleasure.Â
âStop doing that. I want to hear you scream,â he says gruffly through puffs of his own heavy breathing.Â
Suddenly, he pulls out and leans back on his heels, flipping you over and bringing your ass in the air. He re-enters you and grabs your hair, holding your head back as he roughly thrusts into you from behind. You're breathless at the unexpected change in position but moan lustfully as he slaps your ass hard with a large hand, releasing his grip on your hair to take hold of your hips, pistoning even faster. The sound of skin slapping together erotically fills the room as pleasure coils deep in your belly.Â
âThatâs it, babygirl, taking my cock so well,â he growls as his hands squeeze your ass cheeks so hard you think youâll have bruises.Â
You whine noisily at his praise while reaching your hand down to play with your bud, knowing you can cum again in this position with a little extra friction. Aegon can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock as your breathing picks up again, another climax approaching quickly. He grunts and pants as he nears his own release.
As your walls spasm around him, you cry out again, your orgasm ripping through your core, clenching down on his thick length. He groans as he rides out your peak for as long as he can, thrusting harshly into you one last time as he pours himself deep within. You can feel his thick cock pulsate inside you, milked by your clenching pussy, and find that you love the thought of him filling you with his spend.Â
As he withdraws, he pulls your ass cheeks apart, admiring the mess heâs made of you, enjoying the sight of his cum leaking from your cunt. At last, you collapse onto the bed, utterly spent but entirely well-fucked, perhaps the most satiated you had ever been in your whole life.Â
You lay, breathing heavily, trying to regain your strength, when strong arms come to cradle you as Aegon scoops you up and lays you gently back on the bed in a more dignified position, pulling the covers up and over you.
He slips into bed beside you and snuggles close. In comfortable silence, you both savor the intimate connection, skin to skin, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and the steady beat of your heart. Nestled securely in his embrace, your eyelids begin to droop, and just as you teeter on the edge of sleep, a gentle kiss brushes across your forehead.
Daylight filters through the balcony's glass doors, gently rousing you from sleep. It takes a moment for the vivid memories of last night to flood your mind. You find yourself still unclothed under the sheets, yet the bed is empty beside you. Letting out a soft groan, you stretch your sore muscles, contemplating how you were going to face Aegon that day. Are you both going to continue to pretend like nothing happened?
Automatically, you reach for your phone on the nightstand and see thereâs a text, not from Aegon but from Aemond. Confusion swirls in your mind as you tap it open.Â
[Aemond]: Look. My bedroom is right next to yours. Could you keep it down next time?
You could practically feel his irritation and you blush, mortified. Fuck, had you really been that loud? You knew the answer to that was a resounding âyesâ because you hated being quiet, but you had really hoped the expansive house would have muffled some of the noise. Shit.
Feeling guilty, you start to type back an apology but then decide sex is nothing to be ashamed of and you were going to have fun teasing rigid, proper Aemond.Â
[Y/N]: Join us next time, then? đ
>>>> Part 2
A/N: It was the HOTD trailer that pushed me over the edge for Aegon, but y'all can thank these photos from TGC's IG for the inspiration for this story.
#house of the dragon#aegon smut#aegon fanfic#aegon targaryen#modern au aegon#aegon ii targaryen#hotd aegon#aegon the second#aegon targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen#tom glynn carney
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Dan Feng's disciple! Reader x Dan Heng IL Synopsis Idea: She tried to stop them from taking him away from her, she really did. But Jingliu and Jing Yuan were quick to stop her. She spent so many nights alone... Until she saw him. The man she loved and would give up her life for. She's not letting him slip away from her this time. Thank you~~â€ïž
AFTER ALL THIS TIME
PAIRING. dan feng x f!reader; dan heng x f!reader
WORD COUNT. 3,741
SUMMARY. you were the great imbibitor lunae's disciple. he trusted you with his life and you with his. but when the time came, you weren't able to save him. what happens when you run into his reincarnation years down the line?
SOF'S NOTE. i had so much fun writing this!! i wrote it 2 days ago now but i just haven't had the time to post it t-t but i'm finally moved into my new place and managed to squeeze this post in <3 i rly rly enjoyed writing this so i hope y'all enjoy reading!! and special ty to the anon who requested this!! ^-^
The art of cloudhymn magic was difficult to master. Even as a high elder yourself, there were intricacies you could not figure out on your own. But you trained daily, practiced in seclusion, and read all the books passed down from the most renowned masters.Â
Each day, your knowledge grew. Your natural talents aided you in perfecting your own personalized form of cloudhymn magic.
Still, Dan Feng noticed flaws in your execution. Movements that should be more precise, patterns that should flow more intricately. You noticed him silently watching you on the vast training grounds. He wasnât much older than you, yet his magic was already intricately refinedâ The makings of a leader to the Vidyadharas.
He saw great power within you, he told you in passing as he took you under his wing. There was much you could gain from him, he promised.Â
Years went by as you studied under Dan Feng. He has many supporters and people who looked up to him, but he only allowed you as his disciple. You were the only one who could rightfully address him as master.Â
As he grew in his status as a member of the High Cloud Quintet and later the Imbibitor Lunae, you too grew in your mastery of cloudhymn magic. You were able to learn Dan Fengâs signature combat skill of deflecting iron, making arrows of most enemies fall flat at your feet. But your skill shined in the illusions you were able to create. Not even the Imbibitor Lunae was as skilled in that art as you.Â
Your power grew and as such, Dan Feng recognized you as more of an equal than a disciple. Out of respect for all the teachings he imparted on you, you still called him master. There was no way you would reach your level of strength in this short amount of time without someone like him fostering your talents.
Along the way, you found yourself viewing him as more than your master. When he began treating you as someone who matched his power rather than someone with much to learn, you were able to feel confident in all your abilities.
One late night, Dan Feng took you to his sacred training grounds for a sparring session. He had just returned from a stressful battle and while the casualties were low, they were more than he felt comfortable with.Â
âIf anything happens to me, at least I will know the Vidyadhara will be in good hands,â Dan Feng commended as you blocked the tip of his spear from grazing the base of your neck.Â
You quickly shifted your gears from defending to attacking, knowing if you let Dan Feng get too many attacks in, he would be almost unstoppable. Spinning your spear in your hands, you imbued the weapon with water and launched it directly at your masterâs chest.Â
A normal man would have fallen dead before even realizing you attacked him, but not the Imbibitor Lunae. He sidestepped, the scene appearing like a mirage due to his speed.Â
âNothing is going to happen to you, master,â you scoffed. âYouâre the strongest Vidyadhara alive. Not even I could defeat you in battle.â
He hummed, tapping his spear to the back of your neck, signaling you lost this spar. âBattle is not the only way someone can fall.â
Wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, you sighed, sauntering away from him and back inside his living quarters. âContinuously speaking of your self-proclaimed inevitable downfall is unbecoming of you, master. What would the people think of a disciple who follows someone without faith in his own ability to live?âÂ
Dan Feng chuckled softly. âA pitiful disciple, is what outsiders would say.â You nodded and he stopped you in your tracks, running his index finger against your jaw. His fingernail dug into the bottom of your chin to lift your head until your burning gaze met his sharp one. âBut we never cared much about what outsiders think, did we?âÂ
You placed your palm against his chest, feeling the detailed fabric of his garments. They were thick yet light, a sign of great craftsmanship that only the highest of elders could afford. You allowed your hands to roam along his body before Dan Feng grabbed your wrist, his long fingers wrapping easily around its circumference.Â
He smirked. âWait until weâre indoors, my beloved.âÂ
âYes, master,â you complied with a roll of your eyes before releasing the front of his outwear. You held complete respect for the Imbibitor Lunae, and you revered him as such. But those moments when it was just you and Dan Fengâjust you and your partnerâyou werenât one to shy away from meeting his biting remarks.Â
This night, like many, led to moments of passion on the silken sheets draped over Dan Fengâs mattress. It was a mixture of love, respect, and the intense craving for more.Â
Your master, the Imbibitor Lunae, a member of the High Cloud Quintetâ Dan Feng was many things. But most importantly, he was yours.Â
Until he wasnât.Â
No good thing was meant to last, Dan Feng once said during an endless night of reflection as he laid in bed beside you. Friendships, relationships, entire civilizations, built to be destroyed from the start.Â
No good thing was meant to last. But he would fight his damned hardest to ensure they did.Â
And for once, his hardest wasnât enough.Â
It was the middle of the night when your living quarters were barged into. You woke with a start and noticed Dan Feng quickly wrapping your robes around your naked body.Â
The noises werenât at the bedroom yet; you heard the thuds from outside and you immediately called for your strongest weapon. Noticing even the slightest of your movements, Dan Feng softly placed his hand on top of yours. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.Â
Your eyes widened, wanting to ask what he couldâve possibly been thinking. There was a large group of men outside with hostile intent, did he not want to protect himself from an attack?Â
âI am going to see what they need,â he said calmly, pulling you into his arms and leaving a kiss on your forehead. âPlease, stay here for me.â
A few members of the High Cloud QuintetâDan Fengâs closest friends that easily became yours as wellâwere staying at the guest chambers at the Imbibitor Lunaeâs invitation. At the commotion outside, Jingliu came in with a groggy look on her face, tired from being woken up, but not an ounce of surprise in her.Â
Dan Feng nodded to her and a silent Jing Yuan that filed in behind her. âJingliu, Jing Yuan⊠Make sure she stays out of harmâs way.â
âOf course,â promised Jing Yuan, a soft smile painting his lips despite the sad look in his eyes.Â
As he spoke, the doors to the bedroom burst open, a trio of Vidyadhara Preceptors breaking down the defenses you and Dan Feng had set. Your spear was in your hand in an instant and you tightened the knot on your robe with your other hand.Â
Dan Feng stood straight in high alert, though his expression remained as one of nonchalance and arrogance. âCan I help you?â
Without a single moment spared for niceties, the Cloud Knights charged in to grab the Imbibitor Lunae. The Preceptors sent chains of rope instead of metal to wrap around Dan Feng. Your eyes blazed as you immediately called upon your cloudhymn magic. Water danced around your spear in sharp droplets, and you pointed it directly at the Head Preceptor.Â
He narrowed his eyes in your direction. âStand down, or you will face the same punishment.âÂ
âThatâs only if you can beat us,â you laughed with disdain. Despite the big group, you were certain you and Den Feng had the ability to hold them off together.Â
âDonât,â Jingliu called out, gently placing her hand on your shoulder. âWe canât help him anymore, Y/N. Not after what he did. Donât get hurt in the crossfire.âÂ
You knew what Dan Feng had done. For Yingxing. And you both knew the crime he would have to commit to help his best friend, but you never imagined the punishment would be so severe. A crowd of Cloud Knights and even a group of the Vidyadhara Preceptors here, together, all to subdue the Imbibitor Lunae.Â
But it didnât matter the crimes he committed or the consequences he may have incited through his actions. None of it mattered because he was your Dan Feng. Your master and your lover who you would protect with your entire life.Â
Unfortunately, Dan Feng seemed to know that, having gotten Jingliu and Jing Yuan here to hold you back.
Before you could move, Jing Yuan held your arm back and prevented you from using your spear. Your eyes widened in shock.Â
âJing YuanâŠ?â
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Itâs too late for Dan Feng, but not for you.â
The Cloud Guards briefly turned their attention towards you and the members of the High Cloud Quintet. Their swords raised as they noticed the fire in your eyes.Â
Dan Feng snarled when he saw their focus on you. âIf you hurt her, you will all pay,â he warned, his voice a low growl that wouldâve made an ordinary man quiver. He began to move his arms in a way that could only be described as the start of a cloudhymn spell and in an instant, all eyes were on him. The ropes tightened, restricting his movement in a way that caused immense pain.Â
âI love you,â were Dan Fengâs last words as he was forced out of his own estate. âTake care of yourself, my beloved.â
âWhy do you speak as if youâre going to be gone?â you cried, refusing to believe someone as strong as your master could be subdued even by a group as large as this. âIâll come get youâ!â
You felt the sharp point of a sword on your neck as you summoned your spear. The nick was only a warning, but it was enough to draw blood. Your eyes widened and you stilled under the mercy of Jingliuâs weapon.Â
âIâm sorry,â she said. âYou cannot.â
Feeling helpless and pathetic, all you could do was fight to not lose consciousness as Jingliu swiftly knocked you out.Â
Your eyes drifted open and shut, your hand that was wrapped around your spear instantly loosened and the weapon that contained so much power fell at your side like a dull needle.Â
The next time you woke, you were at your own residence. You had left this place to have a sanctuary with Dan Feng. Your sanctuary that was invaded, attacked, and taken from you.Â
You went back on forth between two states of mind. One was complete and utter numbness at the loss you suffered. The other was uncontrollable pain and sadness.Â
You spent your days and nights crying, refusing to see a single soul. You turned your meals away even when your loved ones begged you to take a bite. There was a hole in your heart at the thought of your masterâs punishment.Â
In your eyes, Dan Fengâs own best friends betrayed him, betrayed you. And after that night, you knew you would never want to be in contact with any of them again.Â
To save a life, to save a friend who no longer regarded Dan Feng in the same light⊠You never could have imagined the punishment would be forced reincarnation.Â
Uncontrollable sobs racked through your body, throat hoarse from the amount of crying youâve done for weeks straight. It wasnât only forced reincarnation, but also torture and imprisonment you knew he was facing.Â
You had the strongest Vidyadhara alive as a master, yet you failed to learn enough to save him. When it mattered most, you couldnât help.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Those thoughts ate you alive before you were able to finally continue on with your life.Â
You were no longer a Xianzhou resident. You refused the help the Vidyadhara with any advances in medicine and combat, keeping any profound knowledge of cloudhymn magic that Dan Feng shared only with you to yourself. The Preceptors couldnât be trusted with anymore power. They had made themselves and enemy to you. As did the Cloud Knights, and inadvertently, the Cloud Knight General himself.Â
Still, you tried not to let the hatred consume you. Vengeance would only breed insanity. Your mind would be consumed with sorrow and pain and you would never be able to heal.Â
Dan Feng wouldnât want that.Â
You had to continue to live, for the both of you.Â
Using your privilege as a Vidyadhara, you were able to travel around to different planets with relative ease. There were so many things to experience, such beautiful things to seeâwhen you werenât tangled in constant politics and battles. Your only wish was that Dan Feng was here to explore the universe with you.Â
There were places where he didnât need to have the pressure of the world on his shoulders. He wouldnât be Imbibitor Lunae. He wouldnât be a member of the famous High Cloud Quintet. Instead, he would just be Dan Feng, and you would get to explore the world as such.Â
You wondered if his transition into the modern world would have been as smooth as yours. As you reminisced about your past, a nostalgic smile formed on your face.Â
As you walked around this new city, you stared up at the flurries of pink and purple in the sky. The scenery was amazing here. With vast bodies of water and a bustling area of commerce and entertainment on the shorelines, you couldnât help but look around in awe. Amidst your sightseeing, you felt yourself run into someone, dropping the map you held in your hands.Â
âOh!â you gasped in surprise. âI wasnât looking at where I was going. I apologize.âÂ
âI wasnât looking either,â the stranger said in response, picking the paper map up for you before the wind could sweep it away. âHere you go.â
As he handed you your belongings, you finally managed to get a good look at his face. Surprised by what you sawâwhat you feltâyou accidentally dropped the map once more.Â
The man gaped at you before hesitantly reaching down to pick up your map once more. This time, he held it instead of giving it back.
âWould you like your map back?â he asked slowly, this expression unsure.
The memories of the past slammed into you as you looked into his turquoise eyes. The bright green burned into yours. This man in front of you did not have the characteristics of a Vidyadhara. He did not don horns, a tail, or sharp ears like he once did. But there was no doubt in your mindâ This was Dan Feng. At least, the person that emerged from Dan Fengâs forced reincarnation.
Tears started flowing down your face as you wondered what to say. Should you even say anything? You didnât want to lose him again, but you wondered if the man in front of you would even want to get to know you. Dan Feng was a high elder, a powerful one at that. This man mustâve had some dreams about his past lifeâ What if they were bad? What if they were all of the punishment? The crime? What if no part of him remembered you?
As you stood there, stuck in your thoughts, you noticed the stranger staring at the horns on top of your head. Then, at your tears.Â
Without saying a word, he seemed to understand. âIâm not him.â
Your breath caught in your throat and you felt choked up. You knew that. Of course a reincarnation wouldnât be your Dan Feng. But would it be close enough?Â
Shaking your head, you scolded yourself internally. This man is not Dan Feng, he said so himself. And it would be twisted to project the qualities of your lover onto him without even getting the chance to know him.
âI know,â you said sadly, a disdainful smile on your face. âI justâŠsensed some of him in you.â
He nodded, a guarded look on his face despite the tilt of curiosity from his neck.âWhat were you to him?â
You smiled sadly, clutching the map in your hands and relaxing again. âHis disciple. A close friend,â you said. You gazed into his eyes with an unwavering look. âHis partner.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â
âYou have nothing to apologize for.â
He hesitated for a moment, looking around the area. You were at the beachside with patches of sand, grass, and pavement lining the ground. âWould you like to sit somewhere and talk?â
Deciding it would be rather tiring for you to stand and talk all day, you agreed with his suggestion. Silently, you walked over to the sand with Dan Fengâs reincarnation in tow and took a seat. The ground was warm and soft as you ran your fingers through the rocky granules.
As you watched the waves crash against the shore, you felt your body relax. Cloudhymn magic often  well with the element, and you found you had a natural affinity towards it yourself.Â
After a few moments passed, you figured that, since he wasnât Dan Feng, it would be rather rude of you not to introduce yourself. âIâm Y/N, by the way.â
He gazed out into the water before turning his head to you. âDan Heng.â
Although you attempted to hide your amused grin, you felt the corners of your mouth lifting upwards. âCreative.â
He shrugged, fighting off a smile of his own.
âSo, Dan Heng⊠Do you remember anything about your past life?â
âSome things,â he admitted, resting a palm on the sand behind his back. âNone of them are good.â
You frowned. There was no doubt you blamed the Preceptors for that. Dan Feng lived years and years of life, love, and even sorrow. But for his reincarnation to only know him as something negative? That didnât sit well with you.Â
âAlthough, I have to wonder,â he continued, gazing at you with an inquisitive look in his eyes, âif he was capable of love and partnership, could he be more than the arrogant criminal my memories have painted him out to be?â
You softened. Any hatred he felt towards Dan Feng wasnât his fault. And he was certainly struggling as Dan Fengâs reincarnation.Â
âHe was certainly more than a criminal,â you promised. âMore than the Imbibitor Lunae, even. Dan Feng was a real person who experiences emotions and feelings, like any other.âÂ
Dan Hengâs brows furrowed, but he said nothing.Â
âIf you want to learn more about him, Iâll always be here for you to ask.â
âAnd if I donât?âÂ
You smiled sadly. âAs much as that pains me, itâs your right. Each Vidyadhara can choose how much of their past they want to remember or embraceâ Or if they want to start anew completely.â
âI do.â
A long exhale escaped your mouth as thoughts of your past filled your memories. You made no mistakeâ The man in front of you was not Dan Feng. Dan Feng was deceased, and holding on to any hope would only be futile and lead to more main.Â
Instead, the man in front of you was Dan Heng, a reincarnation of Dan Feng. A Vidyadhara who deliberately chose to not incorporate his past life into his current. And that was okay.
âI am remorseful,â you admitted. Dan Heng nodded in understanding. âHowever, I am comforted knowing his reincarnation is here, and he looks happy. Dan Feng would be happy for you.â
He laughed quietly. âI find that hard to believe.â
You gave him a look. âYou donât know him like I do.âÂ
âYes, youâre right.âÂ
Dan Heng sighed in contemplation, conflict evident in his expression. You werenât sure what exactly what he was thinking, but you sensed deep turmoil within him. It was only natural, you assumed, after something he had such conviction for was shaken at its very foundation.Â
âDo you want to board the Astral Express with me?â he asked hesitantly.Â
You blinked at the sudden question. âPardon?â
âSorry,â said Dan Heng, clearing his throat. âThat was impulsive.â He paused before continuing. âFrom talking to you, I gathered that maybe youâre being held back by your past, too.â
Your eyes widened in surprised. You didnât except him to be so blunt. Perhaps he had some similarities to Dan Feng after all.Â
âIf youâre lost or want a place to call home, maybe you can pay it a visit,â he offered nonchalantly. âWe travel the universe and occasionally assist some planets. I have a feeling youâd like it.â
The Astral Express? You wondered how a place like that would be. For so long, youâve been traveling alone, avoiding the Xianzhou and even some Vidyadhara who might know of your existence as Dan Fengâs disciple and lover.Â
A part of you longed for a social connection againâ A place to belong.Â
After some thinking, you asked, âDo you want me there?âÂ
âYesâ As Dan Heng though,â he reminded firmly. âNot Dan Feng.â
You laughed in amusement. âGood. Iâm interested in getting to know your new life, Dan Heng,â you said, extending your hand out for him to shake. âThank you for inviting me in.â
He took it gently, his hand lingering on yours even after the handshake was over. âMaybe you can tell me more about Dan Feng once we arrive at the Express. The parts that arenât so bad.â
The look on his face told you he was genuine. You smiled. âIâd love that.â
Understanding passed between the two of you as you sat there in contentment. The wind whirled around you and the steady sound of the waves soothed your soul.Â
âI want to learn about Dan Fengâs life,â concluded Dan Heng, unwavering. âStill, I think it is best if we look forward to making new memories of our own more.â
You nodded in quiet agreement, eyes never leaving his.Â
The past was something you held near and dear to your heart. Dan Feng was someone you would always love and respect. But perhaps the future would have more in store for you, if you only allowed it.Â
And as Dan Heng smiled his small smile and offered you a hand up from the sand, you thought, This time, you would.Â
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JADED | AARON PIERRE
Part 2.
Toxic!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.
warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions of but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, orgasm denial), extreme language (cursing, use of n-word, use of b-word), talking you through it. lil bit of exhibitionism if you squint, mild daddy k!nk.
summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terryâ except this man only know how to suck you back in.
baby, we can fuck inside my truck, shit wide body.
knew i'd be hurt to see if you leave, but god got me.
Choked out heavy sighs slipped past your lips as you lay in the backseat, just how he liked you; folded up. He had your meaty thighs pinned back, your arms wrapped around them comfortably, holding yourself open for Terry. He'd just got you back there, in that position and he was already inside of you. Gazing down at you with soft eyes, he said nothing at first, his thumb and pointer finger lazily pulling and pinching at your already sensitive buds.
His fingers continued tweak with your nipples, manipulating them anyway he seen fit as his short, hypnotizing strokes seemed to get deeper, fester, mind dizzying. "Oh my god, daddy!" You whined, eyes going crossed as he found that spot again. That same spot his fingers were so easy to find, his dick had no problem as well. Stars danced behind your eyes as you zoned in on that pleasure, face beautifully frowned as you held onto your thighs tightly, acrylic nails digging into your own flesh. You felt everything, from him tweaking with your nipples down to the slight burn from how he stretched you. You were wet, he had you so wet, the slick sounds of your pussy filled the car, lewd and loud.
Terry nodded above you, eyes trained on you, face stoic, as if fucking you on a Thursday night in the parking lot of an apartment complex was a normality at this point. "Yeah, you feel that shit baby?" He mumbled pulling his left hand from your nipple and using his thumb to rub your clit in quick lazy circles, the squelching and gushing sounds of your pussy didn't do anything to help out how incredibly brainless you'd felt already. "Mm-mm," he hummed abruptly pulling his right hand down away from your nipple slapping his hand against your cheek firmly, "bring yo' ass back here. Ain't no zonin' out, bitch. Come back'ere."
The slaps seemed to bring you back, just barely, but it didn't dull the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were experiencing. Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat, you wanted to moan, you wanted to scream but everything was too good in this moment. Terry seemed to not take notice of this, or simply not care because this didn't deter him from his already breath shattering strokes, instead he placed his left hand on the back of your thigh, pushing down, steadying himself on his knees as he plowed down into you. The sound of his thighs clapping steadily against your ass was enough to draw the breaths out of you. He was bottoming out. He had to feel how you clenched and creamed around him, he had to know he was damn near touching your stomach.
"Shit!" You squealed out, hands abruptly shooting out to press back against his thighs, deter him a little, get him to show you some kind of mercy. Your head was mere centimeters from slamming against the door handle.
His right hand slid from your cheek around to the back of your neck until you could feel his fingers tangling in the root of your curls at the back of your head, bringing your head forward to watch his lewd deep strokes. "Look at that shit, look at the mess that pussy makin' on my dick," he spoke through heavy breaths, his own soft groans following, "sayin' you don't miss daddy, that pussy missed me plenty though." You faintly followed the scene as your own moans drowned out the rest of his dirty words. You had him covered in cream, pussy squelching and queefing with every following stroke.
The trembling in your legs only seemed to intensify as he continued his assault on your pussy. "Daddy!" You huffed through a moan, eyes lowered and brows furrowed together you looked up at the man above you, his expression mirroring yours almost mocking. "I know you feel that!" You gasped the tightening in your stomach bubbling to the surface once again. He had you on the brink for the second time that night. He groaned in response to that, how your pussy had started to clench around him, gripping him, sucking him in.
"I feel it, baby," he cooed, fingers still tangled in your unruly curls he leaned down peppering sloppy kisses against the corner of your agape mouth, "daddy feel that pussy squeezin' me, good ass pussy." He commented breathlessly, a deep growl from his throat following, only earning more drawn out moans from you.
"You wanna cum for daddy?" He asked you, lips pressed against your ear. "I feel that shit in yo' legs you wanna cum." He teased feeling you nod vigorously against his face. "Yeah, you do baby," he hummed softly, "but you bet not cum."
You whined as his strokes didn't relent. He had denied you for the second time that night. You better not cum, yet he kept fucking you like he wanted you to. Like he dared you. You couldn't keep holding it, the pleasure was too overwhelming. He was digging as deep as he could've gotten in you. Everything he gathered from you, was messily painted on his dick.
"Fuck!" A deep groan came from your tummy, tumbling out of your mouth in a curse. Your eyes had rolled back once again, as he fucked you stupid. Your mouth hung open as he continued slamming into you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix so tenderly. "IâI can't keep holdin it!" You stammered, voice slurred and high pitched.
Terry groaned in response, cursing quietly about how tightly you gripped him. "You can," he audibly responded, "just like you can take yo' ass on them dates." He stopped momentarily and earning a needy and eager whine from you. He sat up on his knees, dick still deliciously deep inside of you, he untangled his hand from your frizzy curls and instead fisting your rolled up tank top in his hand for leverage as he fucked himself into you once more. His free hand managed to find itself around your neck, squeezing firmly enough to make you gasp, just a little bit.
It wasn't like you could breathe anyway, there he was fucking the breath out of you once again. Your eyes watery as you held eye contact with him once again, your toes curled into a ball, mouth still agape, drool pooling there. You were fucked out, just how he liked you. Dumb and needy. The sight alone was enough to bring him closer to his nut. But he could never get his before you got yours. Taking care of his bitch was always his number one priority. He prided himself on making sure you got off first.
"Goin' out with them lame ass niggas, makin' them think they got a chance to fuck my bitch," he breathlessly mumbled to you, the sounds of your skin clapping together almost drowning the side of his deep, quiet voice.
"No!" Was the only thing you could force out, the tears brewing in your eyes finally spilling at once. You didn't know why you said no, were you letting him know them niggas never had a chance or were you tryna stop yourself from cumming all over his dick like how you wanted to, so badly.
It seemed to do the job for both.
"I know baby," he nodded curtly, "i know you daddy's bitch. I know you belong to me. Look at that pussy, wanna cum so bad. You wanna cum so bad, don't you pretty girl?"
"So pretty when you all fucked up and fucked out."
You nodded vigorously you were past the point of pleasure, you were somewhere floating, you couldn't feel solid ground beneath you if you wanted to. Words were no longer an option for you, he'd stole them many strokes ago.
"Yeah?" He moaned in response, hand squeezing firmer around your neck. "Cum on my dick baby, let me feel that shit. Don't hold back, give me all that shit."
That was all it took for a high pitched scream to come rumbling from your stomach, your eyes found themselves how they loved to be when he was inside of you; crossed. Your hands left your thighs, palms slamming flat against the seat beneath you, your nails scratching against the material. You saw colors you couldn't describe, the tension in your stomach seemingly dispersing right on que. this feeling was lightheaded, unsteady, but so so good.
But he continued on his own journey. Still fucking into you like his life depended on it. Grunting, groaning as he continued to chase his own high, the way you gripped and clenched around him as he fucked you through your orgasm was mind numbing to him. Your shit was way too good. Too good to be free. And if the sight of you getting fucked through your orgasm wasn't enough to get him to fill you up, your broken moans and whimpers sure were enough.
You couldn't take much more of this, pussy thumping as he continued to fuck you. You were completely overstimulated, coming him to cum as best as you could through your shaky, broken dialogue. ïżŒ
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted repeatedly, a serious if growls and groans rumbling from deep within in his chest spilling out as he rutted into you, he was there. You were too gone in your own head when he finally did fill you up. And fill you up he did. You couldn't hear him when he pulled out either, the only thing you did react to was the soft kisses he delivered to you afterwards.
"Push that shit out, baby, let me see it." He cooed to you, his large hands holding your thighs in place, you whimpered but obliged to what he said anyways, gently pushing out what he dumped into you moments earlier. "You such a nasty bitch," he murmured in a trance like state watching his seed leak out of you, peppering sweet, gentle kisses where he could on your face, contrary to the merciless strokes he was just giving to you.
The next few moments you took to try and steady yourself, bring you back to earth somehow. This nigga had fucked you into another dimension you were convinced. You were able to ground yourself once he got out, searching the bed of the pickup to find something to clean you up with.
You sighed once you were able to come back to, chest heaving, hair unruly, and your panties and shorts strewn about his truck. I'm such a dumb bitch.
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Conquer the Heart
Summary: Joel comes out - written for @romanarose Pride Event Week 1: Coming Out Word Count: 3,981 Pairing: Joel Miller x M! Reader Rating: Mature (but my blog is 18+ mdni) Warnings: vague descriptions of sex, fluff, kissing, conversations about sexuality, really that's it this is pretty much just sweet and fluffy with a tiny hint of spice Betas: @for-a-longlongtime and @perotovar who could have guessed? Love y'all <3 A/N: I just wanted to make Joel queer idk. Title from an Orville Peck song because of course
You donât know what possessed you to pay the $5 cover to check that place out. The Round-Up Saloon, perched on a street corner in downtown Austin. The outside was unassuming enough, but the neon lights and mechanical bull and rotating dance floor inside made it look like something straight out of Urban Cowboy.Â
There were all kinds of crowds. College kids and business casuals and actual cowboys. And itâs Austin, so all the sexualities were represented in one way or another as you took note of the couples at tables and on the dance floor. You couldnât really care about any of them, though, as soon as you laid eyes on him.Â
You were drawn to him and his broad shoulders and tight Wrangler blue jeans.Â
He was with a big group of women and men, all drinking and laughing and taking turns line-dancing with each other on the dance floor.Â
And to think you only stumbled into the honky tonk cowboy bar out of curiosity⊠It certainly wasnât your scene.Â
But youâd watched Joel dance with a few women with respectful hand placement, and then he danced with a man, and hope had bubbled up inside of you to the sound of Alan Jackson.Â
He was a little sweaty when you worked up the courage to talk to him, and his cologne masked all the alcohol and cigarettes in the air.
You plastered on a flirty smile and asked him if he could teach you some of his moves. When he looked taken aback and flustered, you backtracked.Â
âIâm sorry, I saw you dancing with that guyâ I didnât mean to assume.âÂ
âTommy? Thatâs my brother,â heâd explained, a little flushed in the face.Â
âOh! Shit, sorry, ignore me.â
But heâd caught your arm as you turned to hibernate for approximately 5-10 business days.Â
âI donât see no harm in teachinâ you.â
And so he did. And it was fun, and his hands on you were so warm you swear they branded his mark all over your skin.Â
A few songs, all background noise to the âheâs just straight, donât do thisâ mantra in your head, and he was leading you off the dance floor for another beer.Â
A friendly beer. Surely thatâs all it was.Â
But he was so friendly. He gave you pointers on how to dance, and then asked if youâre from around here, and then he was waving off his group of friends when they all announced their departure.Â
He asked you about your job, and you asked about his, and then the way his hands felt rough on the skin of your arm made more sense.Â
Maybe you were crazy, or the two beers you had were really getting to your head, but there was something so unspeakably electric between you. You felt it when heâd lean in closer to hear you, the way he touched your arm with the back of his bottle-filled fist, the way his hoppy breath ghosted across your cheek to reach your ear.
And then he said he should probably get home, and asked if he should walk you to your car, and maybe he wasnât straight, you thought, as he briefly placed his hand on your back to guide you through the packed bar.Â
And you really, really shouldnât have. But you asked for his number, and he put it in your shitty flip phone, and then you kissed him.Â
Right on the mouth. A quick peck that was so short you couldâve nearly pretended it was an accident.Â
He looked so stunned, and guilt boiled up in your stomach.Â
But heâd grabbed your wrist gently, and looked you in the eyes.Â
âIâm uh⊠I donât⊠I havenât ever done that.âÂ
âThat was your first kiss?âÂ
It was a joke, and thank god he laughed. His smile looked so fucking good under the shitty, flickering street lamps.Â
âCall me, okay?âÂ
And then he was gone. You thought about him the whole drive home, while you got undressed and ready for bed, as you fell asleep. You felt his touch in your dreams, and when you woke in the morning you could hardly believe he was real.Â
But his phone number was burning a hole in your cell phone. You stared at it on and off all Saturday long. What would you even say? Why did he even want you to call him, if heâd never even kissed a guy before? Did he just want a new drinking buddy?Â
The dread built up all day long, until it was late, and a sense of now or never goaded you into calling his number.Â
He answered, and you told him who you were, and heâd sounded so surprised to hear from you. He didnât think youâd want to see him again, after he embarrassed himself, and his admission made you balk.Â
You told him you were the one who felt embarrassed. He laughed at that. Said heâs a lot smoother with ladies, but you made him feel nervous. He said he wanted to meet up again.Â
And so you did.Â
Just a shitty diner for an early dinner on Sunday, unassuming enough. The chemistry you felt at the bar hadnât faded. If anything, it was so much more apparent now. The way he blushed when you flirted seemed less like the bad kind of gay panic. His foot kept nudging yours under the table.Â
He walked you to your car again, and then he kissed you, much less chaste than the night at the bar, with one big, rough hand on your neck and the other on your hip.Â
âThat was pretty good for only your second kiss,â youâd said.Â
He shrugged, a sheepish smile gracing his heated face.
âShould stick around and find out about the third.âÂ
And if you hadnât already been wrapped around his finger, he certainly secured the spot for you then.
He wasnât new to dating, but he was new to this, and it showed. He got pretty easily flustered around you. On your second date, he brought up his daughter for the first time like heâd forgotten he hadnât mentioned her before. A casual thing, talking about her getting ready to graduate high school.Â
âDoes Sarah know⊠who youâre on a date with?â
Joel shook his head.Â
âNot yet. No one does⊠Not even sure how to explain it to myself, if Iâm honest.â
You were patient with him. Itâs gotta be culture shock, living nearly 40 years of your life completely straight and having some random guy at a bar change that for you overnight.Â
You took things slow. You talked a lot over the phone, after Sarah went to sleep. He told you about his dating history, Sarahâs mom and only a few unserious flings after. You tried not to psychoanalyze him, but it makes a little bit of sense. Getting some girl pregnant at 19, marrying her, getting ditched with a toddler and a curt âgood luckâ and then raising her on your own?Â
No wonder he never questioned his sexuality. There was genuinely no time to.Â
At first, you thought you may just be a stepping stone. A news flash for him, an experiment, something fun for a season. It didnât bother you. Itâs happened before. But as your nightly talks got longer, and as you took each other out more and more often, it became clear that it wasnât like that.Â
You watched with fascination and adoration as Joel figured things out. It was so endearing when he asked if he should hold the door open for you, or if you should take turns. Likewise, when he held your hand in public for the first time, the way he asked your permission made your heart grow way too big for your rib cage.
Things werenât perfect, of course, but nothing ever is. You didnât get to see him as much as you ideally would. You were both busy during the work week, and he often had father duties on the weekends. Most of your dates were quick dinner bites when Sarah had a school thing, or an odd Saturday here or there when Sarah had a sleepover.Â
But that was quite enough for you. You werenât even looking for something when youâd met him. You didnât feel the need to move quickly when you hadnât planned on going anywhere in the first place.Â
And he was sweet, and quite self-aware.Â
âWish we could spend more time together,â heâd tell you over the phone, âI know this ainât the way things normally go.âÂ
But you liked him. So much. So it didnât bother you.
And, as the weeks passed by, he opened up more. He started asking you more pointed questions, like how you came out to those closest to, and what it was like. He asked if you were seeing other peopleâ itâs okay if you are, was just wonderinââ and then he asked you if you wanted to be together when you made it clear you werenât.Â
âLike⊠as boyfriend and boyfriend?âÂ
He chuckled, the deep gravel a familiar tone swimming through your landline with a nervous twinge to it.Â
âYeah, as boyfriend and boyfriend.âÂ
And he treated you right, and you got along with him so well, and he was so put together and responsible and respectful.Â
âIâd really like to be your boyfriend.âÂ
And his breath had hitched so loud it was caught by the receiver, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he told you that heâd really like that, too.Â
A few days after that, he told you Sarah would be gone all weekend, on a team trip for some hiking and kayaking and bonding.Â
âCould I stay at yours? I hate to invite myself, itâs justâ Tommyâs got no boundaries. Wouldnât want him barginâ in, yâknow, before I get to tell him.âÂ
You didnât mind one bit, aside from the mountain of laundry you had to fold in preparation for his arrival.Â
It was the first time youâd been truly alone with him. Your dates were always public, at least somewhat. And heâd kissed you, a ton, but thatâs as far as it had ever gone.Â
You definitely wanted him. Youâd wanted him since the very second you laid eyes on him at that cheesy honky tonk bar. But it was funny how nervous you were, even though your experience with men put Joelâs to shame.Â
It was a lot like high school, in the way you danced around each other at first. A movie on your couch, with his arm draped along the back of it. Readjusting to âget comfy,â inching, until the warmth of his body was pressed against yours and his arm dropped from the back of the couch to your shoulders.Â
His heartbeat was deafening, hard and fast, when youâd tucked your head against his chest. You moved your hand to his knee in the worldâs most intense match of The Nervous Game and feared for his cardiovascular health.Â
He said your name, and like it was the magic word, every single facade crumbled around you in an instant.Â
His kisses made your head spin, and the way his thick thighs felt under your own was addictive, and it was over before either of you realized it had started. Two sets of soiled pants and underwear thrown into your washing machine, along with the last of the pretenses. And then youâd dragged him to your bed.Â
The sex wasnât even your favorite part. The best was the morning after, and how you were plastered to his back as you woke up slow and easy. The way he held your arm to his stomach, even in his sleep. And the way you only got out of bed for food or bathroom breaks, a whole day with him, alone, uninterrupted.Â
Just as you started to worry that this was a one-time thing, at least for a while, Joel huffed beside you and nuzzled his head into your shoulder.Â
âI wanna come out. At least to Tommy ân Sarah. Sânot right, keeping you a secret like this when youâve been makinâ me so happy. I know youâd make them happy too.âÂ
You stroked his hair, and asked if he was sure, and though his pretty brown eyes looked wide and scared, his jaw was set with a determined nod.Â
So you devised a plan. Orâ Joel devised it, and asked for your input, and it all made you a bit giddy.Â
He had you over for dinner. Just as a friend, at first. Heâd ordered pizza and stocked beer and told Tommy and Sarah he was having a friend over.Â
You wondered if Tommy would recognize you from the bar, but if he did, he didnât show it. He just talked your ear off about Texas sports and old cars.
Sarah was⊠well, you understood why Joel could never seem to smile wide enough when he talked about her. She was so smart, and kind-hearted, and funny. You had a hard time keeping up, but the way Joel and Tommy were around her, you think she probably has that effect on most people.Â
It was a nice night, fun and easy conversation, good pizza, and a very competitive game of Boggle in which Sarah dominated.Â
And it was only a little bit difficult to spend the evening as just Joelâs friend, solely because of how easily you fit into his life. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops, that Joel wanted you to be a piece in his puzzle.Â
Sarah, so politely, excused herself to go to bed as it got later. The three of you left shuffled around, gathering game pieces and paper plates and empty cans, until you all eventually met back in the kitchen. Joel gave you a look, and you gave him a comforting smile right back, and it was like the roomâs air was replaced with water as he spoke up.
âTommy?â
âMmhmm?âÂ
The younger brother whipped around to face you both, sliding the leftovers into the fridge with a slice in his mouth.Â
âI uh⊠I wanted to let you know that Iâmâ that weâre, uh⊠Together?â
You watched as his dark eyes glazed over for a second, brow scrunched up in confusion. And then his gaze flickered from you to him, and back to you, and his eyes grew as big as saucers.Â
âNo kiddinâ?â
Joel laughed.Â
âSerious. Heâs my⊠Heâs my boyfriend.âÂ
Tommy swallowed his mouthful of pizza, wiped his mustache, and smiled. A genuine smile, sweet and warm, reaching his eyes.Â
âHermano, good for you. Thatâsâ Iâm happy for you.âÂ
He opened his arms and tugged Joel into a hug, and Joel grumbled something about Tommy getting pizza grease on his clothes, but he was smiling wide and relieved over Tommyâs shoulder.Â
But then Joelâs face got serious again as Tommy pulled away with a manly slap to his shoulder.Â
âSarah doesnât know yet. I wanted to make sure everyone got along first, yâknow?âÂ
And then Tommy was looking at you and rolling his eyes and chuckling.Â
âThink we all get along just fine. You should tell her soon.â
And Joel knew Tommy was right, but it didnât stop him from looking so anxious when Tommy left with another round of goodbye hugs.Â
âWhat are you most worried about?âÂ
You asked him because you knew there were many things to fret over, in his situation.Â
âJust that⊠Sheâs had this idea of me this whole time, yâknow? What if she sees me different, and then things change between us?âÂ
And god, that made your throat feel thick, and Joelâs eyes got a little misty, so you pulled him tight against you and let him sag into your hold.
âI know the feeling,â you told him, âbut I donât think you have to worry about that.â
âNo?â
You huffed a laugh and tangled your fingers in the curls at the back of his neck.Â
âYou mean everything to her. I can tell just by how she looks at you. Never seen a teenager like their dad that much.âÂ
And he laughed too, a little wet against your shoulder.Â
âWill you be there with me when I tell her? I donâtâ I donât think I can do it alone.â
Your lips found his bristly cheek and planted a kiss there, and you mumbled of course into the salty skin.
So you went home, with plans to come back the next day. This wasnât easy for you, either, dating a guy with a kid for the first time. You knew she liked you, at least, but that was a face value assessment. Would she mind you taking up more of her dadâs time? Would she mind you in their space every so often? Would she mind if you came around to her soccer games or science fairs or graduation, as her dadâs boyfriend, in front of all the other kids with nuclear families? Would she resent you for shaking up what they had?
You didnât get much sleep, thinking about it. You wondered if you should bring her some kind of gift, flowers or a trinket or something, but then youâd be trying too hard, right?Â
As you got ready the next morning, you thought about all the ways it could go wrong, but none of them really seemed realistic. Sarah was sweet, and intelligent, and surely if she did have reservations, theyâd be able to talk them through civilly.Â
Right?
You couldnât even listen to music on your way to their house. It was a silent fifteen minute drive with your nerves boiling over and spilling out, thinking of how awkward things could get.Â
But all of that kind of fell to the wayside when Sarah answered the door and said âI havenât seen you in foreverâ with a cheeky grin and those bright eyes she definitely got from Joel.Â
It felt cozy when you sat down at their kitchen table while they sipped their coffee and orange juice and Sarah told you both all about the English project she was working on. It put you at ease to ask her questions about things you have in common, and for all of you to mesh so well into a normal conversation.
But as it lulled, you noticed Joel getting restless, and you noticed Sarah noticing his uneasiness.Â
âDad, youâre acting weird in front of our company.âÂ
And while she was alway kind and respectful, she was still a teenager with a dorky dad.Â
âWell⊠I wanted to talk to you about somethinâ.â
She looked at him with her head tilted and her eyebrow raised.Â
âNow?â
She nodded her head toward you as she asked, and you couldnât blame her for being confused as to why he had to have a heart-to-heart with his âfriendâ visiting.Â
âYeah um⊠You know how youâre always tellinâ me I should get a life and start datinâ?â
Sarah laughed and looked at you.
âYeah, could you be his wingman? Itâs getting sad.âÂ
And you laughed, and Joel laughed, but it was a little forced, and Sarahâs smart, so you could read the confusion on her face.Â
âWhatâs this about, dad?â
Joel took a big, deep breath and took Sarahâs hand on the table. You watched her squeeze his fingers as her face twisted up in worry.Â
âHeâs myâ weâre dating. Heâs my⊠boyfriend.âÂ
The worry dissipated, and her eyes got wide and her lips pursed before her jaw slowly dropped with surprise.Â
âYou guys are together?âÂ
She looked over to you, then, and all you could do was give her a soft smile and nod.Â
âI know you might have some questionsââ
âHow long? When did you guys meet?âÂ
She looked back to Joel to answer, but you could see he was still reeling, with sweat saturating the curls at his temples.Â
âJust a couple months ago, he taught me how to dance to the Boot Scootinâ Boogie.â
She made a noise, like a scoff, and it made you wince.
âMonths!? Dad, why didnât you tell me?âÂ
You watched Joelâs eyes cloud withâ fear? Youâd never seen him look so scared.Â
âIâm sorry, babygirl. I justâ I guess I didnât know how. At first.âÂ
His voice trembled, and you watched Sarahâs lip quiver before she shot out of her chair and lunged toward her dad, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.Â
âI love you,â sheâd mumbled, like she knew it was what he needed to hear, because his shoulders slumped and his arms wrapped around her back.Â
You thought maybe you should look away. It felt real personal. But Joel had asked you to be here, and it was about you, too, as much as that fact made you want to burrow underground.Â
âYou could have told me sooner. I love boy talk.â
Her voice was muffled and heavy with tears, but Joel chuckled all the same through his own misty gaze.Â
âI didnât know you liked boys.âÂ
She pulled away but didnât go far, letting her hands squeeze his biceps as she looked to him for an answer.Â
âMe neither,â he shrugged, âI like this boy, though. A lot.âÂ
And he got this goofy smile on his face, even though it was a little wet, and he looked at you, and you felt so awkward but so head over heels.Â
âOkay, well, you still should have told me. I wouldâve been on the porch cleaning Uncle Tommyâs shotgun when he pulled up.âÂ
Joel groaned and covered his face but you couldnât help the laughter that bubbled up out of you.Â
âWhat are your intentions with my father?â
And though her tone was joking, her eyes grew soft as she waited for an answer.Â
âI guess I just wanna make him happy. Because he makes me happy. If thatâs alright with you?âÂ
She sat back down and rested her chin in her hand, with her lips pursed again as she thought.Â
âSarah, you can have time to thinkââ
âDeal.âÂ
She extended her hand out to you from across the table, and you took it eagerly to shake on it. But after an appropriate amount of handshake time, she didnât let your hand go.Â
âYou have to come over for movie nights now.âÂ
âI can do that.â
âAnd I have to make sure your taste in movies doesnât suck before I let you pick one.â
âThatâs fair.â
âALSOââ
âSarah,â Joel interrupted, âthis isnât how deals work. You canât add stuff while heâs still shaking your hand.âÂ
âAs I was saying,â Sarah rolled her eyes, squeezing your hand tighter, âyou have to treat him right. He acts all tough but heâs just a softy.â
âOh Christ,â Joel huffed.Â
âNo, she has a point,â you told him with a smirk, âI promise I will, Sarah.â
Her eyes narrowed at you, but then she grinned, and finally let go of your hand.Â
So yeah, you really really like Joel Miller. Youâre never happier than you are when you spend the evening at his house, snuggled up on one side of him while Sarahâs snuggled up to the other, watching some movie Sarahâs usually the one to pick.Â
Or when you meet him and Tommy at Sarahâs soccer game, and he greets you with a smile and lifts the bill of your Miller Contracting hat youâve stolen to peck your lips.Â
Or when youâre in your own kitchen, making his coffee, and you feel sleepy arms wrap around your waist and a sleep warm kiss at the nape of your neck.Â
Really, as long as youâre with Joel, youâre the happiest youâve ever been. And if those three little words slip out one day soon, well, there isnât a single thing that makes you think Joel would be surprised by them.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller x you#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fluff#joel miller fanfic#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#OscarPedroPrideEvent2024
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pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader
summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.
warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor
a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know đ! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!
it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.
protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the âresurrection of the devilâ. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.
ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hankâs, as he didnât seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hankâs mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.
recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.
her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a womanâs average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.
connor never identified such features actively before. hell. heâs never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.
hank had seemed to notice connorâs slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.
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âconnor⊠look bud. itâs really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, thatâs all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food⊠anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.â hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connorâs questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.
âwell lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-â.
âyou better not be going where i think youâre going connor. weâre talking about you here! not me. got it!?â hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connorâs face.
âgot it.â connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hankâs grumpy rambling to the kitchen.
the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety.Â
no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.
how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.
he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers.Â
would her breath hitch?
would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?
would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?
the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didnât need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his bodyâs reaction.Â
connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state.Â
getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment.Â
reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.
just how would she act?
would she be obedient?
would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?
he unbuttoned his pants.
would she be embarrassed?
muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him.Â
fuck.
would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?
his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.
how would she sound?
how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?
he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own âimaginationâ.
he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.
her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.
the scent of their arousal mixed together.
the way she'd say his name.
fuck.
connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands.Â
he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.
he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.
#dbh connor#rk800 x reader#connor x reader#dom!connor#sub!reader#female!reader#chubby!reader#short!reader#detroit become human#connor imagine#connor x y/n#connor x you#connor smut
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Rec List: Short Fics!
This month, I asked you for your favourite fics under 5,000 words -- and y'all showed up! We have eighteen amazing quick reads for your perusing pleasure, including four rarepairs and one girl direction. We've got hot smut, we've got aliens, we've got two different soulmate goose fics? I didn't know those were a trope but I love it already.
Please join me in reading, kudosing, commenting, reblogging, and celebrating all these lovely authors capturing so much emotion and story and description in just a few entrancing pages.
Talk Body All Night by Anonymous (3005, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Use of safeword to stop a scene
Hot OT5 smut with Niall as pov. Niall is new to BDSM and he ends up tapping out. He feels frustrated with himself, but his boyfriends are all 110% supportive of his needs and desires.
Reccer says: Excellent handling of D/S dynamics, it deals really well with someone overwhelmed with multiple partners
Louis and the no good, very bad day by haztobegood (4537, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
Louis collapses back into the bed with a groan. Just when he thought his day couldnât get any worse, thereâs a fucking goose stuck on his balcony.
Reccer says: Absolutely love the soulmate goose concept! This fic was so silly and so much fun to read!
Thatâs the way love goes by bella28 (4202, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
In a world, where soulmate geese are sent to the people who canât figure out who their soulmate is, Harry finds himself stuck with a goose when he is attending a concert of his favourite artist Louis Tomlinson.
Reccer says: This is the first soulmate goose fic in our fandom! And it was an utter delight to read! Thankful to this writer for bringing the concept to us!
Hot to Go! by allwaswell16 (2353, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
When Harry does something weird at the barricade, he leaves Louisâ show devastated and hoping he can somehow make things right.
Reccer says: Absolutely hilarious and charming!
Stray by haztobegood (1713, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles) â fic post
Zayn and Harry hook up at a club before Zayn returns him to Louis.
Reccer says: So so hot and dreamy and kinky
Soup, Sex, and Sun Salutations by littleroverlouis (2315, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Louis is bribed with the promise of brownies to spend the summer solstice with Harry in his backyard. Between the special ingredient taking effect and Harry dancing in the sunshine, Louis is overwhelmed in the best way.
Reccer says: This fic somehow makes you feel high without taking any substances. Warm and wonderful.
someday, girl, weâre gonna get to that place by yeah_alright (2912, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
Harry's been drawn to pantyhose since he was a kid. If only he could stop taking every snag and run personally.
Reccer says: It's so soft and comforting!
a night like this by momentofclarity (3915, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
Meeting Louis made Harry sure she likes girls. Harry's nervous to see her again.
Reccer says: I don't remember the specifics unfortunately I just remember loving it so much!
see or touch or use by jishler (3733, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
He gathered Harryâs hands in his own. âGood boy,â said Louis. He kissed a knuckle and looked up at Harry, who seemed to be drifting somewhere between a haze of tenderness and the kind of arousal that made him shudder, gag, beg for more. Exactly where Louis liked to keep him. He gave Harryâs hands back to him, placing them at his sides.
Reccer says: tender and gentle and HOOOO so hot!
Like You Did Before, Sing a New Song by larenthood (4700, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Louis motorboats Harry on a drunken dare. Harry really wants to do it again.
Reccer says: Intimate and loving!
Feel Your Way by kingsofeverything (3445, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
Louis Tomlinson tries to meet some colleagues for drinks and winds up meeting Harry Styles instead. Harry Styles: famous singer, songwriter, and actor, as well as the source material for the folder of wanking fodder entitled âhiddiesâ that Louis keeps hidden on his laptop.
Reccer says: Great mix of flirting and hotness and humor and surprise
Let's get physical by Kerasines (3500, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Alien!Harry tries to adapt to the strange aspects of the human form.
Reccer says: wonderful exploration of desire
Thesis Management by LadyLondonderry (2600, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Harry's got an assignment due and it's the full moon.
Reccer says: Funny and charming!
Use You As A Warning Sign by jiksa (2200, Mature, Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson) â fic post
Nick and Louis get trapped in a closet for seven minutes in heaven/hell.
Reccer says: Such great tension and dynamics!
Take Care by everysingleday (4900, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Harryâs exhausted and needy and Louis loves him entirely too much to ever say no.
Reccer says: Tender kink!
Us, Me, We by homosociallyyours (2300, Explicit, Harry Styles/Harry Styles) â fic post
High on shrooms, Harry has an encounter with someone who looks a lot like him, and it opens him up a lot of new perspectives. They're very pretty.
Reccer says: It's a beautiful, sensual self exploration!
Watermelon Sugar High by rosemarianthyme (2200, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Resting right between his legs, the long slice open and juicy and red and his fingers pressed just so, it looked to his wine-hazy brain like a cunt. Like it could be /his/ cunt. (In which Harry Styles fingers a watermelon.)
Reccer says: So visceral and unbelievably hot
To Be Real by Throwthemflowers (3900, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Inspired by The Velveteen Rabbit
Reccer says: Incredibly moving. So much beauty and hurt and tenderness packed in.
#rec list#short fics#category 15#one direction#louis tomlinson#liam payne#harry styles#niall horan#zayn malik#1dficvillage#1d rare pairs#1dsource#allwaswell16#alwaysxlarrie#ficsfor4am#tracksintheam#trackinghome#hlficlibrary#hlcreators#girl direction source
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Mission Report
Warnings: power imbalance, blood, and some untagged dark elements.
Summary: James is unhappy about the last mission.
Note: please leave some feedback and reblog. It's just a short drabble but I do enjoy chatting it up with y'all. Love yas.
James Conrad is a complicated man, but so easy to read. When he's unhappy, everyone knows it. His silence isn't unusual but it's different, and that tick in his cheek is assurance of pending consequence. Â
"Dismissed." He declares. The first word he's spoken in the last hour. Â
You don't blame him. There's holes in his shirt where bullets glanced by him. Friendly fire in the frantic scene of defense. Â
Gaston doesn't look at his boss, the man he almost ended with his own misfire, and the others are deathly quiet as they back away from the table and shuffle out. You follow but not quick enough. Conrad calls you back. Â
You stop in the doorway and glance over your shoulder. You just want to be alone in your cot. You're no less culpable than the rest for the chaos. Â
Conrad found you huddled behind a tree. Â
"Where's your sidearm?" He asked as he wrenched you up by your elbow.Â
Sure, you know how to aim and fire, but you're a medic, not a mercenary. Your pistol was lost in the mud along with your courage.Â
"Sir," you face him.Â
"Close the door," he orders you.Â
You obey. You push until the mechanism catches. He leans forward and winces, a small his escaping through his teeth. He reaches over his head and tugs at the back of his collar. He strips away his tattered shirt and throws it on the metal table.Â
He doesn't need to give his next command. You have a job so you do it. You rest your hand on the kit that rests against your hip. You lift the thick strap over your head as you approach the table.Â
You put the kit down and unzip it. He's silent. Still. He pushes back the chair, anglong towards you. Along with the small nicks of bullet grazes are black streaks of gun powder.Â
You take a sterilizing wipe and bend to clean away the dry blood and dirt. He doesn't even flinch. His inaction, his silence, is throttling.Â
You clear your throat as you unwrap an adhesive bandage. The large patch is big enough to cover the breadth of one side of his rib cage. He won't need stitches thankfully. Â
As you press it into place, he sighs. Â
"You panicked," he says.Â
You're too ashamed to look him in the face.Â
"Panic gets people killed."Â
You weren't the only one, yet you're the only one he kept behind.Â
"Yes, sir." You utter.Â
"A squeamish medic, what use is that to me?" He says.Â
"Not much," you resign and you stand straight, keeping your chin down. "Sorry, sir."Â
"Sorry won't unfuck what just happened," he growls.Â
You're quiet as you think. You nod. "Should I pack up?"Â
"I didn't say so," he tuts and crosses his arms, leaning back on the metal chair as his chest bulges.Â
Youâre confused, scared even. The anger roils off of him.Â
âWhat use are you to me dead?â He asks pointedly.Â
You shrug. He huffs again.Â
âLook at me,â he insists.Â
Your eyes flick up and meet his, steely and blue. He slowly unfolds his arms and sits up. You watch him, uncertain, and he reaches to flutter his fingers against yours.Â
âYou are much to pretty to be bleeding in the muck,â he drawls. âFrom here are on out, you are suspended from field duties.âÂ
His long fingers trace yours more firmly and he encases your hand in his. You twitch, paralysed by his unexpected gesture. He raises your hand as he leans forward. He nuzzles between your knuckles as your eyes round. What is he doing?Â
âIâve use of you elsewhere.â He presses his lips against the back of your hand, heat spattering across your flesh.Â
âSir.âÂ
âSay âyes, Captainâ and go warm my cot,â he grits as he lets you go. âI will find you once Iâve finished my cognac.âÂ
âYes...Captain,â your voice piques sharply as you drag your soles back stiffly. You blink and turn away from him, staggering in the haze of disbelief. James Conrad is truly a complicated man. Much more than you could ever predict.Â
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from the inbox, #14
It's been some time since I answered some asks from our inbox. Here's some quick answer with links to our Tags Page.
I was wondering if y'all have any time loop recs. Just wondering if there's anything out there in that vein
The first fic that comes to mind is Second Verse, Same as the First by oatmeal_queen. This is a classic Groundhog day fic. We also have #meddling!gabriel tag and some in some fics Gabriel traps Dean and Cas in some other reality. It's not exactly a time loop, but they do realize that something is not right.
The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass by ireallyhatecornnutsÂ
Destiel, Actually by bloodism
Trope Springs Eternal by violethazeÂ
Do you know any fics where cas is a baseball player?
We sure do! Check out our athlete!cas tag and A Fine Line by cloudyjenn!
Hi, is there any recomendations for super hero Dean? (Guess who watches the other kripke show
Check our #superheroes tag! And a quick tag search on AO3 brought up this fic:
one little Soldier Boy, left all alone by Castielslostwings [NC-17, 57,000 word count]
Known to the world as the all-American superhero called "Soldier Boy", Dean was raised by Vought International to be exactly that and nothing more. His life is all fame, fortune, and fucking. Objectively awesome, right up until the moment when he's accosted in an elevator by someone claiming to be his brother, a man who insists that Dean's entire life has been built on a lie, and what happens next changes everything. As if unraveling his true identity while on the run from his former employersâand the closest thing he's ever had to familyâisn't enough, Dean's brainwashed best friend (who he is definitely not in love with, thanks) is hot on his trails with marching orders to take him out for good. What's a devilishly handsome superhero with a dick the size of his forearm to do?
Hi, I'm fairly new to the Destielfanfic scene and I wanted help on how to find specific kidfics where Dadstiel and dad!Dean's children are Claire and Jack. Can you help me please đ„č
Welcome to destiel and dadstiel! Fics with Dean and Cas raising their kids, together or separately, are tagged with #kid!fic tag on our blog. Feel free to browse all 10 pages of destiel kidfics, and when you are done with them, check out a brand new fic collection on AO3, Dadstiel Minibang 2024.
Hi! Iâve been hunting for a fic where Cas has chaotic Misha energy. Iâve checked hipster!Cas and fuckup!Cas tags but havenât found one yet. Any suggestions?
Those are good tags to look through, but maybe they don't really capture Misha's chaotic energy. But then gain, what does? Check out #2014!cas tag which has non- depressive AU fics where Castiel's characterization was inspired by the endverse Cas. There's also a #snarky!cas tag.
It's hard to capture Misha's chaotic energy through Castiel's character, and it will always be a YMMV kinda thing. Here's a short rec list of some fics that capture at least some of his character better known traits.
And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets (Cas loves poetry)
Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider by emwebb17 (Cas is a daring explorer)
Fearsonâs floating cigarette. by orange_crushed (Cas is kind)
Freebies and Oak Trees by violue (unconventional celebrity Cas)
Go Down With This Ship by PorcupineGirl (Cas is self confident)
Lovingly Crafted and Tenderly Packaged by janie_tangerine (Cas is kind and caring)
One White Lie by komodobits (Cas is bad at lying)
Try-Something Tuesday by almaasi (Cas surprises Dean)
The Wish Machine by justkeeponwriting (Cas is selfless)
Destiel fanworks on AO3 - 118,470Â (October 12, 2024)
You can find previous From The Inbox posts here.
If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!
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The Professor Part 3 đ
Warnings: entire series 18+, a little fluff/angst, mentions of sex, kissing
Author's note: I am NOT condoning teachers and students having a relationship like this. This is just my reminder that this is a story made up in my brain. I hope y'all enjoy 𫶠Grammy U Jake sent me into an absolute SPIRAL!!!! I know these parts are shorter but I can't give you all the details at once- gotta leave you wanting more đ
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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You wake up, fully nude, wrapped in your sheets and an empty bed. How foolish were you to think that he would stay?
You roll over and find a few Tylenol on your nightstand with a glass of water. You quickly swallow down the pills and wrap the sheet around you as you step into the chilly hallway.
You wander to the kitchen and find a plate of scrambled eggs with your favorite veggies. A note sits next to it.
You smile as you run back to your room and snag your phone off the charger. You throw on a pair of underwear and an oversized sweatshirt. You add his number to your contact list and open a new text message.
You:
Hi, thank you for breakfast! That was very sweet of you! :)
You lock your phone and toss it off to the side on the counter. Grabbing your plate, you snuggle up on your couch and put on your favorite movie. You were pleased to find that the eggs were still warm and tasted phenomenal!
It passes into late evening and you are still snuggled up in your oversized sweatshirt. Your sister stopped by during lunch to chat but you didn't see the need in changing clothes. Your hair is now a mess in a bun atop your head. You have a notebook and some pencils scattered around you as you heard a knock at your door. You look out the small window next to your front door and see Jacob standing on your porch.
You quickly dart to your room and throw on a pair of shorts before running back to the door. You open it and he turns around to face you, hands stuffed into his pockets. He dressed in baggy jeans that have been patched in countless spots and a dark blue button down. His same necklaces hang around his neck.
"Hey, sorry to pop by. I sent you a text but you didn't amswer. I, uhh, think I lost my wallet here last night." He stands there nervously. Such a change in attitude from last night.
You swing your door open wider for him to enter. "Oh, absolutely! Sorry I haven't been on my phone at all today!" You say, jutting your thumb in the direction of your living room. "I will go check my room really quick."
You head towards your bedroom to search for his wallet. Meanwhile, he steps further into your living room. Approaching the back of your couch, he notices a few sketches strewn across the coffee table and a new one you were working on. He picks up your notebook to get a closer look. It looks like the most beautiful forest scene with a archway in the distance. Every line so intricate and detailed. He carefully sets the sketchbook back down where it was before and looks up to the tv.
The movie you had chosen right before he got here was The Breakfast Club. He turns around, arms crossed, leaning on the back of the couch as you approach. He takes in your appearance and your cheeks flush. You wave the wallet between your fingers. "Found it! It was under the bed, must have gotten kicked under there when- uhh-" you trail off and hand it to him.
He plucks the leather from your hand and tucks it into his back pocket. "Thank you!" You both stand in silence for a few moments before he breaks the silence. "Well, I better let you get back to your night. You are a very skilled artist by the way. I hope you don't mind me snooping a little." He smiles bashfully.
"Oh, um, thank you! I just draw for fun! I actually love literature!" You bounce onto the balls of your feet nervously.
His eyes light up when you say that. "We all have our own creative outlets! Have a good night, Y/n." He says with a soft smile as he makes his way to your door.
.....
You wake up early the next day, wanting to gather everything around for your last first day of classes. After throwing everything into your bag, you decide to throw your sketchbook in as well in case you have any down time between classes. Most of your first day would be spent going over the syllabus and layout of the class moving forward anyways. You were already prepared. You had started on most of the online assignments weeks ago.
After driving to your favorite coffee shop, you order your favorite, an iced pumpkin cream chai tea latte. The first sip is just what you needed to get you through the rest of the day!
You decide that the walk to your first class isn't super far and head towards the direction of the North side of campus where most of your classes were held.
You threw your headphones in and started the trek, humming along to all of your favorite songs.
You pull open the doors to the lecture hall and find a seat right in the middle of the tiered rows. You set your coffee down and begin pulling out anything you think you may need for the morning. Your first two classes were back to back in the same room so that made it easy!
Your first class was rather boring, spent writing down a few notes and went by fairly quickly. You felt like you could actually get through this semester with very little hiccups.
.....
A few of your friends piled into the seats next to you for your second class. You all chatted mindlessly while discussing your class schedules. As the rest of the class shuffled into the room, your eyes looked around to see new and old faces.
Your gaze landed on a figure with his back to you. He had shoulder length brown hair that was ever so slightly naturally curled. A black velvet jacket hugged his top half with dark jeans and black boots to match on the bottom. He was having a conversation with the professor from your first class. You figured maybe it was a student that had some questions and you turned back to your laptop in front of you.
A loud clap from the front of the room made you jump and look to find the source. As you sipped your coffee, you inhaled a gasp and started coughing. Your eyes were wide as you made eye contact with the man that stood in your home just last night. Jacob.
His expression, however, remained calm and he smiled as he introduced himself. "Welcome, welcome. If you don't know me, I am Professor Oliver Reed. Those that know me well call me Jacob." His eyes dart up to you quickly before scanning the rest of the room. "But you may call me Professor. Welcome to-" he turns to write on the board behind him, "'Ancient Greek Mythology and Religion'."
You didn't take any notes during his entire lecture. You couldn't move other than following him as he walked around the room, wildly gesturing with his hands when he talked about what projects you would be working on.
Befofe you knew it, you were mindlessly packing up the rest of your belongings. The rest of your friends hurrying off to their next lectures. You had a few hours until your next set of classes. You glanced down to the front of the room and he had a book open with one of the students, pointing to specific points to note.
You noticed that you were the last one in the room to leave and you made your way down towards him at the podium. Just get this over with.
"Professor Reed," you cleared your throat. His focus is pulled to you as he tucks his hair behind his ear.
"Y/n," he whispers out in a breath. "I- I- didn't know that you were a student. My apologies. I understand if this is an uncomfortable situation for you."
"Jacob," you slip out before correcting yourself. "Sorry, Professor- Sir." You stammer. Your cheeks blushing at the name. "I, want to succeed in this class. I don't want our, um- I don't want that to affect my scores in this class."
He gives you a soft smile, "Y/n, I assure you that I will have an astute level of professionalism. My office hours are daily at 12-2pm. Unfortunately I have to run to my next lecture. We can continue this conversation with any concerns that you may have then. Again, my apologies." This side of him takes you back a little. A man living nearly two separate lives.
"Absolutely, thank you, Professor." You nod your understanding and turn to leave. Your breath is shakey and your legs feels wobbly under his gaze as you ascend the stairs.
The next few hours are a blur. You are jumping from class to class and finally feel like you have a moment to breathe by the time it hits 12pm. Shit. You haul yourself back to to the North side of campus in search for his office.
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Three quick knocks on his door. He stands up from his large desk that goes all the way to the floor and strides over to open the door wide. "Y/n, come in!" He closes the door lightly behind you after putting a sign on his door that says 'In a meeting'. You take a seat and he rounds his desk, quickly minimizing a few screens and pulling up a fresh blank document to type any notes on. Your eyes are glued to his open button up; the same necklaces around his neck. Your mind races back to two nights ago, his necklaces tickling your chest as he thrust into you.
"What can I help you with?" His voice cuts through your thoughts.
"Oh- I-," you sit there flustered. "I guess I'm a little confused. Oliver?" You question.
He sees that this is not about the first day of classes but more of clearing the air between the two of you. "Ahh, yes. Jacob is my first name, but professionally, I thought Oliver was a much better fit. Jacob Oliver Reed." He folds his hands on the desk in front of him.
You nod, pursing your lips and thinking. "Jacob, sorry, Professor-" he holds up a finger to stop you mid sentence.
"Y/n, I had an amazing night with you. Truly. Hell I would probably keep whatever this is...." he pauses, "-whatever this was going if you weren't a student. But for the sake of my job and professionalism, it cannot continue. I hope you understand that. I can assure you that you will be graded just as any of my other students. This won't affect you or your grade at all. But," he pauses, "you are more than welcome to call me Jacob outside of class. You did know me prior to this as Jacob."Â
You feel hurt. You knew this was bound to happen. You honestly couldn't think that he would want to still see you after realizing you were his student, right?
"Thank you, for the reassurance. I didn't know. I wouldn't have- I don't normally-" you fumble over your words. You want to smack your forehead with how he already has you flustered.
His smile makes you huff out a nervous laugh. "Y/n, I didn't think you were that type either. It was....a night of revelry."
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After about an hour of discussion and airing it all out, you announce that you have to head to your next class. You both stand and he follows you to the door. He places a hand on the doorknob, but before you leave, he is grabbing the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth. Grabbing his velvety black jacket, you pull him into you, feeling his hard cock against his jeans. His firm hands grab your waist tightly. Your hands wander to his throbbing length and stroke it a few times over his jeans. A breathy moan flowing from his mouth.
He breaks away from the kiss. "Fuck, sorry, I just can't get enough of you, Y/n. You're going to be trouble. Gonna send me straight to Hell." You are both panting. You place one small kiss on his lips with a wicked smile before grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door open. Leaving him hot and bothered in his doorway.
"Thank you, Professor." You shoot him a wink and are out of his sight in a moment.
He shuts the door behind him and braces himself against the wall. Pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Palming his hard cock through his jeans he grabs his phone out of his back pocket.
Jacob:
I just need to know if it's mutual.
You:
You can stop by tonight. Bring me dinner. And we can discuss more.
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Author's note: this is exactly how I evision Professor Jake to look
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Part 4
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I need all of you to read this (#1)
So Iâve been thinking about some of my absolute favorite fanfics, and just why they always stick with me. And I want to share that with you guys here, even if only five people see this post.
To start off this new series:
Word count: 2.8k
Rating: T+
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
This is a merthur fic about Merlin and Arthur running away from Camelot and living their own destiny. I found it years ago, and it scratches this itch I have for fics that are poetic and angsty and a quick punch in the face. The writing flows like water through each scene so beautifully, that it feels like a painting. You can feel the writer painting each brushstroke in their sentences, and paragraphs are built like layers of paint stacked on top of each other.
This fic also paces itself wonderfully. Itâs short and sweet, and doesnât spend too much of its time on extraneous details. Rather, its focus is on creating an emotion in the text. It's a great example of 'show don't tell', and the story comes alive with how the author describes the surrounding world and how Merlin and Arthur affect it.
Some beautiful quotes from this fic:
"One day Merlin wakes to find Arthur leaning on a spade with his hair in a bun at the nape of his neck. It has grown shaggy and falls just beyond his ears, but Merlin thinks he looks more like a king now than he ever did back in Camelot." "They vow to live in the places where time is thin and can be torn apart with their bare hands and they never breathe a word of it to anyone else."
This fic is a 10/10, and I always find myself coming back to it when I want to read something that balances the serious and dramatic undertones of the show with something warm and fluffy đ«¶
I'll probably keep adding to this series so uh if y'all enjoy this lmk! Stay saucy!
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Let's talk about Miles G./Prowler Miles and his characterization in fanfics/headcanons
I'm gonna refer to him as 42-Miles throughout this analysis btw
Fairly short post, about 1.1k words with pictures and gifs to help explain <3
Summary: I'm gonna analyze his characterization as being angry/aggressive, I'm gonna talk about his backstory a little bit and compare him to the original Prowler and then I'm gonna rant about his sexualization a little bit as well.
1. Characterizing him as angry/aggressive
Most of the fanfictions/headcanons that I've read treat 42-Miles like a thug. They act like he would be overly aggressive toward the reader/y/n and often characterize him as slightly misogynistic and a bully. One question. HOW? I genuinely don't understand where people get these headcanons from. You're telling me that this guy, who is literally the exact same person as Miles Morales, would be a cheating, narcissistic asshole who needs to be fixed by some random girl? Are you kidding me? Do y'all think RIO MORALES would've allowed that to happen to her son? HELL NO.
This hispanic lady?? BFFR
In the scene between Miles and 42-Rio, we see her asking him to get groceries, cracking jokes with him and just having an absolutely lovely mother-son dynamic. Its because of this that I think that he's actually a sweet, kind boy who's just trying his best to take care of his family. This little thing that he and his mom have going on proves that 42-Miles is not a bad kid. He's a genuinely nice guy who was thrown into a crappy situation.
As for his whole "You can call me the Prowler" persona, that's obviously just a setup. Miles did the same thing in the first movie when he met Peter B. Parker. He tied him up to a punching bag and put on a slightly deeper voice to confront him. 42-Miles did the exact same thing. He tied up Miles to a punching bag and did his best to intimidate him with the claw and the voice. He's just trying to look cool in front of his twin, guys. He's not that way normally. If anything, he's just gonna be a slightly more depressed version of Miles, but he's still Miles.
Its practically the same scene.
This type of characterization happens a lot towards edgy black males in the media. The same thing happens with Hobie Brown. He's portrayed as cool, a rule-breaker and a punk and immediately, people characterize him as dirty and violent which are nasty stereotypes targeted towards African-Americans. 42-Miles is portrayed as intimidating and edgy and immediately people are quick to say that he would be an asshole and that he would be a bad boy which are also horrible stereotypes. This is blatant racism and its not cute or fun to read. If you want him to be aggressive in your fanfictions, give him an actual reason to be aggressive. Don't just assume that he would be, because if you really think about it, he wouldn't.
2. Calling him a murderer (The original prowler didn't kill people)
A lot of the fanfictions/headcanons that I've read that involved 42-Miles treat him like a murderer and romanticize the idea of him being a criminal. Authors write stories about him violently murdering thugs and beating people up for no reason. Any f.f. involving his identity as the Prowler usually has a killing scene written in or an implied murder scene.
It has been confirmed that 42-Miles is gonna be an anti-hero. Now the Aaron Davis version of the Prowler did kill people. However, he wasn't an anti-hero. If we're going to compare 42-Miles to a Prowler, we need to compare him to Hobie Brown, who was the original Prowler.
Hobie Brown was also an anti-hero who actually helped Spider-man multiple times throughout the comics. He never killed anyone and after trying to lead a life of crime, he actually ended up quitting. This suggests that 42-Miles would be similar if not the same, because its confirmed that he's fighting against the Sinister Six, and isn't a "villain" and therefore would not kill anyone.
He's also 15 years old. Why are people acting like a 15 year old would be a murderer? There is no way this 15 year old kid is going out into the streets and beating up thugs. This guy was supposed to be Spider-man, remember? He fights for justice and he fights against real villains, like Doc Ock, Scorpio, Rhino, all villains who are confirmed to exist in Earth-42.
This headcanon is extremely inaccurate and people really need to chill out on the whole "Prowler" aspect of his character, because he's still Miles. He isn't a whole new character. He's literally Miles Morales in a different font, and he's not gonna be a murderous maniac.
3. Sexualizing him (he's a minor!?!?!)
I'd say about 70-80% of the 42-Miles fanfictions that cross my feed contain smut. People age up Miles, not for the plot, not for the headcanons, but just to write smut.
Personally, when I read a fan fiction or a headcanon about a character, I imagine them in my head when I do. I genuinely read the fan fiction like it would be played out with the character. So to me, people who are writing these smutty fan fictions are imagining a minor in their head while doing these things. This is absolutely insane to me.
Now I know a lot of people are gonna come for me for saying this because "if you don't wanna read it then just scroll" and "he's aged up so its okay" but this is normalizing pedophilia.
Once again, I see the same thing happening with Hobie. Why? Once again, casual racism. People see an edgy black male and they immediately assume he'd be super sexual. The people writing smut about Miles are the same way. They see an attractive black teen and the first thing that pops up in their mind is "I'd let him fuck me." He's 15 years old. No one should be writing smut about this kid. He doesn't do anything sexual in the movie, he doesn't have a confirmed love interest, he was literally on screen for two minutes. Stop treating black characters like sex toys and enjoy their damn storylines.
I explained more on the sexualization of black characters in the media in this post here if you want to read more into it or still feel a little unsure about my analyzation. I included sources as well <3
This guy is a tired CHILD. LOOK AT HIS EYE BAGS
As for the whole "aging up" thing, aging up a character for a fan fiction and aging them up for smut are two very different things. I've read 42-Miles fanfictions where they age him up, but they actually add to the plot. This one fanfiction I read (I'll link it if I find it) aged him up to create a officer x criminal trope, which I found absolutely adorable. They were able to write an amazing story with zero smut. Compare this to people who are saying "I'm aging him up to 18 <3" and its just 4000 words of straight, gut-wrenching smut.
This genuinely disgusts me. I don't know if its just me who feels this way about his sexualization, but its so icky to think about. You're taking a literal child and imagining yourself doing all these things with him and posting it for the rest of the world to see. A lot of the people who write these fanfictions are 18+ which baffles me as well.
Stop sexualizing minors and stop aging up characters just for smut. It's messed up.
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so youâre taking requests. . . đł how do we feel about a fic with Luz just being a biiig softie? heâs such a wiseass all the time, Iâd love to see your take on him maybe being more vulnerable and relaxed and emotional in an x reader if youâre up for it (I love the way you were able to characterize Liebgott in your most recent fic) <3 fluff, angst, smut or any other angle youâd wanna go with, totally up to you!
In her arms - George Luz x F!Reader
Okay, so I had already had an idea like this in my drafts and squealed when I read your request! I really, really hope I did him justice and this is what you want/like! If you want a redo please let me know! <3 Please enjoy @littleyankspitfire :)
Summary: George accompanies Malarkey into town after the bombing in Bastogne, needing to see Reader before he entirely falls apart.
Warnings: angst, mentions of war/death/violence, cursing, George is a frazzled mess and just needs to be held, fluffy ending.
A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.
A/N pt 2: I was going to make this have smut but the more I wrote the more I just wanted him to be cuddled and loved. George deserves so much. Might think of a way to do a part 2 with some lovin' for our boy. I hope y'all enjoy this! Please comment, like, reblog <3 <3 <3
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George and Malarkey entered the medic tent like zombies. Neither speaking, just going off of some internal compass pointing them towards their desired destination. Malarkey veers off to the right where Buck is laying on a cot, his eyes as vacant as theirs. George wanders up and down the rows, looking for a familiar face but starts to lose hope when he comes up short. Eventually he gently grabs the arm of a nurse walking by.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone." He gives her name and waits.
"Who's asking?" She gives him a skeptical stare and straightens her back.
"I'm George Luz with Easy Company. We're friends." He watches as she relaxes.
"Oh, I've heard of you. She's suppose to be resting for a few hours. Down the road on the left, third building, second floor, first door on the right." She gives him a quick smile and then hurries off in the direction she was originally going.
George follows her direction and soon enough, he's in front of the door. Two deep breathes later and he gives a sharp knock. He waits a beat and then knocks again, calling out to her. There's sounds of movement inside the room and then the door is pulled open. For a moment George feels guilty, having obviously disturbed her much needed nap, but the way he feels like he can finally breathe after seeing her chases the guilt away.
"Hey doll." He tries for his usual upbeat greeting but it comes out almost painful. Her eyes scan his face, a deep frown forming.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
He opens his mouth to answer, but doesn't know what to say. Everything is wrong. Physically I'm fine but everything else is hurt. Before he can finish his thought, his vision is blurred with tears and a quiet sob escapes. As the next one slips out, he's partially falling/being pulled into her arms and maneuvered to the bed.
She situates them so that her back is against the headboard with him draped half on her and half on the bed, head on her torso as more sobs rack his body. The scene is enough to make her own eyes mist over. This isn't the George she knows; he's always the optimistic one with a quick joke or wisecrack to push the darkness away and bring a smile to everyone's faces. Having him cling to her like she's a lifetime and he's drowning makes her worry that this war has finally taken the last bit of light from someone she never thought would lose it. And that terrifies her.
Instead of pressing him to speak, she lets him purge his emotions out while running her fingers through his hair and offering soothing sounds. Eventually his tears start to slow and he focuses on evening out his breathing. She keeps running her fingers through his hair, letting him decide if he wants to talk or not. When he does start to speak, his voice still holds a quiver but the longer he talks, the stronger it becomes. He talks about everything that happened; how what happened with Buck, Guarnere and Toye was still fresh and effecting the company, that the bombings that just happened killed Much and Penkala right in front of him, how if he'd made it to their foxhole he would have been killed, how him and Lipton nearly did die and were only saved by a faulty wire in the bomb that landed right in front of them.
As he spoke, her heart broke again and again over his loses (hers too as she was also friends with this men) and her anxiety grew as he told her about his not once, but twice back to back near death experience. Being in the middle of a war you come to terms with the high probability that you will die, but holding someone and listening to their recount of it nearly happening is not something you can prepare for. Once he's done relaying everything, a heavy silence follows, both of them lost in their thoughts and feelings of the events.
Slowly, George lifts himself from laying on her, moving up on the bed so he's leaning back on the headboard next to her. He grabs one of her hands that is now in her lap and laces their fingers together.
"I thought of you." He keeps his eyes on their interlocked hands, running his thumb back and forth over her soft skin. He see's her turn her head to look at him out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you mean?" She asks when he doesn't look like he's going to continue.
"When I was looking at that bomb at my feet, waiting for it to go off and finish me. You hear of other people that go through near death experiences and they see their life flash before their eyes. That's what I thought was going to happen, that I'd see my family and hometown and family dog. I'd remember all the big and small things I did, things I'd forgotten about. But that didn't happen. Instead, all I could think about was you. How you always make me work for a real laugh from you but I usually get a playful smile and eyeroll, how your tongue peaks out of the corner of your mouth when you're focused on finishing a wrapping or stitch just right, how you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen especially covered in dirt, how I wanted to kiss you that night by the lake when I told you the moonlight in your hair made you look like a goddess but I was too scared." George turns his head to meet her eyes.
"Why are you telling me this?" She whispers.
"Because I'm scared in a different way now. I was scared of starting something when this war could take either of us away at any moment. But after that bomb, all I'm scared of is dying without ever knowing what we could have. Never being able to kiss or hold you like I want. Never telling you that...I love you." George turns enough to face her, maintaining eye contact as he slowly leans his head towards her. "Tell me you don't feel the same. Tell me I'm just losing my mind and I'll leave."
"I love you too, George. However long we have left on this Earth, I want us to be together." She squeezes his hand that was still holding hers and puts her free one on his cheek. The smile that breaks out across his face isn't his usual smirk or something goofy to get a laugh, but a true pure smile that warms her heart. Sending him a matching smile, she tilts her head up and closes the gap between their lips.
The kisses are slow and sweet, almost tentative. Neither of them wanting to break the small bubble of peach they'd crafted around themselves. As they keep up their light exploration of each others mouths, they shift lower onto the bed so they're laying on their sides, wrapped up in each others arms. She pulls back slightly, taking in his soft smile and sleepy eyes, and gives him a quick peck.
"Rest with me a little bit?"
"Long as I get to hold you." He kisses her lips again, then the top of her head before resting his his head on top of hers, holding her as close as possible against himself.
Just as he's drifting off to sleep, he thinks: this is how I want to die, wrapped up in her arms.
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