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Ranveer being the most malewife ever and trying to warn us about the danger of Deepika showing up on screen looking like that before Besharam Rang released. he gets it
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⥠âââ loving bites.
⥠â blue lock.
⥠â summary. :: their reaction, when you bite them out of the blue. ⥠â pairing(s). :: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo x gn!Reader ⥠â warnings. :: sfw, fluff, comedy ⥠â word count. :: â
⥠â Itoshi Rin
-> he would look at you with a judgy look and mind his own business afterwards.
-> he ignores it until he feels your teeth sinking in his upper arm again.
-> he does not need to ask what you wanted to achieve with biting him out of the blue, his glare speaks enough for itself.
-> when you explain him, it was a love bite but in a non-sexual way, showing him you love him, he would not understand, why you wound like to bite him rather than just say the words 'I love you' or to show it in other ways.
-> but he would get used to it after some time.
-> he would simply accept his fate of being bitten and maybe bite you back once to let you see how it feels.
-> but be prepared to be ignored afterwards and to never ever talk about it again.
⥠â Itoshi Sae
-> like rin, he would give you a judgy look but ten times worse.
-> he would GLARE at you like you brought up the law to make football illegal.
-> and he wouldnât say anything until you give him an explanation.
-> and this dude bites you back SO hard, you stop doing it out of fear, he might bite a piece of your flesh out the next time.
-> and it helps for like two or three months before you try again with light bites.
-> he bites you back again, this time a little lighter, but still hard enough to scare you to not do it for a while.
-> it would go on like that for a while until he accepts his fate of getting bitten no matter what he does against it. just donât bite too hard to leave marks.
⥠â Bachira Meguru
-> this dude would bite you back in an instant.
-> no hesitation, head empty, he would bite you back in your shoulder with a little too much force, making you squeak. but he didnât mean to hurt you.
-> he would kiss the spot afterwards to say sorry.
-> I can also Imagine him biting you out of the blue too (basically the exact same thing what you did).
-> And with that the nom war starts.
-> the one who bites the other more often throughout the day wins and can decide what you do in the evening or the next day.
-> I can see all the bite marks on the shoulders of both of you from when you bit the other a little to hard.
-> it almost looks like an aggressive cat bit you from head to toe.
-> the bites seem just a little too big for a cat. But no one asks further. And no one speculates who it was because a short glimpse at him is enough to know who it was. and they simply shut up.
⥠â Isagi Yoichi
-> he would be a little worried and would ask you if everything is alright.
-> maybe youâre hungry, maybe heâs sitting on something youâve been searching the whole time and you need it and he doesnât even know.
-> heâs just worried and wants the best for you.
-> after you gave him an explanation that itâs a way of showing your love to him, he calms down.
-> he thinks itâs cute. It remembers him of a cat. He saw many cats on the internet biting their owner lightly as a way of showing their love.
-> a little extravagant, but still cute.
-> when he has the courage, he bites you back now and then. Not often though.
-> he just doesnât want to hurt you.
⥠â Chigiri Hyoma
-> head empty, no thought, he just noms you back.
-> of course he knows what you want to tell him and what a nom is, he knows and follows all the trends.
-> like bachira, he would make a challenge out of it, watching who can bite the other more often throughout the day.
-> he would even record it occasionally, edit all the clips in one smooth video like all those shelving videos and upload it on TikTok (with your consent of course).
-> the people in the comments would freak out at how cute they think it is (the comment section is full of caps and crying emojis).
⥠â Nagi Seishiro
-> he's too lazy to even acknowledge it.
-> but when he does, he would sink his teeth softly in the flesh of your shoulder after he finished his round or paused his game.
-> but forget bringing him to mom you again. itâs likely for him to not do it again because itâs a hassle for him to open up his mouth .
⥠â Mikage Reo
-> reo would have an all lovey dovey look on his face with hearts in his eyes.
-> this boy loves everything you do. he's obsessed with every bit of you.
-> you don't need to explain, he understands the meaning of it. he watched enough cat videos doing it.
-> he is so nice and would return the gesture with a light nom in your upper arm. you donât even feel his teeth sinking in your flesh.
-> he canât stand it, when you get hurt, especially if heâs the one who hurt you.
-> after you started it, heâs continuing with it. not making a war out of it, but every now and then, when nobody elseâs around, he noms you.
-> he would stand behind you, warping his arms around your waist and then sink his teeth in you shoulder or upper arm.
âââ lovs monologue
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đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care
ăťPart two! Part Three!
âWHAT?â You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.
You could scoff at the way Miguelâs lips curled up into a satisfied smile âWell you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!â Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.
â wouldnât it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-â You tried to negotiate âAh ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?â
You sighed as Miguel spoke âNope, Iâd be happy to work with someone in the same range as meâ he cockily spoke âVery funny, now since weâve got this all sorted, go and talkâ she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.
You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel âAww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?â He cooed following close behind you.
âShut itâ you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.
Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.
Your professor said the class average was low Bâs and high Câs but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?
You and Miguel.
Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying âSomeone beat me?â. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.
You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldnât believe it.
You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? Itâs embarrassing, to say the least.
Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you â2 points downâ he chuckled. You wish you wouldâve punched him.
And ever since then, heâs made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldnât rub it in.
âIâll make sure you canât get us two points downâ Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god heâs such an asshole. âIâll email you if I need helpâ you scoffed.
âCan I get your number? I wonât get the email since my inbox is always spammingâ Miguel lied with a smile âfineâ you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.
âReal classy, I wasnât done talkingâ popped up on your screen âWell I amâ you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didnât need him to piss you off more than usual.
The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.
You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.
The knocking grew and so did your patienceâs âIM COMING!â You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. âFor fuck sake manâ you whined.
âGlad to see you too!â He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.
He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face couldâve made him harm.
âExcuse youâ you hissed.
He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? âWell go ahead and get comfortableâ you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.
âI amâ he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.
The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.
He didnât like the way you formatted the information and you didnât like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.
âSo what do you plan on doing with your major?â You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him âBiochemistâ he nodded âItâs always been a passion of mineâ
âYou sure do have the brains for itâ you chuckled. âYou donât with the 98%â he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.
âDonât startâ you scoff as you get up to get some drinks âHey hey Iâm jokingâ he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist âI know Sherlock, Iâm going to get some drinks for usâ you mutter with a raised eyebrow.
âYeah,â he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. âSo what about you?â Miguel asked âWhat are you doing with a chemistry majorâ
âProbably chemical engineering, Iâm not sure yetâ You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but heâs sadly one of the most gorgeous guys youâve seen.
You tried to ignore your thoughts each time heâd stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how heâd sound if it were from pleasure. Heâd be vocal you thought.
âLetâs watch something on the TVâ you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.
Miguelâs eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.
He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good youâd look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.
He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel âWeâre almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?â You smiled. âSureâ
You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another âstretchâ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.
You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didnât matter. âLet me get more gummiesâ you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.
You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.
âEyes upâ Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. âI- I wasnât-âYou made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off âUh huh uh huh, I knowâ he mocked.
He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. âNot going to give me a snarky comeback?â He cooed. âShut up already God, stop itâ you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.
âNo noâ Miguelâs voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh âIâm playingâ he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought youâd never do.
You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguelâs hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.
It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.
His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.
The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.
Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.
âYou kissed me firstâ
You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap âhey Iâm not complaining, Itâs just funny since I piss you of so muchâ he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.
He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.
âCan I kiss you againâ you shyly asked slightly afraid that heâs reject. âYou donât have to ask me, just do itâ Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.
The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.
You were glued onto his chest as Miguelâs warmth filled your senses. Youâve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.
âPleaseâ you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry âPlease what?â He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.
âMig donât teaseâ you whined as you hit his chest lightly âIâm not, I just donât know what youâre saying please forâ his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.
You decided to play your games âI want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need youâ you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didnât know if you were fucking with him or not.
âOh yeah?â Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass âYou want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me offâ he cooed.
Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could âDonât even try it muĂąeca.â He sternly said âYou wonât like what comes with thatâ
You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.
âFuckâ he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view heâs been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times heâd imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.
You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.
âSit up for me?â He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said âYou look prettier when you do as I sayâ Miguel mocked.
You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need âJust shut up and fuck meâ you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.
âBegâ he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest âListenâ
You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up âyou want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck meâ
You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.
âBegâ he repeated. âPlease mig please, just stop teasing okâ you cried. âAll you needed to listen to was this?â He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.
Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.
He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans âf- fuck!â You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.
His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, heâs the biggest youâve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.
âBreath chula, r- relaxâ he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. âThatâs itâ he hummed onto your shoulder.
It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.
âO- Mig mi-â you whined out, you couldnât explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.
âWhat? You c- canât take it? Such a big fucking mouth but canât take my dick?â He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.
Miguelâs eyes couldnât leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.
Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.
âMaking such a fucking messâ he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.
You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. âGotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. Youâre the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love itâ he cooed.
Miguelâs calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. âGo- god shi- fuck!â Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.
Sure Miguelâs fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.
You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your âm- Mig I-âYou were even more fucked out than him. How couldnât you?
You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like heâd been fucking you for hours. âCanât believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?â Miguel hissed.
You nodded to his surprise âPleaseâ you whined. âYou want me to hit you?â He was surprised by your plead. He knew youâd be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.
âYouâre always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?�� What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?â
You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldnât even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face âUse your wordsâ he hissed.
Almost immediately you cried âYes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!â
Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.
âM- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!â You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.ďżź
Miguelâs eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. âThatâs I- thatâs-â he hissed.
He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but heâd rather just buy you a plan B. âC- can I- inside?â He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.
You couldnât get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.
Heâs never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.
Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. âWas I too rough?â He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. âNo, it was perfectâ you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.
Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. âWhereâs your bedroom?â He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms âleftâ you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.
âLet me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-â
You cut him off before he couldnât finish âDonât leave. Please?.â You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.
âWasnât planning on it loveâ
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I donât know why I went full angst on this but maybe one of them totally blanks on your birthday plans so youâre just sitting at a fancy restaurant with the other one wondering where he is
I can see this where Max forgot and you and Charles finally decide to order food and when you get home he was steaming and didnât realize what was going on
PART TWO.
You look to the front door just to see another random person walking in. Across the table, Charles tries to hold his anger inside, he tries very hard not to show how affected he also is.
âMaybe something came up.â Your boyfriend tries to smile and reassure you that everything is fine, that Max has a good excuse for not showing up.
He better have a god excuse or Charles is gonna make him sleep on the couch for the next month.
âShould we order? Iâm pretty sure Max will want for us to celebrate. Itâs your birthday, princess.â
You nod, not trusting your voice to speak.
Itâs not the ideal celebration. Not when one of your boyfriends is not there with you and doesnât pick up the phone. But Charles does a pretty good job of making you forget about it.
At least until dessert cames and they sing happy birthday to you.
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âWe have plenty of leftovers,â You go to the kitchen as Charles closes the front door. âYou want a cup of tea, Char?â
âDonât be a cunt! I was winning!â
You and Charles look at each other.
âWhaââ
But Charles is already sprinting up the stairs.
You follow him, heart rate through the roof, into Maxâs streaming room.
And there he is. Max. Wearing sweatpants and streaming. You look at the screen that says how long heâs been there: four hours. Then, you see his phone on the floor, right next to a couple of Red Bulls.
âWhat the fuck, Max?!â Charles exclaims, making his boyfriend jump scared.
âJesus Christ,â He touches his chest, just where his heart is. âEveryoneâs laughing, by the way.â Max points to his headphones and then the screen where his friends, in fact, are laughing.
But you couldnât care less about it.
âMax.â You say softly, grabbing Charlesâ hand and caressing his wrist to try and calm him.
âWhat the actual fuck, mate.â
Charles never calls him mate.
âWhat?â He looks at Charles, then at you. âYou look pretty good. Where did you go?â Max asks, already turning around to keep playing.
But Charles is having none of it. He walks to one side of the room, where everything is connected, and shuts everything off.
âCharles!â
Max is off his chair in a matter of seconds, looking absolutely pissed.
âOh, you donât get to be angry.â Charles takes two long strides, but you stand between them before he does something he will regret later. âWe waited three hours! It was her birthday, you giant, fucking idiot.â
Charles throws his arms in the air before getting out of the room, leaving a speechless Max behind.
âWhat?â
You breathe deeply, avoiding eye contact. âYou donât even remember my birthday?â
âOf course I remember your birthday, Schatje.â He picks up his phone, seeing all the missed calls and texts. When he looks up, his eyes are filled with tears.
You canât see properly anymore. âI think is better if you sleep in the guest room tonight, Max.â
You leave before he has time to say anything, running down the hallway and into your room. Itâs only then that you let the tears flow freely down your face.
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Gaming Noises
Max is loud af when he games. There comes a point where his girlfriend cant' sleep without his noise.
Before meeting Max, she hadn't been able to sleep without complete silence. She needed the perfect conditions: Silence in her bedroom, the bed to be the right temperature and for the blanket to not be folded up inside of itself.
Pretty small asks, if you ask me.
The first night she stayed at Max Verstappens house, she hadn't expected things to be any different to this. And, for that first night, they weren't any different.
No, Max waited until they were a few months into the relationship, until her staying at his happened more often than not, until he showed his true colours.
After they shared dinner, Max got up to put everything on the counter. "Schat, I'm gonna hop on the sim for a bit," he said as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Okay, Maxie," she whispered, closing her eyes as he kissed her head. "I'm gonna go read something before I sleep."
While she was reading, she had her earphones in, music blasting as her eyes moved across the pages. She didn't know just how loud Max was being as he gamed with Team Redline.
It was only once she took her shut her book, took her earphones out and snuggled down under the covers did she hear it.
Max. He might have been in another room, but his voice was so loud. A frown crossed her face, but she still shut her eyes and tried to sleep.
It wasn't happening. She couldn't keep her eyes shut as Max's voice rang out, loud and clear. She grabbed a pillow and placed it over her head, but that did little to drown out the noise.
Wrapping the blanket around her body, she walked out of the bedroom. "Maxy," she groaned as she walked towards him. Max moved his head towards her, but he didn't look away from his screens. Not even when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You're so loud."
She was at such a state of tiredness that she didn't care that he was streaming, that the world could see her in this state.
Max leaned towards her. "I'm sorry, Schat," he whispered. "I'll try to be quieter."
Spoiler alert, Max wasn't quieter. She didn't get to sleep that night until he crawled into bed beside her. But she didn't mind when he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her head.
This continued on for the next four times she was sleeping at his. Every morning she woke up incredibly exhausted. Suddenly it made sense how Max drank so much Red Bull.
It was getting annoying, but she'd never be annoyed at him. He didn't know how loud he was being. Plus she just loved him too much.
She didn't know when she got used to Max's gaming noises. One day, while he was being loud, she fell asleep. She actually fell asleep while Max was shouting, laughing, and raging on the sim.
Max couldn't help but smile when he slipped into the bed beside her and held her close.
She stayed at his for three more nights in a row. For those nights, she fell asleep with no issue, snuggled between his sheets.
But then Max went to a race. She headed back to her own apartment to watch his race from the comfort of her sofa while getting on with work.
She'd spent so much time with Max recently that it was hard to be without him. Her apartment was too quiet, too cold, too lonely. She hated it.
But she stayed up and watched his race with a glass of wine with hand. The great thing about being with Max Verstappen is that you never have to worry about him. He was so far ahead of the rest of the grid that he was never really in any danger of crashing. She'd watch him win for the rest of her life she could.
She tried to go to sleep after the race. Got changed into her pyjamas, got under the covers and tried to get to sleep. It didn't happen. She tried to softly play whale noises. It didn't help.
Again and again she tried to get some sleep. But, no matter what she tried, it didn't happen.
Groaning, she unlocked her phone and called her boyfriend.
It was a minute before Max picked up. As soon as he did, she could already tell he was on his laptop. "Hey, Schat," he said, his voice raised slightly.
"Maxy," she groaned, clearly incredibly tired. "Somehow I'm used to how fucking loud you are when you game," she said. "Co you think you can keep me on the phone until you go to sleep?" She asked.
"Of course, my love," Max said.
He did just as she asked. Max continued to game, continued laughing, shouting and raging (but not seriously) as he played. In no time at all she was sleeping.
Max kept her on the phone beyond that. He kept gaming, kept the phone call going until he was ready to go to bed.
As soon as he logged off of the stream, Max picked up the phone and walked over to the bed. "You there, Schat?" He asked as he sat on the bed.
He got no answer.
"Goodnight, Mijn liefje. I'll be home tomorrow," he said and ended the call.
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I Look in People's Windows
Cassian x Archeron!Reader (unrequited)
The Afterthought: Chapter 1 | series masterlist
part 2 | ACOTAR x reader masterlist
Story Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister, saved from the fate of the Cauldron by mere chance. Perhaps having been dumped in those murky waters would have been a better fate for you, when it seems that no one cares for your presence any longer.
Warnings: slut shaming, shitty inner circle (mostly Nesta and Elain), suicidal ideation
Words: ~ 4.2k
Author's Note: ahhhhh I hope you guys like this! I'm really hoping all of this makes sense lol I wrote it in one go. This idea came to me at work and you guys have already shown just the ideaaaa so much love 𫶠enjoy! I'm gonna go listen to Rosie by Rosé nowww -- let me know if you guys want a part two!
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Gone.
They were gone.
You had been out at the Reeson's home, being courted by their youngest son, Geoffrey. He was very polite, and even walked you back to the manor, your arms clasped together.
If you had to choose a suitor from the village you grew up in, Geoffrey would be the one. He was kind to you and your family, even in the depths of poverty.
It wasn't until you were in the manor, the door swinging shut behind you after you had bid Geoffrey farewell, that you saw it.
The carnage.
Every single maid and butler that you family employed... Slaughtered. Your father was already away on business, having gone to the Continent to meet with the Queens about the looming threat above the wall.
And your sisters... Nesta and Elain... Were missing.
You sprinted out of the manor after checking every room for your siblings, the hem of your pink gown soaked in blood, and ran to the inn in the center of town.
Thankfully the innkeep was kind enough to rent you a room on credit while the men of the night watch removed the bodies, burying them in the village graveyard.
Only a few days later, you were back in the manor, scrubbing every tile, panel, and piece of furniture to rid them of the horrors spilled upon them.
Your sisters were still missing. You had no idea of where they could be taken, besides over the wall, into the land of the fae.
But why? That's what you couldn't understand.
Not until three months later.
Three months later, you opened the door to the manor, met face to face with your youngest sister.
"Feyre!" You exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. She was stiff in your arms, pulling away only a moment later.
Fair enough, you thought. It has been quite a while since I last had the chance to hug her, her new senses may make them less comfortable.
"I was so worried, Nesta and Elain have been missing for months and the entire household staff was- was-" you sobbed, putting your face in your hands.
"Oh, Y/N, it's alright. Nesta and Elain are alive and safe," Feyre reassured you, gentle hands holding your shoulders as the knowledge of their safety calmed you. "But..."
"But...?" You asked, worry washing over you once more.
"I... Really, you should come with me and see for yourself..." Feyre trailed off. "Come to Velaris with me?"
You nodded immediately- if that's where your other sisters are and where Feyre is going, of course you would go. "Take me to them, please."
In the next moment, you were whipping through the fabric of reality, landing in a cozy sitting room.
Nesta and Elain were seated on the couch next to each other, Elain gazing out the window with a dazed look, and Nesta reading a novel of some kind, before her eyes snapped up to see the two of you.
Her eyes narrowed at you, filled with a silvery fire and so much hatred that you could hardly breathe-
Not human.
Fae.
Your other two sisters... are fae.
You blinked in confusion, looking to Feyre for answers.
"Nesta and Elain were... They were taken by Hybern and changed using the Cauldron, Y/N," Feyre whispered into your mind as she guided you out of the sitting room and into a kitchen, and you flinched at the sensation.
"I don't understand, Fey. What... When did all of this happen? What happened?"
Feyre sighed as she sat you at the dining table and began preparing tea. "The war that we warned you about the last time we visited? It happened... And the people we fought against used Nesta and Elain to prove the power of the Cauldron to the Mortal Queens by giving them the gift of being fae. And over the past three months, we fought long, arduous battles- but we prevailed. Elain and Nesta killed their vile king together after-" Feyre paused. "After he killed father."
Your eyes went wide and the world seemed to come to a stopping point-
"Father is-" a choked sob cut you off, tears streaming down your face. "He's dead?"
Feyre nodded, and you collapsed onto the table, sobbing.
You knew that your sisters didn't care much for your father- always saw him as a failure after losing the family's fortune. But you? You had loved him completely, clinging to the one parent that you had the blessing to know. You were so young when your mother passed, not even six years old when illness took her. You hadn't remembered much of the life of luxury the family used to lead, and were content to live in the small hut on the edge of the village, tending to your little herb garden and cooking the meals after Elain had taught you.
And so, you hadn't had the feelings of resentment that your elder sisters had towards him, instead loving each wooden carving your father would make you every year for your birthday.
They even made it into the manor, resting on your bedside table in your room.
And... And now he's dead? Just like that?
You had no idea how much time had passed when Feyre's hand smoothed over your upper back, a small gesture of comfort.
"Let me show you to your room, Y/N," Feyre said gently, her strong arms peeling you off of the table and into an upright position.
You blinked your watery eyes at her and nodded, and let your sister lead you upstairs and into a small bedroom, decorated in pale blues.
You didn't even have the energy to change out of your dress before you collapsed onto the bed into a crying heap, curling in on yourself as you mourned for the father you would never get to see again, never get to say goodbye to.
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The next few months were... Trying, to say the least.
You felt out of place.
At all times. In any setting. Even just sitting with Feyre, you felt like you didn't belong.
It's not that you didn't try to fit in.
You joined Feyre for physical training. There, you felt like you were holding her back- no, you knew you were holding her back. After all, you're only a human.
You brought Elain tea and food at regular intervals, trying to keep her strength up as she stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. You knew she could talk, she just... chose not to with you. That's fine, after all, you can't relate to her situation much. She most likely wants a more understanding ear.
You attempted to talk with Nesta, even sit in the same space at her. But with each time you tried, her fiery gaze grew more and more intense, until you felt she may actually burn you alive with the powers Feyre had informed you she now possessed.
It's not that the inner circle wasn't kind to you, or that they mocked you for your human-ness.
It's that at every moment, you felt different.
When you had your first cycle while living amongst fae, you had went about it as normal. Until breakfast that morning.
Nesta had been glaring at you particularly strongly that morning, until she finally broke. "Why don't you take your iron-scented self upstairs until we finish eating, hmm? I'd rather not feel ill while having breakfast," she snipped at you, her eyes widening in delight when you blushed profusely.
You had excused yourself immediately.
Feyre had explained it away later, telling you that feelings are amplified when you're turned fae.
Nesta never was too fond of you, as she had always blamed you for your mother's death and the subsequent loss of the family fortune. She thought that having you just under a year after having Feyre was what made her body susceptible to the diseases and illnesses running rampant in the village that fateful year.
It's not as though I chose to be born so soon...
Worse even than knowing that everyone around you could smell when your cycle hit... was their hearing.
You had... a small crush on Cassian, to say the least.
It had all started when he was kind to you one day at training, having taken over for Feyre while she was away for court business. He corrected your form gently, giving pointers for how to protect yourself better from blows.
Each gentle touch made your heart race, and the kind praise he gave you made your face flush.
It's not that you wanted to like him.
You couldn't help it.
He was so handsome and kind, and could always find a way to make you laugh, or at least smile. And he chose to talk to you, which was more than you could say for the rest of the inner circle.
On the first Winter Solstice you spent in Velaris, Feyre came into your room before breakfast.
"I wanted to talk to you..." Feyre started gently, sitting down on your bed next to you while you braided your hair.
"About what?" You asked, tying off the braid and turning to face your sister.
"Cassian."
Your cheeks heated in an instant, pulse quickening just at the mention of his name. "What about him?"
"I know that... I know you have a crush, Y/N, but you need to let it go," Feyre said softly, a careful hand placed on your arm.
"I- so what if I like him? It's not like I'm acting on it-"
"That's not what it's about, Y/N, it's that he and Nesta are mates," Feyre explained.
Mates?
"Oh, I-" you paused, a renewed sense of heat filling your face. "I don't even really like him like that, Fey, I just... I can't help how I react around him," you whispered, hoping beyond hope that no one else was listening in.
"Just try, okay? It's for the best, really, Y/N. Fae and humans aren't really... Meant to be," Feyre said, eyes looking away from you.
Oh. Of course. You're just a little human, of course a fae wouldn't be interested in you...
So you did. You did your absolute best to get over your reactions to Cassian, to stuff any possible feelings down, down, down.
Nothing was enough, though. Not even knowing that Cassian and Nesta were gone for an entire week, consummating the mating bond.
When they returned, you were sitting in the living room of the River House, staring into the fire and drinking a cup of tea.
That was the one activity you did that bothered no one.
But the moment you saw Cassian's handsome face, a soft smile on it thrown your way, your heartbeat picked up, color rushing to your cheeks.
Nesta heard it- of course Nesta would pick out its traitorous rhythm, her eyes narrowing at you, hands raised, silver flames spouting from them, pointed at you-
"Nesta," Cassian sighed, grabbing your sister by the forearms and pulling her attention to him. "Nesta, my love, only you matter to me. Pay her no mind," Cassian soothed, and the flames Nesta had conjured went out, though the fire in her eyes burned hotter than ever as she glared at you.
"Stay away from him, you little whore," Nesta hissed at you before pulling Cassian out of the room and into the kitchen, where the rest of your family was gathered.
You simply pulled your legs up onto the couch in front of you, wrapping your arms around them as you went back to gazing into the fire.
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The Spring Equinox came and went, bringing with it the return of Lucien, Elain's mate and Feyre's dear friend.
You were like a ghost these days, drifting down hallways with no destination in mind, just the desire to not bother anyone further.
You excused yourself from all family dinners beyond those you were expected to attend around holidays, thinking it would be easier to bear than the constant feeling of not belonging.
It wasn't.
But it was preferable to the burning weight of Nesta's hatred, and Elain's new distaste for you.
Training with Feyre had stopped months ago, her schedule becoming more hectic as she let Rhys pass some of the burdens of ruling off to her shoulders.
That was fine. You just wanted Feyre to succeed.
So you drifted around aimlessly, sometimes leaving the River House to walk along the Sidra and gaze longingly at couples in tea houses, or meandering through bookstores, running your fingers along the spines and wishing you could read one.
You found yourself back in front of the fireplace on a particularly warm spring day, sipping a cup of tea once again. You would have preferred to take it outside, but Elain was out tending her garden, and you didn't want to bother the one bit of peace she seemed to have.
Not that she was alone, anyways, but your presence always seemed to grate on people's nerves, making them less comfortable.
Lucien was out with her, offering to help her garden as he did every day he stopped by. By now he might have already presented her with whichever courting gift he had picked for her today.
Loud footsteps and then-
Lucien.
He gave you a soft smile, one that you returned.
"How are you today, Y/N?" Lucien asked, as he had taken to doing the last few visits.
"I'm well, thank you Lucien. How are you? Any luck with Elain?"
"No luck with the gardening, though today she accepted my courting gift: a bag of flower bulbs from the Day Court," Lucien said with a proud smile.
"Congratulations! Now you know what will get you into her heart," you said with a grin, truly happy for the male in front of you. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Thank you, Y/N, I would love one," Lucien replied, summoning a cup of his own and letting you pour out a helping of the lovely floral blend you had made into it. "I hope she will be open to pursuing the mating bond, or at the very least being friends..." He sighed. "What do you think?"
You blinked at him, surprised. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Lucien said playfully. "You are my mate's sister after all."
"Oh, well... I don't... We don't really talk much anymore," you explained. "I'm sorry."
Lucien merely shook his head at your apology. "No, don't apologize, Y/N, I was just hoping you may have more insight than I do. But enough about me, what have you been up to recently?"
"Oh, not much," you replied, wracking your brain for any activities you had done recently to not seem more useless than you already are. "I, uhm... I tried out a new soup recipe a few days ago, everyone seemed to like it..."
"Really? What kind?" Lucien asked, and you could almost believe that he was interested.
"It was a creamy soup, with sausage, potatoes, and-"
"What are you doing?!" Elain hissed, a pair of pruning shears pointed in your direction. "First you go after Nesta's mate, and now mine?" She seethed, stalking towards the two of you. Elain walked past Lucien and held the shears up to your face. "Get out, you whore. Stay away from my mate!"
You were up in an instant, flying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You locked the door behind you, but you knew that if Elain wanted to get in, she could.
She would probably cut my head off with the shears...
You grabbed a spare blanket off of the chair in your room, as well as a pillow from your bed and made your way into the bathroom, where you curled into yourself in the bathtub.
No reason to make more of a mess when she does decide to kill you...
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Seven months.
Seven months and no one noticed that you had completely withdrawn, only leaving your bedroom when you absolutely had to.
No longer did you attempt to cook dinner for the inner circle. Not that they had ever liked what you made anyways...
No longer did you take your walks along the Sidra.
No longer did you sit in front of the fireplace, sipping tea and taking up as little space as possible.
But Bounty Day was coming up. The one holiday that you had cared was nearly here, and you wanted to celebrate it the way your family never had.
You wanted to roast a turkey and a boar, mash potatoes and sautĂŠ green beans. You wanted to try your hand at the delicious cheese and pasta dish Feyre adored from Sevenda's. You wanted to bake and bake and bake, until there was one of everyone's favorite desserts available.
You just needed permission. Which was why you were standing outside of Feyre's study door, hand poised to knock.
"Come in, Y/N," Feyre said from inside, loud enough that even your ears could hear her.
You peeked in sheepishly, eyes landing on where Feyre's hand was gliding across a sheet of paper, writing something out.
"Is this a bad time?" You asked quietly, wondering if you should have just stayed in your room.
Feyre sighed, and set down her quill. "No, not at all. Come in, sit, Y/N."
You did as she said, taking a seat in the low backed leather chair in front of her desk. "I... I wanted to run an idea by you...?"
"What kind of idea?" Feyre asked wearily.
"Well... Bounty Day is coming up, I thought... I thought it would be nice for all of us to celebrate. As a family."
Feyre blinked at you, her eyes losing some of their clarity for a few seconds, a look that you knew meant she was conversing with her mate. "I suppose that would be doable, Y/N, I'll make sure everyone knows. We would only be able to have it at the House of Wind, though, there's a few things that need to be done around here before we host a holiday."
A spark of hope lit up in your chest. "That would be perfect, Fey!"
Feyre smiled at you. "You can have Nuala and Cerridwen help you purchase everything, and with any preparation or cooking if you'd like."
"That would be very helpful, I'll make sure to ask them for their help and input."
"Good, I'm glad that that's settled. Did you need anything else from me?" Feyre had already picked her quill up again, continuing whatever thought you had stopped her in before.
"Oh, no. I'll be fine, thank you Feyre."
You felt... Dismissed. But at least you have permission to celebrate the day.
Over the next week, you worked tirelessly to get the ingredients you needed, even asking the meat vendors for a fae-palate worthy recipe.
You were sure your old recipes would be no good... Each one you had made for the inner circle was met with thinly veiled disgust.
And Sevenda's recipe- you were so thankful that the other female had taken pity on you and given you a copy of her recipe after you promised to share it with no one, ever.
Cerridwen had helped you read each recipe, both of you making sure that you knew the recipes by heart so you wouldn't have to rely on the mess of letters that you were no closer to understanding than you were before your family's status had changed.
Slowly but surely, you were putting together a feast that would put the one you had two years ago in the mortal lands to shame.
As you had hoped, you made a favorite dessert of each inner circle member, nine in total. You just hope that they don't go uneaten, or with only a small slice out of each one...
You woke at dawn that morning, pulling yourself into the bath and getting clean before you donned a cream colored dress, cut in the current human fashion. You had yet to wear a piece of Night Court fashion, feeling much more comfortable covered up, hidden.
Nuala shadow-walked you up to the House, a change of clothes in the bag over your shoulder. She only left when you insisted that you had the cooking covered and that you would be fine.
All day, you worked to bring Bounty Day to life around you, the delicious smells of roasting meats filling the House.
You hadn't felt so at peace in... A long while. Before your sisters were taken. Perhaps even before Feyre was taken...
Afternoon came and went in a blur of basting the turkey and turning the boar roast over the fire, your body flushed from the blazing heat as you worked.
As the final hour rolled around, you were able to change into your formal dress, a calf length pale pink wrap dress with long sleeves. You had picked this dress out months ago with Feyre, when she had insisted you needed to buy clothing of your own, and find things that you liked. This one, you liked. It was your favorite color, and the fabric was buttery soft under your fingers. You pulled on some slippers in a matching color and made your way back to the main hall, where you set the table meticulously, making sure everything was in its correct place.
Now for the most difficult part, in your opinion: transferring everything to the dining table without it cooling off too quickly.
You moved the food as fast as you were able, the turkey and boar left in the kitchen until the last moment, when you would have one of the males carve them for you.
Six o'clock rolled around, the time Feyre had agreed to, and no one had arrived. You poured yourself a small glass of wine and took a seat at the table, slowly sipping your drink as you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The food was lukewarm now, at seven.
The anxiety pooling in your gut had you back in the kitchen, carving meat from bone until your hands were sore.
Still, no one had arrived when you brought the platters of meat onto the table, a feast laid out with no one to eat it.
At eight, you were exhausted. Exhausted from working yourself more than you had in months. Exhausted from hoping, only for those hopes to be extinguished so quickly. Exhausted from living in a place you don't belong.
You sighed and pushed yourself out of your chair. On tired legs, you made your way to the front door of the House.
No way in hell would you be accused of trying to steal someone's mate again, accused of lying in wait all night to seduce Cassian if you were to stay in one of the guest rooms.
So the ten thousand steps down was your only choice.
The first thousand was easy enough, though the wind had chilled you to the bone already, the night's icy fingers extending around your heart as well.
By the time you were halfway down, you sobbed with each step.
How? How could they have all forgotten? Even Feyre...
On numbed legs, you finished your descent. But where to now...?
The only place you could belong was the River House... The only place in Prythian that you could ever belong, as a human.
You sniffled and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, attempting to keep any amount of warmth in your body as you carefully walked across the icy path along the Sidra.
The wind was bitter here too, but you had the babble of water to keep you company, the most pleasant friend you had.
The River House came in to view, lit up from within with bursts of faelight. The chimney let out pleasant puffs of smoke, a clear sign people are inside.
You stopped in your tracks.
Past Elain's garden and through the back window of the River House, you could see them.
All of them.
They were sat around the dining table, eating and drinking merrily together, enjoying each other's company.
And then there was you. Half-frozen from the weather and completely iced over inside.
You don't belong here.
Your body turned on its own, your mind so wrapped in itself that you hardly noticed where you were going.
All you knew was you needed out.
Out of this city.
Out of this life you were forced into.
Out of this family.
You need out.
Your feet carried you to the edge of Velaris, the exit of the city that lead to the wilds of the Night Court.
You don't belong in Prythian. You belong in the human lands.
The boundary of Velaris passed under your feet as you continued walking, hardly feeling anything at all now.
Your fingers were numb, as were your toes and bottoms of your feet. Your arms were nearing the same sensation.
Good.
Perhaps the numbness that had overtaken your heart would consume the rest of you.
The only person left who cared, doesn't care now.
You don't care, not anymore.
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â-was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite sh- are you sure you want to listen to this, Si?â You giggled, shutting your book in favour of leaning your cheek against your forearm, tilting your head back far enough to catch Simonâs eye behind you. âI could always read whatever youâve started, wouldnât bother me.â
âNot the deal, lovie.â He answers, scooching further up the bed to where youâre laying on your stomach, head just as the edge of the bed so that your arms can comfortably hold the book at eye level. âSâyour turn after all. You read me whatever you like.â
Itâs true, it is your turn tonight. You forget how long ago this started, though you remember how the idea came about, Simon complaining about his back one evening while the two of you were laying on the couch together, each reading a book, quietly enjoying the others company. He was home for only a few days that time, and youâd insisted that he spend at least a full 24 hours doing nothing but resting and relaxing, a feat easier said than done with that man.
âWhy donât you let me rub your back?â Youâd suggested, setting your book down.
âNo love, you donât have to be doinâ that,â heâd shaken his head, though you could see he was doing so reluctantly. His back really was hurting him something fierce. âBesides, Iâm at the good part. Donâ wanna put this down just yet.â Heâd gestured towards the thick novel in his hands, some war book, of course. His idea of relaxing.
âOh come on,â youâd insisted, wanting to do this for him. You had tugged the blanket off your lap, coming to stand next to the couch, watching him raise a brow at you. âI can totally massage your back while you read, best of both worlds. Go on, flip over on your stomach.â
âUsually Iâm the one tellinâ you tha- hey!â He had obliged you, turning over onto until heâs laying on his front, trying to hid the wince of discomfort that came with the movement. Youâd swatted at his ass following his little comment, but your soft hands were already coming to slip under his shirt, skimming along both smooth and scarred skin alike. âBut you were enjoyinâ your book too, love.â He tried to protest again, though his eyes were already rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of your touch, loving fingers squeezing at his strong, sore muscles.
âWhy donât you read out loud to me?â Youâd suggested to him.
âNot sick oâ my voice yet?â
âMm, never.â You came to straddle his behind, planting a knee on either side of him, leaning closer to whisper to him. âFavourite sound in the world actually.â
Simon was grateful you couldnât see his face at this moment, as he was certain heâd gone beet red.
âWell, you let me know when you change your mind.â He grumbled, opening his book back up, clearing his throat and picking up whereâd last left off. Three chapters later, your barely noticed how sore your hands were in comparison to how full your heart was, listening to Simonâs voice go from begrudgingly reading the passages to you, his tone slowly gaining enthusiasm as he became lost in the story once more, smiling to himself whenever heâd hear a small noise come from you in reaction to his reading, a gasp of surprise of a hum of agreement.
Heâd gone to bed that night and slept better than he had in a long time, back feeling like a dream, and woke up the next day, asking if he could return the favour. Soon, the evening pass time of one of you massaging the otherâs back while they read aloud whatever book theyâre currently reading, became one of your favourite, most cherished memories with Simon, the tender moment so pure, knowing he looked forward to these small moments as much as you did.
The two of you had gone through so many genres in the last few months, youâd lost track, every type of book being brought off the shelf. Though you didnât always share the same tastes in books, you could still enjoy the sound of your lover reading something that they love to you. Simon was always a good sport about your picks in particular, but tonight you couldnât help but question whether he really would want to sit through your pick of the week.
âIâm not even sure if it would be better or worse to have you watch the movie first.â You say, your words nearly coming out in a moan at the end when his strong hands reach a tender spot in your back.
âJusâ read me the book, cheeky girl, before I try anâ get more oâ them noises out oâ ya.â He decides for you, giving your ass a quick squeeze before returning to his diligent task of rubbing your back.
You decide youâll listen to the Lieutenant this one time, opening up your book and starting again.
Who knows, maybe Simon will like vampires.
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Prompt: tommy breakdown after buck goes through something traumatic, not right after. When buck is all good, tommy starts to shut down, and after a while buck notices and comforts him. Okay thats a long one sorry lol
This is probably not exactly what you wanted, but hopefully it's close enough! This fic features lots of snuggles.
Tommy stayed calm when he heard a firefighter had been seriously injured and air support was needed. He didn't panic when Chimney was the one to start relaying information to him and the flight medics. Even when he heard the words âFirefighter Evan Buckley of the 118â and âimpaledâ he focused on getting the bird from point A to point B.
When he landed the chopper, Tommy stared straight ahead and let the medics do whatever needed to be done to get Evan ready for transport.
He thought he heard Chimney ask if he should really be the one flying right now. He wanted to say, âWho else is gonna do it? I'm the only pilot here.â
Instead, he simply replied with a yes, then took off with the knowledge that his Evan was being worked on behind him.
He didn't ask how the patient was doing. He didn't listen to whatever the medics said. He did his job and got them to the hospital.
He didn't see Evan's injury until the surgeon met them at the helipad. A large metal rod sticking out of his abdomen. His turnouts had been pulled off of him, undershirt cut open. Blood, both dry and fresh, covering his body.
He had a pulse. Tommy did hear that.
But he looked lifeless.
He looked-
Tommy stopped himself from going there. He heard his coworkers say something about sending another pilot to pick up the chopper. That Tommy should go to the waiting room. He was the emergency contact anyway.
Tommy went. Sat and waited and waited, staring at the white and mint green wall in front of him. At some point, the rest of the 118 filtered in. Then Maddie, Karen, and Athena.
Eddie was on one side of him, Maddie on the other.
He looked down once to find coffee in his hand, but wasn't sure how it got there or who gave it to him.
Eventually, Evan came out of surgery. A success, the doctor said. It'd be a long recovery, but he'd make it.
The first time Evan opened his eyes, Tommy was beside him holding his hand. When Evan's face lit up into a smile, Tommy felt like his whole world just got put back together.
He stayed by Evan's side throughout recovery. Had to be forced into going home for a few hours every couple days for some real food and rest.
Tommy wasn't one for using his sick time, or his vacation time, so he used up what he could once Evan was home so he could continue to care for him until he was fully healed.
It took time, but eventually Evan got to the point where he could return to work on light duty. He couldn't go out on calls, but he could help around the station. After a couple months of barely leaving the house, he was more than ready to deal with paperwork, and cleaning, and cooking.
Three weeks after that, he was fully cleared. In one week, he'd be going out on calls again. Everything would be back to normal. When Evan called him with the news after his doctor's appointment, Tommy had congratulated him. Had picked up a cake after work and they'd celebrated together.
And then Tommy stayed awake all night long.
Evan curled up beside him, softly snoring with his breath hot on Tommy's side. Tommy's hand rubbed up and down his back all night. Right over his newest scar. He had a matching one on his abdomen. Right where the rod stabbed through his body and almost took his life.
No, Tommy didn't sleep that night.
He felt nauseous the next day. Evan noticed, of course, because Tommy was obsessed with his risotto and could barely get half of it down.
âYou okay?â Buck asked as they cleared the table.
âYeah, I think I might be getting a cold or something,â Tommy reasoned. âSorry.â
Buck smiled at him even as he raised a hand to Tommy's forehead. âYou don't have to be sorry for not feeling well. I don't feel a fever.â He moved his hands to Tommy's cheeks, then his neck, then ran his hands down his arms. Tommy knew the drill. The mere mention of not feeling one hundred percent would send Evan into a spiral, even if he did try to keep his face as nonchalant as possible.
âYou feeling any congestion? Sore throat? Chills? Fatigue?â
Tommy took a step forward, rested his hands on Buck's cheeks and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âI'm okay, Baby. Probably just tired.â
When they went to bed a few hours later, Tommy slept. For a couple hours, at least. He wished he hadn't though, because the nightmare he had felt more graphic than seeing Evan get taken away by the surgeon.
He woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Thankfully, Evan was out like a light. Tommy got up and headed into the bathroom, turning on the sink to splash some cold water on his face.
He grabbed a washcloth and wet it, wiping the sweat off of him. Then, he pulled off his sweatpants and put on a new pair before getting back into bed.
Once he was back under the covers, he reached over and scooted his hand underneath Evan's body, nudging him until he turned and laid nearly half of his body directly on top of Tommy.
Tommy tugged the covers up until they were over Evan's shoulders, then he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.
Evan smacked a couple times, burrowing his head further into Tommy's neck. Tommy closed his eyes, breathed him in. Felt Evan's heartbeat against his chest. Listened as his breathing evened back out.
He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall back to sleep.
The next day they both had work, but Tommy ended up getting distracted so many times that his captain wouldn't let him fly. Tommy couldn't even argue with the decision.
They next day, when they both got off shift, Evan arrived a little later than Tommy with burritos in hand.
âThey're from your favorite food truck,â Buck told him with a smile. âYou haven't been eating much lately, so I wanted you to have something good.â
Tommy didn't have the heart to tell him that the thought of eating made him feel like throwing up. He choked down every single bite of his burrito, then managed to pull Evan into the bedroom for a nap.
Well, sex first, then a nap.
As he laid on Evan's chest, one arm curled up beside him and the other over Evan's pec, he glanced down at the scar. How it raised ever so slightly from the rest of his skin, bright pink against the white.
His chest ached. His eyes burned. The call that he'd forced in one ear and out the other repeated over and over now. âWe need an ETA on air support on the Marriott fire downtown! Firefighter Evan Buckley of the 118 has been seriously injured. He fell and was impaled by a metal object. Goes through to his back. Unclear at this time if any major organs were hit, but he's losing a lot of blood and his heartbeat is irregular.â
Tommy didn't realize he'd started crying until Evan stiffened underneath him.
âTommy?â he asked, his voice soft but concerned. âBabe, what's wrong?â He tried to move them so he could look at Tommy, but Tommy just clung onto him tighter.
He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a stunted, shaky breath. âNothing. S'nothing.â
âWell th- that's obviously not true.â He ran his hands through Tommy's hair, then over his shoulders and down his back. âCome on, talk to me. Please.â
Tommy gave himself a second to calm down. He wiped his eyes before he slowly sat up to face Evan. Evan scooted up the bed so he was leaning against the headboard. He took Tommy's hand, moving his head to meet Tommy's eyes as he tried to look away. âTommy.â He gave his hand a squeeze. âPlease, I'm worried.â
âI... I was so scared.â He breathed out the words like he was admitting to some wrongdoing. âEvan, when you... When I heard it was you over the radio, I was terrified.â
Buck pulled Tommy toward him, wrapping him back up in his arms. âI knew something was wrong. I talked to Cap about it. He said not to push.â
âI was trying to be strong for you. I'm not the one who got hurt.â
âYou don't ever have to be strong for me, Tommy. You're allowed to feel things.â
Tommy leaned back enough to be able to look at Evan. âI just put myself in survival mode,â he said. âIt was all about getting you better. I could focus on that and not worry about anything else. But, now that you are better- which I'm very thankful for- it's... it scares me. I don't ever wanna see you like that again.â
âMe getting the all clear is what did it, isn't it?â
Tommy nodded. âI think it's always been there, the fear. But it definitely got worse as soon as I found out.â
âWhy didn't you tell me, Tommy? We're supposed to- to share stuff like this with each other.â
âI didn't want you to think I wasn't supportive of you going back to work. Because I am supportive of it. I know you're excited, and I'm excited for you. I just- I really love you, Evan.â
Buck smiled. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Tommy's in a chaste kiss. âI really love you, Tommy.â
Tommy pulled Evan to him this time, holding him in his arms. âI have no doubt that you'll be as safe as you can possibly be,â Tommy said, his hand finding its way to the scar on Evan's back. âBut I'm gonna be worried for a while.â
âI think that means you care,â Buck teased.
âI really, really care.â
âI like that you care.â Buck smacked a kiss onto Tommy's chest. âIf it helps, I worry about you every time I hear you're going up.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
He thought about it for a second. âIt does help.â
Buck smiled against his skin. âGood. You think you can sleep now?â
Tommy scooted down until his head rested against the pillow, his and Evan's legs tangling together. âI think I can try.â
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june gloom - part 2: is this gonna end ever?
(Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader, 6.9k words)
part 1
summary: Six months after Rafe walked out of your life, you're finally picking up the shattered pieces he left in his wake. When you accidentally find yourself working at his wedding, your thrown right back into the chaos you thought you were free from.
content: angst/smut, 18+ minors do not interact!, mentions of alcohol abuse and drugs, mentions of cheating, what could be considered infiedelity
a/n: as a fair warning, the angst only gets worse in this one. however, I promise the third and final part will see a satisfying and happy ending for these two if you stick with me. also, this one got wordy, but after struggling with it for a while i'm very happy with how it turned out. thank you to this anon for inspo and for everyone's support on pt. 1.
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Crickets chirped a chorus around you as you laid back on the flannel blanket, the grass beneath making a soft pillow for your head. Your lips wrapped around the blunt, lungs expanding to welcome the smoke. You hummed in pleasure as the high-end strain went down way smoother than any of the trash you would usually get on The Cut.
âGod, this is good shit,â you said with a lazy smile.
âOnly the best for you,â Rafe smirked, leaning over on the blanket to pull the joint from your lips so he could join in your revelry.
He took a long drag and let it go in a smoke ring that rose above you and disappeared into the starry sky. You tried and failed to stifle your laugh.
âWhatâs funny?â He asked, eyes glazed over with his high.
âNothing,â you chuckled. âJustâŚwhat frat house did you learn that in?â
âShut up,â he teased back, making you laugh harder.
âNo, Iâm sure the sorority girls found that very sexy,â you continued.
âThey did actually, thank you,â he joked. âYou wouldâve too.â
âYeah right, Iâd make a great Phi Beta Whateverthefuck,â you huffed sarcastically.
âDid you go to college?â He asked.
Youâd known Rafe for about three months, spending nearly every night together since you first met at that club. You had talked about just about everything under the sun except yourselves, you were caught off-guard by this excavation into your history.
âUm, no,â you answered, taking the blunt back from him.
âWhy not?â
You shrugged, taking another hit, âdidnât wanna.â
âDo you regret it?â He continued.
You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, looking down at him with a frown.
âWhat?â He questioned.
âWhy the sudden interest?â You said, harsher and less playful than youâd intended to.
Rafe sat up next to you, pulling his knees towards himself to mirror you. His eyes were intense on your face as he mumbled, âyou donât want me to get to know you?â
Truthfully, you wanted that and so much more, but you couldnât tell him that. You knew this was just a way for him to pass the time until he could get you in bed again, and maybe you were okay with that. You decided youâd entertain the line of questioning, just this once, not knowing then that this was just the first of many deep, meaningful conversations youâd share with him.
You took a deep breath and said, âwhat do you want to know?â
He looked up at the stars as he considered the answer to that question. You took the opportunity to admire the way the moonlight reflected off of the sharp angle of his jaw.
He decided on âwhatâs your biggest dream?â
You bit your lip and looked down at your bare feet, digging them into the blanket, not used to this kind of conversation and yet feeling curiously comfortable opening up to him.
âI want to go to India,â you answered honestly. âI read a book when I was a kid about a little girl who grew up in India and Iâve wanted to go ever since.â
Rafe nodded in approval, âthatâs a good one. You should go.â
âYeah, as soon as I win the lottery, itâll be my first stop,â you joked bitterly.
âOr I could just take you,â he shrugged.
You smiled at him, incredulous.Â
âWhat?â He asked, genuinely unsure of the meaning behind the look you were giving him. You realized he might actually be serious, even though you knew it would never really happen.
âNothing. Thatâs sweet,â you smiled. âBut I want to get there on my own. I wanna earn it.â
âI can respect that,â he conceded.Â
âAnytime you wanna lend me that private jet, though, just hit me up,â you teased.
Rafe chuckled, eyebrows raised, âoh I seeâŚyouâre using me.â
âI thought that was obvious,â you smiled coyly.Â
âUh-huh,â Rafe said, playfully shoving your shoulders so you fell back onto the blanket.Â
You giggled as he climbed over you, caging you in between his arms as he held himself up, looking down at you, tucked perfectly beneath him.
âI think Iâm okay with that.â
He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip tenderly, lowering himself down until you were chest to chestâŚ
âAre you listening to me?â
Your friend waved her hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention.
âSorry, what?â You were pulled from your thoughts.
âI said they want us there at four this friday,â she showed you an email on her phone.
âOh,â you blinked, coming back to the moment. âWhere is it?â
âSome mansion on Figure 8. Itâs a wedding, but they're doing like a whole weekend thing, so itâs Friday through Sunday. Last time I worked one of these I made over five hundred.â
When she first told you about the catering gig this weekend, you turned her down. Youâd been carefully avoiding the north part of the island for the last six months, and a whole weekend would be a high-risk endeavor. However, you didnât have to check your bank account to know you were near broke, and Figure 8 was where the real money was made. You agreed and ironed your white button down and black slacks, your go-to outfit for catering gigs.
As you pulled up to the address your friend had sent you, you cursed under your breath. The estate was huge, the old house immaculately kept and towering proudly under a crystal blue sky. You turned down the radio as your beat up car sputtered its way up the long, grand drive.
âWeâre definitely not on the south side anymore,â you joked to yourself.Â
You pulled around back to the service entrance as directed by your friendâs text and tracked her down in the crowd of other blue collar workers. Everyone was moving quickly, arranging the massive party space according to the wishes of some unseen bride and groom.Â
You were put to work right away, polishing silverware and arranging it as instructed by the very specific, color-coded diagram you had been given. Tonight was only the rehearsal dinner, and there were two-hundred names on the guestlist. You chatted with your friend as you did various other chores, speculating about who could possibly be the owner of this massive property.
âMaybe itâs a crime lord,â your friend joked. âLike some mafia type shit.â
âMaybe itâs a celebrity,â you guessed.Â
You didnât have to wonder for long.Â
âHey! A little help here!â A delivery driver called to you as he struggled to lift something large and rectangular out of his truck, the mystery item protected with a large, black sheet.
You ran over to give him a hand, and he directed you to a big easel he had set out, âpicture of the happy couple,â he explained. You called your friend over, informing her you were about to have all your questions answered.
Once you had set the canvas down, you asked the delivery driver if you could remove the sheet. âI donât give a fuck, my jobâs done,â he said, hopping back in his truck and driving off. You and your friend giggled as you did a little countdown and drumroll routine. You pulled the sheet away and her mouth fell open
âOf fucking course,â she immediately took out her phone to take a picture.
You stepped back to look at the giant, blown up portrait. Every muscle in your body tensed and the blood drained from your face, you grabbed the back of a nearby chair for support.Â
There on the oversized canvas, smiling that perfect, crooked, arrogant, beautiful smile, was Rafe Cameron.
He had his arm around the woman you recognized to be the one heâd left you for, calling off your whirlwind love affair in pursuit of something more optically appealing to his family. Heâd found it; they were gorgeous together.
Six months had passed since youâd last seen him. The first few months were the hardest youâd ever faced. At first, you went out almost every night, needing to stay shitfaced to keep your mind from wandering to him or your fingers from dialing his number. Eventually, you had to delete him from your phone, not trusting yourself in those late night moments when you missed him so much you thought you might die. No amount of booze or weed could make you forget the feeling of his hands on your body, the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes when he fucked you that last time. Your friends started getting worried. You blacked out so often, you couldnât keep a job. After three or four months of your reckless behavior, they called a sort of intervention and convinced you to calm down.Â
You decided if you were going to be alone, youâd make yourself good company.Â
You stopped drinking, and even gave up cigarettes. It took several false starts, but the patch got you through it. You picked up good habits, too, starting your mornings with yoga and meditation. You were planning to go back to school, tired of career-hopping through dead-end minimum wage jobs. You stopped eating take out so much, started grocery shopping and saving every spare cent you had for a travel fund. You even cut and dyed your hair, finding freedom in the ability to change whenever you wanted, in the fluidity of answering to no one but yourself. You were still untamed, but for the first time in your life, you felt a semblance of control. You decided youâd build a beautiful life even if you had to scratch and claw your way to it. And youâd do it all by yourself.
Slowly, and with the most effort youâd given anything ever, you were finally starting to get over Rafe Cameron.
Or so you thought. Now, standing in his backyard, decorating for his wedding, you felt like you were right back where you were that night in June, lying naked on your bed while he walked out of your life forever.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â A high-pitched, angry voice startled you, pulling your eyes away from the picture.
You whipped your head around to see her, even more stunning than she was in pictures, her wide Disney-princess eyes shooting daggers at you. Your first and most irrational thought was that she somehow knew who you were. The delusion of that concept was quickly made apparent.
âThe picture was supposed to stay covered until tonight,â she barked at you and your friend, who looked at you with wide-eyed panic. âArenât you the fucking caterers? Why are you even out here?â
âS-sorry,â you stammered out, your mind reeling as it tried to connect to your reality. You picked up the sheet off the ground. âWeâll cover it back up.â
âNo, donât touch it! Whereâs your manager?â She demanded, her hands on her hips. âThey need to know about this. What are your names?â
Your friend looked at you with wide eyes, you knew she needed this job even more desperately than you did. Plus, sheâd stuck her neck out to get you hired and now sheâd lose the money and her credibility.
âIt was me,â you blurted out. âNot her. Donât worry, you donât need to get anyone fired, Iâll just leave.â
It wasnât a big sacrifice, considering you were already thinking if you stayed another minute you might have a full blown panic attack. At least if you threw yourself under the bus and got fired, your friend would have no reason to question why you ran from the property crying.
âFine, whatever,â she dismissed your act of loyalty with a wave of her manicured hand while your friend looked at you with grateful eyes. âWhatâs your name then?â
âDonât worry about it,â you handed her the sheet, which she snatched from your hands irritably. âIâll just go.â
You tried to keep your composure as you walked back toward the house, praying youâd remember your way back to your car. Your heart was pounding, your anxiety and shock threatening to bubble over, you could feel tears springing up and your hands shaking.
You rounded one of the many corners of the massive house, finally out of her line of vision, and broke into a sprint. You passed through another courtyard, where more preparations were underway. There were far too many eyes on you. If you remembered correctly, there was only one more turn before the part of the property you were parked on.
Dirt crunching under your feet, you slid around the corner and straight into something hard and large. You let out a sharp âouchâ as your face burned with the force of the collision. To your horror, you realized youâd run into a person. You kept your eyes low, looking at the manâs feet as you held a hand over your face, wondering for a moment if youâd broken your nose. Then, a familiar scent flooded your senses, and you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder.Â
âWoah, Iâm sorry, are you okay?â Rafeâs voice asked, clearly unaware of who he was talking to, you looked so different than you did six months ago.
You raised your wide eyes to look at him, hand still cradling your throbbing nose. You took him in through rapidly blinking lashes, begging yourself not to cry. His face shifted slowly from concern for a stranger to recognition of someone all too familiar.
He pulled his hand from you in shock, his mouth opening and closing and opening again, trying to form words that just werenât coming. You knew you needed to get out of there before they did.
âIâm fine,â you said firmly, hoping he understood you were talking about more than just your injured face.
You sidestepped him and kept running, leaving him standing wide eyed and ashen faced as he watched you get into your car and peel away from his home, and away from him.Â
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The key rattled against the lock, your hands shaking as you tried to get into your apartment. When you finally got the door opened, you peeled off your clothes quickly, as if they were covered in something radioactive. You pulled on a tank and some sleep shorts, fully ready to get in bed and stay there for days. Everything in you was unraveling. The sight and sound of him undoing the steel backbone you had built for yourself. You climbed under the covers, curled into a ball, and sobbed.
You cried so hard, it knocked you out. Without trying to, your body fell into a hazy, uneasy kind of sleep, haunted by images of Rafe. When you woke, blinking confusedly at the fuzzy outline of the time on your alarm clock, it was dark outside. The clock read 11:03pm. You pulled yourself from your bed with a groan, craving something to comfort you in your post-meltdown emptiness.
As you stood at the sink, filling the kettle for some tea, your mind replayed the events of the day. Heâs getting married tomorrow. The rehearsal dinner that you helped set up for was probably over by now. You pictured him saying goodnight to her with a kiss, hanging his tux for the morning, making sure he had the rings ready. You already knew youâd lost him, but the permanence of tomorrowâs events felt like a boot on the neck of the small part of you that still wondered what if.
Your phone rang out loudly on the kitchen table, making you jump, so startled you almost dropped the tea kettle, the water now overflowing. You set the kettle down on the stove and turned on the burner before looking at your phone screen, which read âunknown number.â You hit decline and let it go to voicemail. After a minute, you poured your tea and sat at the table, watching as your phone lit up again with notification of a new voicemail. You unlocked it and pressed play.
You knew the voice immediately, though it was coming out slurred and strained. You clutched the phone to your ear with both hands to hear better.
âHeyyyy baby. Itâs me. Iâm sorry for calling so many times, blowinâ up your phone and youâre probably out somewhere, looking fuckinâ gorgeous like always. Shit thereâs probably guys lined up to take you home. Do you remember when we met? Fuck you looked so hot. I thought if you said no to going home with me I might literally die. But you said yes! You said yes and you took me home and we, fuckâŚgodâŚit was so good, youâre so good. Not just the sex. I mean, yes your pussy is so perfect, butâŚshit itâs rainingâŚbut you were- you areâŚjesus Rafe get it together. I canât remember what I was saying. Iâm so drunk, I- ouch, fuck!- I miss you, baby. It's cold out here but I donât care, I couldnât be there anymore. I couldnât listen to them talk about this fucking wedding. Fucking flowers and table settings and shit I donât care about any of thatâŚjust, pleaseâŚbabyâŚI need-â
Your phone beeped loudly, the voicemail cut off for length. You replayed it, twice. Outside your kitchen window, you could see the rain getting heavy. The low was in the 30s tonight, and it was supposed to keep raining for hours. You couldnât hear much in the background behind Rafeâs drunken rambling, but you could tell he was outside. You pictured him stumbling into a ditch somewhere. He had hurt himself on the voicemail, did he fall? You couldnât stand the thought of him alone, out in the cold rain, hurt.
Despite every instinct, you pulled up the number he called from and texted him.
Today 11:14pm
Where are you?
Today 11:16pm
âUnknownâ shared their location with you.
You grabbed your coat and keys and ran out the door before you had time to second guess yourself. You found him lying on the beach, his clothes soaked through from the rain that was still falling heavily. Heâd clearly thrown up, just a few feet from where he was laying now. You ran to his side and quickly checked that he was breathing.
âJesus, Rafe,â you recoiled at the overwhelming aroma of booze radiating off of him.
His eyes flew open at the sound of your voice.Â
âBaby?â he groaned.
âWe gotta get out of here, Rafe,â you struggled to help him up.
With an enormous amount of effort, you got him into your car. He leaned his head against the cold window as you drove, his breath fogging up the glass with each exhale. You looked over at him every few seconds to make sure he was still conscious.Â
Once in your apartment, stumbling through the door with his arm over your shoulder, you led him into the bathroom, guiding him to sit on the edge of the tub while you ran the shower, water heating slowly.
You tapped his arms.Â
âUp,â you instructed. He lifted his arms obediently and looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as you peeled off his wet polo, doing everything you could to avoid staring at his bare torso.
âThink you can do the rest yourself?â You motioned to his lower half.
âNo,â he said with a smirk.
âRafe,â you warned, not playing around.
âI can do the rest myself,â he said with his hands up in defense.Â
You left him in the bathroom fumbling with his belt. While he showered, you brewed a pot of coffee and poured two steaming mugs, sitting uneasily at the table when he finally emerged from the bathroom. He was in only his boxers and you blushed aggressively, as if you hadnât seen him naked a hundred times before. He caught the redness in your cheeks as you looked down at your hands, swallowing hard.
âSorry,â he said earnestly. âMy clothes are still wet.â
You pushed back your chair and walked to your bedroom, returning with folded clothes in your hands. He looked suspiciously at the menâs t-shirt and basketball shorts you gave him, cocking his eyebrow at you. You just glared back at him, tilting your head slightly as if to say I dare you to give me shit about where I got them. He didnât push it, pulling them on wordlessly.
âCoffee?â You offered once he was dressed.
âPlease,â he slumped into the chair across from you, sipping the coffee with a sigh.
âFeeling better?â You asked.
âMuch better, thanks,â he said. âNever mix rum and redbull.â
You snorted, âI couldâve told you that.â
âWell you werenât there were you?â The sentence started playfully but ended with a bite.
You sipped your coffee, wondering who would be first to acknowledge the elephant in the room. You sat in silence for a few minutes, both drinking your coffee and letting the air grow thick between you.
Finally, he caved and spoke first, âwhyâd you leave?â
âWhy would I stay?â You responded, voice dripping with spite.
âI- I guess I donât know.â Now it was Rafe avoiding your eyes.
âDoes she knowâŚabout me?â You asked timidly.
âNo,â he mumbled, before sipping up the last drop of his coffee.
âAnd where does she think you are right now?âÂ
âMy bachelor party.â
âWe should get you back there, then.â You stood and collected both mugs, bringing them to the sink.
Rafe scoffed, âyouâre kicking me out again?â
âI never kicked you out, Rafe. You left,â you said, clutching the edge of the sink, bracing for an argument.
But he didnât argue, he just let the silence settle between you for a long moment before finally saying, âI wish I hadnât. I miss you.â
You turned, expecting to find him still slumped over the table, but he had stood and was now startlingly close. You jolted, squaring your shoulders in defense as he got closer to you.
âDonât say that,â you pleaded. âI canât do this with you.â
âThen whyâd you come get me?â He asked, his eyelids low as he looked down at you. âWhyâd you bring me here?
âWhyâd you call me?â You asked back.
âI asked you first,â he said, no playful smile to match his childish words.
âWhy does it matter?â You sighed.
ââCause it does, it matters to me, please just give me a reason,â his voice grew more desperate as he stepped even closer to you, his looming body caging you against the sink. He searched your face as he waited for you to respond, needing an answer you couldnât give him.
âAre you gonna marry her?â Your words tightened the tension already growing between you, causing Rafe to close his eyes in frustration.
âI donât want to talk about her,â he shook his head.Â
Rafe lifted his hand slowly, placing it on your waist. He squeezed gently at the soft skin of your side. You leaned into his touch for just a second before coming to your senses.
âAre you? Going to marry her?â You repeated stubbornly.
âYes,â He said, eyes falling from your face to his hand on your side.
âThen you shouldnât be touching me,â you grabbed Rafeâs hand and lowered it from you. âI wonât be a mistress. I wonât be that dirty pogue who fucks a married guy, I wanna be something better than that.âÂ
You slipped out from between him and the sink, pacing to the other side of the room, but his body turned aggressively to follow you.
âYou are. Youâre so much better,â his voice cracked with urgency as he rushed to reassure you.
You shook your head in anger, raising your voice as you snapped, âthen why are you marrying someone else?â
âBecause I have to!â He matched your heated tone, as if he was the one to have something to be mad about.
âWeâre going in circles, Rafe! We are in the exact same spot we were six months ago! Except Iâm a different person now. It changed me, losing you. I got better, I got healthy, I got sober. I got over you!â You were yelling now, searching for the words to make him understand that he wasnât the only one who had something to lose now.
âWell I didnât get over you,â he stated simply.
âNo, you got engaged,â you pointed out.
âFuck that, fuck her, you know I donât love her!â He scoffed. âYou saw her today, you know sheâs a bitch.â
âThatâs really nice, Rafe, you should put that in your vows,â you huffed sarcastically.
âOh câmon, she doesnât love me either,â he rolled his eyes. âShe still fucks around, everyone knows it.â
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but it took you by surprise. You searched his face for a sign as to whether it was true or just something he made up to make you sympathize with him. The way his eyes fell to the ground and the apples of his cheeks blushed slightly told you it was true, she cheated on him, and he was ashamed of it. It made you sick, the thought of someone having him so close and caring so little. The only thing worse than the thought of her treating him like that was the thought of him accepting it as if it was what he deserved. You shouldâve felt sad for him, but it just made you angrier.
âThen why, Rafe? Why?â You knew you were becoming a broken record but you just could not wrap your head around his choice. âWhy are you still with her?â You hated the way it made you sound like you were blaming him for her actions, but you needed to understand.
âBecause Iâm going to have to end up with someone like her anyway, I may as well just get it over with,â he said with a resigned shake of his head.
âThatâs fucked up, Rafe,â you said, even though you knew he already knew it.
âIt is what it is,â he shrugged, defeated.
Your eyes caught the clock on your stove. It was almost 1am. Rafe was supposed to be saying his vows in twelve hours, and you knew if he stood here in your apartment for another minute, looking at you so helplessly, youâd crumble for him.
âI think you should go home,â you said, trying and failing to mean it.
âNot yet,â Rafe said, his tone implying there was something more he was waiting for.
And even though you wanted to, you just couldnât give it to him.Â
Mustering the last of your pride, you took a deep breath and said, âIf youâre waiting for me to ask you not to marry her, weâre both gonna be disappointed. Iâve been doing good, Rafe. I got my life together, and I wonât be responsible for ruining someone elseâs. Itâs not on me, you have to decide. If you donât want to marry her, then donât marry her. But do it for you, because Iâve got me covered.â
Rafe considered your words, standing completely still as they washed over him. He had to choose. He could either ruin his reputation and potentially lose his family to be happy with you or keep the lifestyle heâd grown so accustomed to and be miserable with her. He looked so sad, and you desperately wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but you stayed silent, wanting him to say what he was feeling all on his own for once. You needed a simple answer.
But Rafe Cameron never did anything the simple way.
He didnât say anything, he just started walking toward you. Once he was close enough to touch you, and your back was against the wall, he reached up to touch your face gently with one finger, silently asking if you were still in pain from your collision earlier. When you didnât wince or push him away, he leaned down, bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.
âJust one more time, please. Donât kick me out, be with me one more time,â he whispered against your skin.
You shook your head slowly, whispering back, âI wonât kick you out, but I also wonât let you touch me and then marry her.â
âFine, I wonât touch you.âÂ
Rafe leaned back, only slightly, pulling his face away so you were level with his chest. He folded his hands behind his back to show you he meant it. You could smell his familiar musk, his chest so close to your face you could hear his heartbeat as you looked up at the pulsing veins in his neck. His hair, still wet from the shower, flopped messily over his forehead. A single drop fell from his bangs and landed on your collarbone. Rafeâs eyes darkened as he tracked the droplet rolling across your exposed skin, down your chest, over the curve of your tits and finally disappearing into your tank top.
Eyes locked to Rafeâs, you lifted your hand slowly, placing it over the spot the water had fallen, sliding your fingers delicately down the dropâs path. When you reached the neckline of your tank top, Rafeâs eyes consuming every movement, you reached up with your other hand and lowered one of the straps of your top slowly. You dragged your hand down further, cupping your breast through your lacy bralette and biting your lip at the pressure.
Rafeâs jaw clenched. He put one hand on the wall next to your head to steady himself, bringing his body impossibly closer while still not touching you. His other hand fell to his side, moving dangerously close to his dick.
âYou better not touch yourself either, or I swear to god Iâll stop,â you warned him.
âDonât stop,â He brought the drifting hand up to the wall on the other side of your head. âPlease, baby.â
Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his voice, raspy and strained with need. With two hands on the hem of your shirt, you pulled it slowly over your head, leaving you in just the see-through undergarment.Â
âTake that off too,â Rafe tried to sound dominant, but his voice cracked, betraying him.
âYouâre not in any position to make demands,â you scolded with a shake of your head. âAnd youâre not going to see me naked. You have a fianceĂŠ for that.â
Rafe was pained by this, his nostrils flailing as he clenched his jaw in frustration. You ignored him and put your hands back on your body, palming both of your tits again before trailing lower over your stomach. Rafeâs tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips as he watched the way your stomach flexed with anticipation, hands finally landing on the waistband of your sleep shorts. One hand pulled the elastic back while the other slid beneath it slowly. When your fingers ran over the fabric of your panties, teasing your clothed clit, your head fell back against the wall and your jaw fell slack. Rafe ran one of his hands through his hair as he watched pleasure flood your face, desperate to touch something, anything. The hand still on the wall closed into a fist. You started rubbing circles over your clit through your panties, the fabric already soaked through, wet since the sight of him in his boxers. Your breath hitched when you found the perfect rhythm and you closed your eyes tight, a melodic moan rising from your throat.
âFuck baby, youâre so fucking sexy,â Rafe growled through gritted teeth.
Your eyes flew open and you pulled your hand from your shorts, suddenly very aware of the lack of space between you and the vulgarity of what you were doing. You slid under his arm and hurried to the other side of the kitchen.
âYou should go,â you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself and shivering at the sudden loss of his warmth.
Rafe stayed still, trying not to spook you. His head dipped low, looking down at his ringing hands.
âI missed you,â he mumbled helplessly.
âYou mean you missed fucking me?â You asked spitefully.
One agonizingly slow step at a time, Rafe crossed the room. You turned from him as if to push him away, literally giving him the cold shoulder. But he wasnât deterred, he just got closer and closer until he was right behind you, close enough for his breath to sweep across your shoulder as he said, âyeah, what if I do? I miss it so much. Thereâs not a day that passes without me wishing I was here, fucking you so good you scream my name.â
His arrogant words made you so fucking angry, and so fucking wet.
What little resistance you had mustered disappeared. Breathless, you whispered, âwhat else do you miss?â
âI miss your little moans,â he continued, the corner of his lips raising slightly at the sight of the goosebumps that shot up your arms. âI bet you still cry out for me when you make yourself come, donât you? I want you to show me.â
âWe canât do this,â you shook your head.
âNo, I canât do this,â he corrected you. âYou can do whatever you want.â
No fight left, you took his suggestion, and soon you were laying back on your bed, your shorts thrown on the floor, your hand moving feverishly under your panties. Rafe laid next to you, his body drawn in as close as it could possibly get while keeping his promise not to touch you. Youâd made no such promise, the hand you werenât rubbing over your slick folds gripping his arm for purchase as you moaned at your own touch.
âTalk to me,â you begged.
âYeah?â He said excitedly, as if he had been waiting for permission.Â
You nodded desperately, bringing your eyes to his as one of your fingers dropped down to enter yourself.
âYou remember the first time we fucked?â He began. âRight here on this bed. I took you from behind. You were so tight around my cock, like you were fucking made for me.â
You added a second finger, driven by his filthy words. His jaw clenched, restraining himself with more effort than heâd ever given anything as he watched you writhe.
âKeep going,â you whined, eyes squeezed shut.
âI had to turn you around, I had to see that pretty face when you came for me for the first time,â he recalled. âGod, I bet you wish it was me stretching you out right now, donât you? You wish it was my cock pounding you into the mattress until you canât breathe, huh?â
âMhm,â you nodded, lips pouting, overwhelmed by the memories and your need to feel him.
âBest pussy Iâve ever had,â he groaned, feeling himself twitching in his pants, desperate for his own release but committed to yours. âI need to see you come, baby, one more time. Please come for me?â
You cried out as you clenched around your own fingers, their size so inadequate with him so close, knowing what he could be doing to you. But you meant what you said, you couldnât let him touch you, not while his bride was sleeping just across town, no idea her groom was in some pogueâs bed, begging her to come for him. Maybe it was sick, but the thought of him being so desperate for you that he was risking everything with her made your thighs clench around your hand, nearing the edge.
âTell me about the first time you saw me,â you pleaded, the rasp in your voice warning him you were close.Â
âHoly shit, baby, you were so fucking sexy,â he said, rising up from the bed and propping himself on his arm to hover over you, the proximity throwing you into even more of a frenzy. âDancing in that club, the way you move, shit, I wanted to lay you down on that dancefloor and fuck you right there. So did every other guy in there. But they didnât get to have you, I did. And Iâve never been the same since I first touched you.â
It was all too much, his words, the memory, the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out so easily, the way he was talking making you so wet. Your high crashed into you like a truck, your back arching off the bed, your chest bumping into his as you came with his name on your lips.
âThere she is, thatâs my girl,â Rafe exhaled as you rode out your high. Eventually, your muscles gave out from the pleasure and you slumped back into the bed.
He watched you in rapture as your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, struggling to recover. Neither of you knew what to do next, the shock of what just happened washing over you. Your body was so exhausted from the chaos of the day and the aftershocks of your orgasm, all you wanted was him, and you were too tired to fight it.
âRafe?â You whispered into the darkness of your bedroom, the light of the moon the only thing illuminating the small space.
âYeah?â He whispered back.
âCan you hold me?â Your voice sounded so small, and you hated the vulnerability of your request, but at this moment the only thing you wanted in the world was to feel his arms around you.
âI thought you didnât want me to touch you?â He teased gently.
âI said Iâm getting better, not that Iâm perfect,â you smiled, turning your body towards him. âAnd I want to know what it feels like to fall asleep in your arms. Just once.â
âIs it gonna be an issue?â He asked. You knew what he really meant was, âare you going to regret sleeping with an engaged man?â
The answer was yes, but you didnât care.
âJust let me be a little selfish,â you said, turning around so your back was against his chest, pulling his arm around you. âI had you first.â
âYou still have me,â he whispered against your neck, pulling your body into his.
âShhh,â you said, lifting your fingers gently to his lips. âGo to sleep, Rafe.â
He smiled and did as he was told.
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The sunlight landing on your face is what woke you from the deepest and sweetest sleep youâd had in six months. Your first instinct was to smile, humming in satisfaction as you stretched your well rested muscles.
Your second instinct was to reach for him.Â
You shouldnât be surprised, shouldnât pull your knees to your chest, shouldnât be crying alone in your cold bed. Of course he left. He was always going to leave.
Some small, pathetic voice in the back of your mind said, âmaybe he just went to break things off with her.â
Even though it made you feel like the most pitiful girl in the world, you checked his location, still available from the night before. He was on Figure 8, the address you had gone to yesterday. He was at his wedding.Â
He had wanted you to ask him not to marry her. He never wouldâve said it, but you could see it on his face. He had too much to lose, too many people depending on him, too much weight on his shoulders. But maybe he wouldâve given it all up, if only youâd asked.
You threw your phone across the room in frustration. Maybe you shouldâve just asked him to stay with you, maybe you shouldâve put your pride aside this one time, maybe this was all your fault.Â
You were up and out of bed before you had time to talk yourself out of it. You pulled on your catering clothes from the night before. Surely, they wouldnât let you in the gate if you looked like some wedding crashing pogue, but maybe you could slip in undetected if it seemed like you still worked there.
You donât even remember driving there, your stomach on fire with nerves and something that might even be excitement, as you raced across the island. The clock in your car read 1:03pm, and you prayed to whatever god was listening that the ceremony had started late.
As you planned, they let you right in the gate when you said you were with the caterer. You didnât even bother to park at the service entrance, your tires squealing as you came to a stop right in front of the house, leaving the engine running as you ran towards the ceremony site. You could hear music playing in the distance, hoping it was the processional.Â
But when you turned the corner, you heard a large crowd break into applause. You came to a halt, backing up to hide under the cover of a tree a few yards from the end of the aisle. You watched as Rafe appeared, his beaming bride on his arm. He dipped her low, giving her a kiss as the crowd cheered again, the gold ring on his left hand glinting in the sunlight.
You were too late.
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pt. 3 coming soon
#rafe cameron#obx fic#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#angst#Rafe cameron angst#obx smut#smut#June gloom#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe obx#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x you#rafe
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"Tommy?"
"Yes?"
"Did you ever want to date Eddie?"
A little confused by the question, Tommy looks over his shoulder at Evan who's still kneading away the knots in Tommy's back. From his angle, Tommy can't really see Evan's expression.
With a sigh, Tommy flops back onto his forearms. "Why are you asking?"
"Answer me first."
"Never crossed my mind," says Tommy.
Evan's strong fingers dig into a particularly stubborn knot in Tommy's lower back and the latter groans in appreciation. "You flew him to Vegas to watch a fight."
"I flew you to the Grand Canyon to watch a sunrise," Tommy counters. It was to celebrate their three months together and the view had been breathtaking. They had to fly back by mid-morning - they both had work the next day - but it's clear that Tommy has a romantic soul and he's relishing in the free rein to unleash the full force of that romantic soul on his Evan.
"That's different," Evan argues without any heat. "We'd been dating three months by that time. You flew him to Vegas after two weeks of knowing him."
Sighing, Tommy pats Evan's knee, a signal for him to stop and get off Tommy's butt where he's perched. As he rolls over to look at his boyfriend, he wonders what is actually bothering Evan. The most logical thing to do is to ask him, so he does.
Evan scrunches his nose at the query. He's so adorable that Tommy wants to drag him down and kiss him silly, but this seems to be a matter that needs some consideration so Tommy waits.
"I guess... Well, Eddie's good-looking," says Evan, his pretty eyes downcast. "And he has more hobbies that you two share. And you have shared experience in the army. I guess I just... I don't know. Maybe I'm still a little jealous that you spent those first two weeks with him when Eddie and I got to know you at the same time."
"Hmm." Now Tommy has to pull Evan down to kiss him, because he's being silly. "Baby, I flew him to Vegas because that was how I was planning to go to Vegas that night anyway. I had a shift the next day and hell was I gonna drive all the way there and back just for one night." He kisses his boyfriend. "I was happy to invite Eddie along, but if he hadn't accepted the ticket I'd have flown solo anyway."
Evan exhales with a huff. "Okay. Fine."
"As to why I spent time with him first," Tommy continues, grinning widely as he turns Evan by the chin to face him, "he asked if we could hang out. You know, the way someone who isn't flustered by a crush might do?"
"I wasn't flustered!"
"Sure you weren't? Because I seem to remember things quite differently-"
Evan shuts up Tommy's tease and subsequent bark of laughter with a kiss. Tommy smiles into it and wraps his limbs around Evan, trapping the younger man in place.
When they part for breath, Tommy murmurs, "I have never once thought about dating Eddie. He is attractive, yes, but he's not the one I couldn't stop thinking about after the night of the rescue. His smile wasn't the smile I wanted to see up close. And he certainly isn't the one I want to hold like this and kiss, like this," Tommy demonstrates, "for the rest of my life."
Something in Evan's gaze relaxes, grows warm. "For the rest of your life?"
"Yeah. A little early to ask properly, perhaps, but yes. The rest of my life."
Evan takes a deep breath and burrows close. "Okay."
"That's it? Okay?"
"You want more, you gotta wait until you ask properly. But it's... I'm good with it." Evan pecks a light kiss to Tommy's lips. "The rest of our lives."
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#tevan#kinley#i meant to keep it light and teasing#but somehow they have to turn it sappy
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life after you and satoru adopt the first years đđ
fic of that here. i recommend reading that before these hcs đ
contains: mentions of pregnancy / birth
yuuji still can't believe it. he now has a large room in you and satoru's large home, parents that adore him, and siblings that'll forever have his back. he cries about it sometimes. after everything he's been through, he finally has his happy ending.
megumi is the most relaxed he's ever been in his life. it felt so good resting, knowing that he was safe and that you and satoru wouldn't let anything happen to him. he sleeps so much. you and satoru saw it coming. he's been in survival mode ever since he was a kid. of course, he's going to want to rest. whenever you see him napping in the sunroom, you put a small blanket over him.
like yuuji, nobara also can't believe it. sometimes, you see her just watching everyone else in disbelief, unable to believe that she's now a part of the family. she's always smiling, though. her favorite part of the day is that last hour before bed, where she's next to you in one of the large bathrooms doing skincare together.
three months into the adoption (and four months into your pregnancy), you ask the three of them if they'd still like to be sorcerers. to your surprise, they said yes. when you ask why, yuuji points his thumb over at satoru and says, "gotta help dad out."
satoru definitely cried later because yuuji called him 'dad' for the first time.
though satoru accepted that, he preferred for the three of them to take far fewer missions so they could enjoy the rest of their childhood. to his relief, none of them disagreed with it.
however, the higher-ups of jujutsu society weren't too thrilled at the news of you and satoru adopting them because that meant that they would have fewer sorcerers.
what they did express great interest and delight in, was the fact that you were pregnant. they were already chatting about how powerful the baby would be and what great things they could achieve; not just with satoru's technique but also yours. hearing those old bastards talk about his child as if they were already a perfect weapon, like he was made to be, made his blood boil.
satoru shut it down swiftly and told them that the baby wouldn't have anything to do with sorcery, regardless of what technique they were born with. they deserved a happy, safe life far away from the horrific system that devoured children. he saved yuuji, nobara, and megumi from it before it could kill them. every day, he wished that he and suguru were saved from it.
when the higher-ups objected, satoru gave them a chilling warningâthat he'll show no mercy to anyone who tries to threaten his family's safety and happiness, and that's final.
yuuji, megumi, and nobara keep up with their training, but they also spend a lot more time doing things that genuinely interest them.
you and satoru spoil them rotten. obviously. when it comes to fun family trips, you all always go overboard, but it didn't matter. all three of them never got to have fun experiences, plus, you can tell that satoru is making up for all of the things he missed as a child.
your old colleagues and students from jujutsu tech showed up to your baby shower, and it warmed your heart to see just how loved this baby was even though they weren't born yet.
you and satoru decide to wait to find out the gender until they're born. every evening after dinner, all five of you sit on the large couch in the living room, and the four of them take turns talking to your stomach.
they're always so excited when the baby kicks.
the final empty room in your massive home is stocked with everything that your newborn is going to need.
you're with megumi and nobara when your water breaks. you call satoru, who was shopping with yuuji, and tell them the news. "don't panic, but my water broke, and-" too late, they're both already screaming.
after so many hours of labor, you finally give birth to your beautiful baby girl. her hair is mostly like yours, but she also has a few white strands that she took from satoru.
she also inherited the bluest of eyes, and while satoru is extremely happy, he's also worried. because of the power he was born with, he was hunted. he never wanted that for his princess.
you can tell what he's thinking, and you stroke his cheek, telling him that it was going to be okay because your daughter had so many willing to protect her.
yuuji, megumi, and nobaraâa little teary-eyed because their new baby sister was so freaking cuteâassure satoru that he wouldn't be the only one with the role of protecting the family. they were sorcerers too, after all.
that brings the most gentle smile to satoru's face.
#this is literally what i daydream about 24/7#written by rey <3#satoru gojo x reader#parent au#jjk#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x f!reader#gojo x you#gojo x female reader#satoru gojo#gojo imagines#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#satoru x reader
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Aim for the Sky Part 26 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: You've given Bradley one job to do, and he's not quite sure how successful he has been. But he couldn't care less whether or not you're on birth control. Not when he's in love with his family. Not when there are so many other things starting to press on his mind.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, body image, oral sex, smut, DILF Roo
Length: 4000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.
Bradley loved La Jolla. He loved this hotel. He loved the people that you and he became every time you stayed at this hotel. By Friday night, he'd eaten two seafood platters at the beachside restaurant, taken two naps on a blanket in the sand while you played with his hair, consumed a lot of your breast milk, and fucked you all over the hotel room.
"Let's call and check on Rose again," you mused, laying across Bradley's lap on the couch. He had his hand tucked inside the front of the fluffy, white robe you were wearing, gently caressing the soft underside of your breast and your belly. He had just finished making sure you didn't feel too full, and now you were yawning and snuggling up against his thigh.
"If you want to FaceTime your parents, we should get dressed."
"Why? I think the robes are fine," you said, gesturing to the matching one he was wearing that was a little too small on him. "It's not like they don't know what we're doing here."
Bradley felt himself blushing. He supposed anyone would make the same assumption, but he pulled your robe tight up to your neck and tied the sash anyway. As if that would ward off the idea that all he wanted to do for the rest of the weekend was fuck you until you couldn't walk.
"Okay, let's call and check on Rose."
A few seconds later, you were sitting next to him on the couch, and both of you were staring at your phone screen. Rose was on her play mat in the living room, holding her head up like a total boss, trying to reach Tramp.
"I swear she's almost crawling," your mom's voice said through the phone.
"She's only three months old!" you replied, rolling your eyes.
"Almost three and a half," Bradley supplied, pulling your phone closer to him. "I told you she's a damn genius."
"She is," your mom said. "She holds the bottle by herself when we feed her, and she reaches for the pages in her board books when she likes the colors."
"See?" Bradley asked you, gesturing like he was right all along.
"And she's just adorable, too," your mom gushed, moving the phone closer to Rose's face. "Such a sweet baby. Just like you were."
"An adorable genius," Bradley reiterated, making you bury your face against his neck while you laughed. "Everything's going okay there?"
"Of course," your mom promised. "Dad's taking a little nap so he can do the nighttime feeding. He took Tramp for a long walk earlier. Rose has been eating like a pro. Everything is good. Enjoy the rest of your weekend."
There was a hint of teasing in her tone while she said the last sentence, and Bradley cradled his face in his hand as you said goodbye and ended the call.Â
"It's like she knows we did a bunch of dirty shit on the balcony last night," Bradley murmured.
"Do not start with me, Bradley. Dr. Morris knows you've had your cock in my ass because you can't keep your mouth shut."
"Oh," he said, immediately perking up. "Can we do that again? Zero risk of you getting pregnant even if I don't pull out."
Your lips were all over his even as you laughed. "I didn't bring the fancy lube. It's probably on my nightstand with my pill pack."
He wanted to suggest he knew how to get you so wet you would be fine without the fancy lube, but he wasn't about to press his luck or hurt you. And now he was distracted as you yanked at the sash securing his robe before kissing your way down his chest. "Okay," he grunted, watching your every move. "I like this, too." Your wide eyes were aimed up at his as you trailed your tongue down along his abs and settled on the floor between his legs. You let your cheek rest on his thigh, close enough to his hardening cock that he could feel your breath when you spoke.
"I have an idea."
"Jesus," he whispered, licking his lips as yours grazed his sparse leg hairs. "Tell me, Baby Girl," he coaxed, running his knuckles softly along your cheek. "Anything you want is what we'll do."
Your lips brushed his balls, warm and deliberate, and a shiver surged through his spine like electricity. A low groan escaped before he could stop it. His eyelids fluttered shut, head tipping back as you kissed him delicately.
"How about we get drunk on champagne and mess around for the rest of the night?"
He cracked his eyes open. You were waiting for an answer, but you'd never rush him when it came to this. He didn't love the idea of drunk sex. Consent was important to him, especially because of the manner in which he'd lost his virginity. But you were the only woman he ever trusted with his whole heart, and he knew you would never take advantage of him.
"Change drunk to tipsy, and you've got yourself a deal, Sweetheart."
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You kept tugging your robe shut while Bradley kept trying to discreetly open it further. "Roo," you whispered on a laugh, perched with your legs straddling his lap.
"Hmm?" His own robe had been discarded behind him on the couch, and he was holding a chilled bottle of champagne against your thigh while he sucked on your neck. His mustache was sinful, and his thick cock was heavy against your core. "You're so pretty." He flashed his brown eyes up at you. "I love you so much. Why you trying to hide those titties from me?"
Oh, he was definitely a bit tipsy now, but so were you. Getting him to mess around like this was always a bit of a hard sell, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. But he really turned you on when his lips loosened up a bit. It was always a perfectly mixed combination of sweet sentiments and dirty talk, and you ate it right up.
This time, when he tried to nudge open your robe with his nose against your collarbone, you let him. His eyes lit up as he pushed the sleeves down your arms. "That's better," he whispered as the fluffy fabric fell to the floor at his feet. He leaned back and took a long sip of champagne while he studied you with half lidded eyes. "Oh god. Sometimes I can't believe you married me." Your cheeks felt warm from the champagne as well as from his words as his cool fingertip traced your dainty rooster tattoo. "You didn't have this last time we were here."
You shook your head slightly. "That was your wedding gift."
One big hand slid down your back until he was cupping your ass, and he stood up in one fluid motion while you scrambled to hang on. "Bradley," you shrieked as he walked past the open balcony door and carried you all the way to the bathroom. "Where are we going?"
"I want to fuck my wife," he replied casually, setting you down on the marble counter. "Where we can get a little messy."
You shivered when he tipped the champagne bottle and let some of the bubbly drink trickle down your breasts and across your hard nipples. "It's so cold!" you complained, but his mouth smothered your words and you moaned. When you tried to squeeze your thighs together, he was wedged firmly between them. You were grabbing along the vanity, at his mercy, and you were so turned on.
"I want to fuck you," he repeated before another kiss left you reeling. Then he trailed sloppy kisses down to your breasts, licking away the sticky, bubbly mess. "I want to fuck you so hard, Sweetheart."
His cock was right at your opening, begging for entrance, but all you could do was whimper his name. Then there was more cold champagne on your sensitive skin followed by his warm tongue. You were so turned on, you wanted to cry as you scooted closer to his body.
"Please?" Bradley begged as just the tip of his cock slipped inside you. His voice was like honey as he set the bottle down and wrapped his hand around your hip. "I'll make you feel so good," he crooned, staring at your lips while he stroked your tattoo. He pushed his cock a little deeper still and kissed your forehead.
"Fuck me, Bradley," you moaned as he held eye contact. You were a little tipsy and very needy at the moment as you added, "Hard."
You wrapped your calf around his hip, trying to get what he promised you, but instead you got another slow inch and his cool lips on your temple. Gently, he tipped your head back and whispered, "Are you sure that's what you want? Because you're allowed to have anything. I'll gladly give you anything."
"Why are you like this, Roo? You're sweet and so fucking dirty. Just fuck me."
You squealed when his big fingers dug into your thighs, guiding them further apart, watching the place the two of you were intimately connected. His gaze trailed slowly up your body to your face. "God, you are so fucking sexy," he whispered with a snap of his hips. He bottomed out as you reached for his shoulders to keep yourself steady. "You look like my little slut, the way you're taking me. But you're my wife, which is so much better."
Bradley's words were filthy, and his lips were soft and sweet. But his hands and the pace at which he fucked you were demanding and unrelenting. When his thumb found your clit, circling at a pace that left you breathless, your teeth began to chatter as your back arched. When you came for him, he slammed into you. He let you have him, hard. Breasts bouncing and voice jerky as he went all the way. Sweat beading on his brow as he moaned your name like he'd never get enough.
Your head was spinning with desire, and he went until he was gasping and grunting, using your body to coax him through his own orgasm. "I love you," he murmured breathlessly, his glistening cock still gliding in and out of your pussy before he pulled himself free, shooting cum all over you. The back of your head tapped the mirror as he kissed you just as hard as he'd fucked you.
When he finally let you breathe again, he whispered, "Somehow I love you even more now than the last time we were here."
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On Sunday morning, Bradley got carried away. There was no more champagne, and the two of you had been out late on the beach watching fireworks the night before. You were tired, and he was tired. But when he woke with your body nestled on top of him like usual, your lips were pressed to his neck, and your tits were leaking onto his chest.
"Fuck," he gasped softly. He'd already had you all to himself so many times this weekend, but he wanted one more. He stroked himself as he whispered your name, but you just snuggled in closer against him, working your lips along his skin. It just turned him on even more.
Sometimes he wondered what on earth happened to him that made him go from countless one night stands to a one woman kind of guy. Then you moaned his name, and your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him. Your pretty lips were parted, and your cheek had a soft imprint from cuddling against him. And you kissed him, replacing his hand on his cock with your own.
"Good morning," you whispered against his lips, and this was the reason why. You were all the reasons why.
"I need it," he whispered, and you settled on your back with your engorged breasts in your hands and let him have everything. He fucked you so slowly, barely moving as he drained your milk until you were comfortable. You combed his hair back from his forehead, in no hurry as he plucked at one nipple and then the other, nuzzling his way along your breasts. He rocked into you with steady pressure, making sure you could feel his body against your clit as he kissed you.
It was a slow build, and the two of you would most definitely be late for your check-out time. But he didn't care. Your fingers were laced with his against the pillow. His nose found the curve of your cheek and then your ear. He inhaled your sweetness and your warmth. He could feel it at the base of his spine, the way you were his. It was powerful. You were close, and he knew it. But he drew it out until your body was tense beneath him before going limp. You shook your head, making the most feral sounds, and when he looked down at you, it was almost too late.
"Oh, shit," he grunted, jerking his hips from your body, sending ribbons of his cum against your pussy and thighs and the bedding.
"Did you pull out in time?" you whispered, circling your pert nipples with your fingers and looking up at him through a lust-filled, post orgasm haze.
"Uh," he replied, gasping for breath as he parted your thighs and kissed your rooster tattoo. "Yeah." But he didn't sound convincing even to his own ears as he waited, looking for the telltale sign of a cream pie in your pretty pussy. He saw no evidence there and repeated himself with a bit more authority as he worked his thumb along your opening. "Yeah. I did."
You propped yourself up on your elbows and raised one eyebrow. "You don't sound so sure." Then you paused and chewed on your lip. "Did you pull out last night? Or when we were on the bathroom counter?"
"Yes," he promised, remembering how badly he didn't want to, but doing it anyway. But now your brow puckered in concern.
"Seriously, Bradley. Are you sure?"
He had offered to drive back to Coronado to get your pills. He'd been good about all of it until this moment, and he was afraid to remind you that he came inside you on the balcony as soon as you and he arrived at the hotel. "I'm doing the best I can here, Sweetheart. Okay? Have you ever tried to pull out of your delicious pussy? No. You haven't. It's hard, Baby Girl."
A smile found your lips as he knelt there between your thighs, red-faced and frustrated. "Oh, Roo."
He kissed your bent knee and climbed out of bed. "I'm sorry I like cumming in my wife," he murmured, starting to pack his stuff to head back home. He really didn't see what the big deal was about you being on the pill or not being on the pill anyway. What difference did it make in the long run?
You scrambled out of bed after him, kissing his scarred cheek as you said, "Thank you for pulling out. I'll get back on the pill as soon as we get home. It's the first thing I'm doing after we give kisses to Rosie."
He paused and smiled. "I missed the Nugget. A lot. Next trip we take will be the three of us."
"Agreed."
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"Did she get bigger since Thursday?" Bradley asked, completely scandalized when you and he ran inside after parking the Bronco in the driveway. "I think she grew!"
"I think you're right." You were on your knees next to the play mat where Rose was chewing on one of her crinkly toys and trying her hardest to roll over onto her back. Neither you nor Bradley greeted your parents before you were both cooing at how cute your daughter looked. Bradley ended up with his big body stretched out on the floor, pressing kisses to Rose's forehead as she looked at him.
"We missed you," he whispered, tickling her cheek. "Next time, we'll all go away together, okay?"
"He's such a good dad," your mom muttered behind you, giving her son-in-law heart eyes. "You picked a good one. Proud of you."
You wanted to roll your eyes at her, but you just smiled. "Thanks for staying with her so we could have a break."
"Your mom wants the house in Maryland up for sale by October at the latest," your dad said casually from the couch. "Less than three months away."
"Really?" you asked, glancing back and forth between the two of them now as Bradley rolled onto his back and placed Rose on his chest. "And you'll start looking for a house here pretty soon?"
Your parents shared a look. "Well... we may have already found one," your mom said slowly.
"Rose and I found it when I was pushing her in her stroller," your dad added.
"It's cute. Two streets over from the water," said your mom.
"You better not be joking," you whispered.
"I would never joke about being able to see my granddaughter every day," your mom promised.
"Well, maybe not every day," Bradley muttered, giving you side eyes while Rose reached for his mustache.
You nudged him with your foot and stood with tears in your eyes. "Keep us posted, okay?" you whispered, giving both your mom and dad a hug at the same time.
Once again, your parents were there to stay with Rose when you went to work on Monday morning. Going back to your regular routine in a few more days was going to be hard and exhausting when they were gone again.
"You really wore me out this weekend," Bradley muttered as he rolled his shoulders at a traffic light on the way to base. "I might need a night off."
"Thirty-eight years old seems rough, huh?" you asked between sips of your coffee. You also desperately needed a night off, but you'd never tell him that as he just grunted at you. Three days of nonstop sex and champagne had been lovely, but you wanted a solid nine hours in your bed tonight. And you knew you wouldn't get it any other night after your parents flew back east again and you had to get up to feed Rose alone. "You may have a night off, Roo. But I expect a foot rub."
"So fucking demaning," he muttered, leaning in to kiss your cheek before the light turned green. "You know you can ask me for that whenever you want it."
"I know," you whispered, still yawning as the guard towers came into view. "I hope to god Bickel doesn't pull some three hour long meeting or something today. I just don't have the patience for it."
"I'm kind of hoping to avoid Maverick altogether," Bradley replied, finding an empty spot in the parking garage. "He's always extra hyper after a holiday weekend."
When the two of you parted ways, you dumped your stuff in your office and grabbed your computer before heading to the lab. You just had a feeling something was going to happen, but your boss wasn't even in there when you arrived. In fact, it was just Cat sitting quietly at the counter, tapping away on her keyboard, entering code with a big, fat diamond engagement ring on her finger.
"Are you serious?" you gasped, nearly dropping your computer as you ditched it on the closest counter to make your way over to her. "Jake proposed?"
Her dark eyes seemed to be all mixed up with emotion, but a smile spread across her lips as she held her hand up for you to see. "Yes," she whispered. "Didn't I tell you the ring was massive?"
"Your sure fucking did," you replied examining the rock which was easily four times the size of Carole Bradshaw's ring on your own finger. "Holy shit."
You pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her up tight. "It's too much," she said. "I told him it's too big and that it could pay for college for Jeremiah, but he said he'd make sure that happened, too." When you released her from the hug and gaped at her, she whispered, "He wants to adopt Jer."
"Let him," you replied immediately. "Oh my god, Cat, he loves you both so much."
"I know," she said, pressing her lips together. "We're talking about the next steps that we want to take together." You watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "You're right. He'd be a good dad."
You sat and listened to her recount the way Jake proposed as the two of them tucked Jeremiah in bed in his room at Jake's place. He waited until the Independence Day fireworks were over and they were all alone to do it. She used the word perfect to describe it.Â
Just before lunch, you couldn't wait another minute to talk to Jake yourself, so you jogged out through the hangar and across the tarmac to the tower. You were hoping to catch him as well as Bradley in the rec room, and you weren't far off. You could hear both of their voices before you turned the last corner. They must be out in the hallway. Then Bradley said your name with a laugh.
"Fuck you, man. She's going to want another ring if she learns the one you gave Cat is three carats."
You rolled your eyes at the teasing tone in his voice as he went on to congratulate Jake, but you stayed tucked out of sight when Jake asked, "What did Maverick want you for?"
Bradley groaned, keeping his voice low. "This new opportunity to train incoming pilots at Top Gun. Originally I thought the idea of fewer deployments was appealing, but Mav is all hyped up about me going to Fort Worth for a week or two. He wants me to hand pick some promising aviators to train at North Island starting in the fall. It's starting to sound like a lot more work."
"What's the problem?" Jake drawled. "You'll be home with your family more in the long run."
"Yeah, I know," Bradley said with a sigh. "But my in-laws want to move from Maryland to Coronado, and Maverick wants me to transition to this new role as quickly as possible. There's just so much shit going on, and you know how my wife gets. I don't want her stressing out. And... sometimes I just don't know what I want."
You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him through the wall. He told you he was excited about all of these things. If he didn't want you to be stressed out, maybe he shouldn't make things difficult.
You ducked around the corner to find them both in their flight suits, and while Bradley looked surprised, he didn't look at all annoyed. "Hey, Sweetheart," he said with a smile, but you threw your arms around Jake instead.
"I heard congratulations are in order," you told him as his arms wrapped around your back. "A wedding and hopefully an adoption?"
He chuckled. "Thanks, Angel. Yeah, I better get both."
"I think you will," you whispered, pecking him on the cheek. As soon as you released him, Bradley pulled you in his direction. "Hi, Roo," you said quietly.
"Does this mean you didn't come all the way over here to see me?"
"I did not," you confirmed. "But since I'm here, you can have a kiss, too." The peck you gave your husband was on the lips, but that's all he got.
"There better be more where that came from," he muttered, cocking his head to the side.
"It's your night off, remember?" you asked, patting his abs. "We can talk about some things when you're rubbing my feet later?"
He nodded in the affirmative, but when the time came, he didn't say a word to you about Maverick or Fort Worth or his new position.
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Zuko x reader - I want a future with you
Zuko x water tribe/bender reader! Slime three years after the war he wants to propose to reader and so he ask Katara and Sokka about marriage traditions within the tribe and he carves a betrothal necklace?? And the readers reaction!! Thank you - Anonđ
Zuko gazed at you from across the water village as you smiled and sat in the snow, throwing snowballs with some of the children.
He was so utterly, and deeply in love with you, and he had been since he first laid eyes on you.
You were captivating and he was so proud and happy to be able to say that he was courting you.
But he didnât want to just court you.
He looked around for Sokka, wanting to ask him about this, but when he couldnât see Sokka, he began looking for Katara, and he found them both together.
âZuko? We thought you left this morning.â Sokka said.
âI was supposed to. I have a question for you both actually.â
They nodded and the three of them went to the side to talk privately.
âI know how things work in the fire nation, traditions and everything. But I want to know how they work for the water nation.â
âIs there anything specific you want to know?â Katara smiled.
Zuko glanced around nervously and turned back to the duo.
âMarriage traditionsâŚâ he mumbled.
âYou want to marry (Y/N)?!â
Zuko slapped his hand over Sokkaâs mouth.
âShut up!â Zuko hissed.
âAw thatâs so cute!â Katara beamed.
Sokka slapped the fire lords hand away and share a look with his sister and they both nodded their heads.
âWe can help you, but itâll take a few days.â
They took him away and explained everything he needed to know, gathered all the materials for him and they showed him what he could do.
âDo you have any ideas in mind?â
âNot yet, but (Y/N)s come to the fire nation next month so Iâve got time, thank you so much.â
The whole way home Zuko thought about what he wanted to do, and for days he was stuck up until he looked at the bracelet you had made him.
The little waves you had carefully carved, and he smiled brightly, a new idea entering his head.
He spent nearly a week working on it, trying to make sure it was perfected, then he put it in a little box on his nightstand while he waited.
When you arrived to the fire nation you ran through the city heading up to the palace.
Zuko was just leaving when he saw you running over.
The fire Lord opened his arms and you ran into them, and he laughed softly, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head.
âYouâre earlyâŚâ he whispered.
âThere was a storm coming in, so I set off a day early.â
He hummed a little and nodded his head, watching as some of the guards come over with some of your things to bring them inside.
âI have a meeting, but meet me in the garden in an hour.â
You nodded and jumped up, softly kissing him and you ran away.
Zuko smiled as he watched you run into the palace to go to your shared room.
He knew exactly what you were doing, and he had no issue with it as he had the box in his pocket for safe keeping.
He could hardly pay attention during the meeting, all his thoughts were of you.
The moment it ended Zuko made his way to the garden as fast as he could, and he found you walked around wrapping up in one of his jackets.
Zuko stopped, smiling softly as he watched you for a moment.
âDear?â He called.
You looked up from the flowers you were admiring and smiled, wondering over.
You stood in front of him and he reached out, taking your hands in his.
Zuko raised your hands and gently kissed the back of your knuckles.
âI have something for you, close your eyes and hold out your hands.â
âOh?â
You did as he said, and you felt something being placed in your palms.
âI love you and I.. I really tried.â He said.
You opened your eyes and looked at the open box, a soft gasp leaving your mouth.
You reached out, carefully picking it up, and Zuko took the box and he set it aside.
âDo you know what this is ZukoâŚ?â
âI do. And I hope you consider accepting (Y/N). I love you, I want to marry you.â
You smiled to yourself, running you fingers over the carvings of the water and fire nation symbols.
It was kind of messy, and you could see where he had make a few mistakes or gotten angry and accidentally burned the wood.
But it was perfect.
âI want to marry you too ZukoâŚâ
Zuko grinned brightly and he gently took it from you, putting it around your neck and he slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.
He ran his thumbs along your cheeks.
You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he leant down, brushing his nose against yours.
âIâve wanted to marry you for agesâŚâ you whispered
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Deceptive Domestication
Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 7.7k | Warnings: sexism, misogyny
Summary: The two of you have to pretend to be a married couple for a mission. Can you live with this false reality? Or will your feelings for Azriel eat you alive when itâs over?
Authorâs note: started making it, had a breakdown, bon apetit
âAngel, where are you?â
Azrielâs deep voice moves on the wind, finding you at the back of your cottage. You twist the new ring adorning your fourth finger, the skin beneath it showing no tan lines, âIâm back here, just one second!â
Azriel laughs, his voice sweet and full of honey, âthe wifeâs an avid gardener. When we were first considering moving here, she insisted we check the soil to make sure she would be able to have her prized blackberries.â
You appear from the side of the house, wiping your hands on the apron around your dress. Azrielâs arm reaches around you, clasping you on your shoulder as you get next to him.Â
âHeâs right, I love my blackberries greatly,â you say, reaching out to shake hands with your new neighbors. They lived in the house closest to yours, a red thatched roof adorning the black building. Delicious smells came from it, and judging by the smoke from the chimney, they were likely preparing dinner when they saw you two.
âWe just wanted to come by and meet the two of you, we saw you come in last night and wanted to introduce ourselves. Iâm Arben,â the male points to himself, âand this is my wife, Alija.â
You nod to both of them - they looked to be a good bit older than you and Azriel, wrinkles adorning their tanned faces. âThank you, this used to be my Uncle Salâs home. Since he passed away recently, he left the home to us and we wanted to leave our home village.â
âIâm so sorry about Sal, sweetheart,â he says, a sympathetic look in his eye, âhe was a nice male, talked about you all of the time. Alija has to finish dinner, but weâll see the two of you around, yeah?â
You press your lips into a firm smile, nodding before pressing into Azrielâs side and turning back to the house. His arm on your back guides you to the door of your new home, his touch a familiar warmth amidst all of the new. Once you cross the threshold, shutting the door behind yourselves, Azrielâs hand falls from your back and he immediately puts distance between you two, walking towards the bedroom he was staying in. His smile drops, the air in the room frigid. Rhysâs words clang through you, a shock to your senses.
Go to this village as a married couple. Iâm unsure how long it will take.
You jolted as Azriel slammed the door behind him. Sighing, you move to your own room, taking in the bags left to unpack. You had taken great care to pack enough to last you as the season changes. The two of you were here indefinitely, marooned in a quaint village of about forty-three people.
Move in, become friends with the neighbors, find out what you can.
There was a circle of villages in the western part of the Night Court where females kept disappearing - six had gone missing in the last month. The villagers were not speaking to outsiders, but Rhysand thought a long term mission might allow the spies to get close enough to get some questions answered.
So he decided on you and Azriel.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
It had been strange seeing Azriel play this version of a spy, even if it had only been a day. You were so used to him lurking in the shadows, it felt so strange to watch him play the part of a doting husband, and to do it well. Introducing you to the neighbors and random villagers, a hand kept on your skin at all times - on your lower back, your waist, your shoulders. It was so easy to get swept up in the illusion you two were selling - even you were convinced you were newlyweds, moving for a fresh start.
Until he slammed his door, reminding you it was all fake, a farse for information.
Things between you and Azriel have always been easy. You two were the best of friends, most of your free time being spent with him since joining the Inner Circle two years ago. The two of you spent countless nights sitting together when sleep wouldnât find you, you two had even developed a code - open bedroom doors at night were a silent invitation for the other to come in, spending most nights in each otherâs rooms, wrapped up in sheets that smelled of the two of you.
All of that ended very suddenly a few months ago. Suddenly his door was always closed to you, your own cracked every night. A call to him, begging him to acknowledge you.
You started keeping your door closed a month ago. It didnât feel right, shutting him out, but clearly you had done something wrong. Your entrance into a room would cause him to leave immediately, changes in his training schedule to avoid you, abruptly turning around when he saw you.
It was all pissing you off.
The rest of the Inner Circle were just as clueless as you were as to what happened to cause Azrielâs sudden distance. Cassian tried to interfere - making plans with both of you for dinner at a restaurant and ditching, trying to force you two to spend time together.
Azriel just left once he caught sight of you.
That was your tipping point. You stopped going to training, you pulled back from family dinners. They were his family first, and you wanted to give him whatever space he needed. Everyone protested, telling you it was his problem, and in Cassianâs words âif heâs going to be a jackass, I donât want him around anyway.â
Still, you retreated, hardly seeing much of the family you had forged over the past few years. No matter how much it hurts you to do so.
Once you began accepting this new Azriel-less reality, Rhys had called you into his office. The high lord looked almost conflicted, your entire family aware that something weird was happening between you and Azriel. None of them dared to ask Azriel, his darkened mood making it incredibly easy to anger him, and anytime they asked you they were met with a shrug and a soft, âI donât know.â
All of them had been scratching their heads, desperate for an explanation for the sudden iciness between you two. It had been weeks of this, and everyone missed seeing the two of you exchanging whispers in the corner or watching Azrielâs shadows wind through your hair.
Which was why Rhysand decided to insert himself into the situation. He called you into his office, and after asking you to take a seat, he began asking after your week. Your eyebrows knitted, confused about the formality of it all, when you realized you havenât actually seen Rhysand in almost a month.Â
You had taken up residence in the House of Wind - since you were a scholar it lended easy access to your work, and whenever you wanted to leave, you asked Azriel to ferry you around. You tried to remember the last time you saw anyone in the inner circle that wasn't Cassian or Nesta, and it was when Cassian offered to fly you into town to get lunch with Feyre three weeks ago.
Youâre not certain how to tell Rhysand the past few weeks had been filled with silence, whatever happened between you and the shadowsinger led you to avoid Cassian and Nesta, avoid training, avoid anything that wasnât being buried in your work in the library.
You look into violet eyes, and you check your mental shields because heâs looking at you as if he already knows how sad this whole situation has made you.
You take a deep breath, shrugging. âTime is passing, I suppose.â
Rhysâs face falls a bit at just how dejected you sounded. It wasnât supposed to be like this - they all knew there was something between you and Azriel, they all saw how you two gravitated towards each other. Neither of you would open up about whatever it was that shifted things so quickly and easily and it was pissing all of them off.
âI need your help with something.â
It was the best plan they could come up with to try to salvage things.
-
You woke up early the next morning, determined to tend to the garden before the sun reached its peak in the sky. You had plans later in the afternoon to meet with a few of the women of the village, but you had to get to working on this garden. There was no time table on this mission, and the two of you only had food stores to last you a few months.
If you were to be stuck in this purgatory that long, you needed new food to replenish whatever you use.
Your story to tell the villagers was that the two of you were quite young from the other end of Illyria. The two of you were extraordinarily lucky that one of the older fae males in this village happened to pass away a few weeks ago, allowing the two of you an easy in. You merely reviewed some family records, and were posing as his beloved niece, here to lead a new life with her husband.
You tended to the garden behind the house - the weeds had grown wildly in the previous ownerâs absence. Your âuncle's absence, that is.
You spent all morning pulling weeds, making quite an improvement to the garden before you decided to go in and make yourself lunch. You came in, rinsing the dirt from your fingers, the water feeling nice against some of the minor cuts you acquired outside. After drying off, you pulled out a loaf of bread, slicing the bread to prepare some sandwiches.Â
You hummed to yourself, trying to fill the silence of the house. It wasnât large - a quaint two bedroom house with two bathrooms, a nice little kitchen, and a sitting room. You were a bit surprised at how well the interior of the house had been maintained by your âuncleâ.Â
Azriel was headed with the rest of the males to the war camp, spending his day training as a lesser ranked Illyrian. He was glamoured to look enough not like himself to the other Illyrians that they wouldnât think anything of him. You had also glamoured some of Azrielâs siphons, only allowing one on his chest to remain. He was not happy about it, not wanting to seem so much weaker than he truly was. He wouldnât listen to any of your points about it, but Rhys eventually convinced him to allow your glamour to cover six of his siphons because âitâs quite obvious who you areâ.
Azrielâs refusal to listen to even your opinions on the mission was grating. You wanted to get to know the local females, and Rhys agreed with you, but Azriel kept arguing that âit wasnât safeâ.
Stupid Illyrians and their stupid pigheadedness, you suppose. If youâre not supposed to speak with the other females, why were you even here?
You knew this mission would be difficult for Azriel - his hatred for his own people fueling centuries of anger and resentment. You thought being trapped here was an appropriate punishment for how he had iced you out of his life.
You had just finished making your sandwich when there was a knock at the door. You brushed your hands down your dress, glamouring wings back to life behind you, breathing deeply before you answered the door.
An Illyrian woman stood in your doorway, her dark curls slightly hiding her tanned face that was turned down. She was taller and broader than you, but still small for an Illyrian. Her demeanor told you they treated her that way as well. Her wings were tucked in tight behind her and her shoulders shook lightly before you.
Her voice was weak as she told you, âwe go every day, bringing lunch to the males, if you wish to accompany us.â
Wish.
You knew the reality of coming here - you knew they would give a few days of grace to settle in, set up your garden, bereave your uncle before they assigned you to a chore rotation. In communities like this one, everyone had to pull their weight.
It was just astonishing how âpulling your own weightâ made the females seem two to three times heavier than the males.
You nod your head to the female, closing the door behind you as you meet her outside. You had no idea where the war camp was, knowing it mustnât be too far from the village. You vaguely remember Azriel and Rhys discussing the three villages that filtered into the camp, how all three were short walks from the villages.
Dirt crunches beneath your boots as you walk alongside the female, her deep brown eyes downcast towards the ground, shoulders hunched to make herself as small as possible as you walk. âWhatâs your name?â You ask, your voice causing her to flinch. Her eyes were wide as they looked at you, shock at being addressed you presumed. It was astonishing how awfully they must treat her, because her face resembled a wounded dogâs.
âKaltrina.â Her words are mumbled, and you have to strain your ears a little to hear her.Â
âKaltrina - itâs nice to meet you. Um, are you married?â
Not your usual first question, but around these parts marriage was as good as social standing. Also any unwed women over the age of 24 were considered âunwantedâ or âuntameableâ. This village was harsh on women - even by Illyrian standards. The males of this village made Devlon look forward and free-thinking.
âNo, not married. I live with my brother, Dardan.â
Her tone didnât suggest anything about him, but you werenât sure exactly what it meant. She offers you a smile and a soft nod, âis your husband nice?â
You offer the same soft nod before you hear her say, âheâs quite good looking, too.â
You pause, trying to remember everything Cassian and Rhysand had told you about Illyrians to prepare for this - they told you males were incredibly territorial, treating their wives more like trophies and laborers rather than spouses. A male would take this as a compliment - one mention of a good-looking wife would be something to boast about, mentioning it more than once would be an offense.
But how did the females treat their husbands, how did they speak to each other about them? It was the biggest gap in your knowledge, but you suppose you can explain away any discrepancies on how far away the two of you came from.
âYes, heâs quite pretty.â
She giggles at your words, and you feel a swell of pride at getting it right. She walks next to you, standing a little straighter for the rest of the walk.
The two of you made it to the war camp, joining the other females to distribute food to the males. The males look at you like youâre not much more than a piece of meat or some dirt on their boots, but your eyes scanned the crowd for Azriel, not finding him the entire time youâre there.
You do get a chance to speak with a few of the females as you all head back to the village, carrying leftover food with you. Most of them seem to welcome you - suggesting what crops grow best in the area, telling you to reach out if you need any help with anything.
The other females head off at the fork in the road, telling you and Kaltrina they would see you the next day. You breathe deeply, looking to Kaltrina once more. She hardly spoke once the two of you had met up with the other females at the war camp, keeping her distance from them the entire time.
âHowâs your brother?â You ask, the innocent question causing Kaltrina to flinch.Â
âHeâs a fine male.â
Her answer feels so dry, so rehearsed. You donât press the issue, changing topics instead. âHow will you spend the rest of the afternoon?â
âChores.â
You listen to the birds singing around the both of you, their song a beautiful melody across the skies. You eventually pass a house similar to your own, but a bit smaller, the roof not well cared for. Kaltrina gives you a small wave before turning down the path to her house, disappearing behind the door.Â
You kept walking towards your own house, but you did see her appear in the window briefly, watching you walk down the road. It made the hairs on your neck stand up, but you quickly looked forward again, making your way back to the house, determined to finish unpacking this afternoon.
-
You had finished unpacking by the time you heard the door open, Azriel traipsing through the house.Â
âHello my loving husb-â
Your sarcastic words die as you turn to see his face, a cut on his lip and a black eye. He shakes his head, trying to tell you itâs nothing, and he starts moving to just head to his room, but youâre not having it.
âWe have some bandages in the bathroom.â Your words donât have a command in them, but he heads towards the bathroom. You pick up a bottle of alcohol, dabbing some on a rag. You motion for him to sit on the edge of the tub, and he goes.
Youâre a few inches from his face, the closest youâve been in months. His scent was so comforting, you just wanted to wrap yourself in it and stay for a while. He stays silent, his face a blank slate you could slap any emotion to.Â
His shadows have been having fun whizzing around the house. He had told them they had to stay completely hidden if they were to come to the war camp with him, otherwise they had to stay in the house or go off wherever they wanted. They didnât like the options, but most of them stayed with him, tucked into his boots, his pants, the hilt of his sword. Now that he was back, they scattered across the house, energetic wisps of darkness moving through the house, through your hair, against your skin.
âWhat happened?â
He huffed, his fingers dancing on his thighs in irritation. âIâm a new male, theyâre just seeing if I can take it.â
You nod, and from the irritation in his voice, you know heâs shutting you back out. You hold the alcohol covered rag up to his lip, cleaning the blood from his face. He had healed a good bit since he received the beating, and you notice his knuckles are bloody.Â
Hopefully he put up a good enough fight.Â
âI went with some of the women to the war camp to distribute food.â
His eyes snap to yours, his wings rustling behind him. His eyes were dark, a look to them youâve never seen directed at you. He reaches his hand up to your wrist, his grip tight but not uncomfortable.
âWhy the fuck would you do that?â
Youâre taken aback by his tone - even if your relationship was tenuous, he never took such an aggressive tone with you. In all your years of friendship, the most strain in his voice you had heard directed at you was when you were free climbing up the cabinets of the kitchen to get to the top shelf for some cookies.
âBecause Rhys thinks-â
âI donât give a damn what Rhys thinks when it comes to you, I said it was a bad idea and to stay away from them.â
âTheyâre battered females, Azriel! The males treat them like dirt! And their friends and sisters and mothers have gone missing. I can help them, I know I can - thatâs why weâre here!â
His hand tensed around you before he pulled his hand away from you. He looks away from you, his harsh breathing echoing through the small bathroom.
âYouâll only get yourself hurt by talking to them.â
He snatched the rag from your hand, pushing past you out the bathroom and into his room, slamming the door on your once again. You want to scream or stomp your feet at how ridiculous he was being.
âIâm not a kid you can boss around, Azriel.â
His silence didnât make you so certain about that.
-
The next week goes by much like your first full day in the village - you wake up after Azrielâs gone, tend to the house (your âuncleâ left it in semi-decent shape, but it did need a few repairs), head with Kaltrina to the war camp to feed the males (where you were even able to meet Kaltrinaâs brother and several of the femaleâs husbands), and spend your afternoon preparing dinner for the two of you.
Youâre not on speaking terms with Azriel after his outburst while you cleaned him up - every day heâs returned with some minor cut and scrape, and all you do is point to the alcohol and provide him with fresh rags. You wonât clean him up yourself, youâre too pissed at him for that, but you still urge him to do it himself
You still care, despite it all.Â
Despite the ice between you and Azriel, the females of the village began opening up to you, accepting you as one of their own. You join them every day to serve lunches to the males, and several of them even invited you to their homes to help teach you how to cook with the regional vegetables.Â
âYour husbandâs too skinny,â one said, âIâll teach you how to cook.â
You werenât sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but you took it for what it was - an offering. You spent the afternoon with her, learning how to smoke pig âthe correct wayâ. She had told you her name was Bora, she and her husband have lived in this village for several centuries, and she has had many, many smoked pigs.
âNone compare to my family recipe.â
She was quite intimidating, and you could tell she took shit from no one, not even her husband. You were touched that she would share her family recipe with you so readily, thinking perhaps she took a special interest in you until another female stopped by and, after telling her Bora was teaching you her family recipe, she told you, âitâs how she inaugurates new females to the villageâ.
You were less touched and your ego deflated a bit, but you were still grateful she would spend so much time with you. The afternoon flew by, time not registering as you helped Bora peel her vegetables while the pork cooked.Â
You looked up, noting the dark sky through the window, dropping the zucchini. âOh no,â you mutter, running out of the house to the road, eyes wide to find Azriel running up the road, blades drawn. His siphon was glowing in the dark, itâs cobalt blue blazing with intensity.
He was frantic, and you could have sworn you saw his shadows frantically zipping around him, moving in and out of houses. His body visibly relaxes as he spots you, rushing towards you. His arms wrap around you, crushing you into an embrace. His breathing is ragged, âI thought- I thought- you-â
His words come out choppy, but he pulls back, his hands on your face. Heâs breathing hard, trying to string words together. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
âIs everything alright?â
Boraâs voice startles Az, and one of his shadows whips into a defensive position before you shoo it away. He quickly collects himself, moving one of his hands to the back of your head, pulling you to his chest.
âSorry, I got worried when I got home and my wife wasnât there.â
He pats your hair, his hands combing through them softly. âJust need her to be safe, sâall.â
Bora nods, perhaps more understanding than she should be of Azrielâs concern. âAh, to be newly married again. She was safe,â she turns away before adding, âsheâs always safe here with Bora.âÂ
The older female waddles back inside for a moment before coming back out to the two of you, the tray of pork and vegetables on it. âHereâs dinner tonight - Boraâs family recipe.â She winks at you, and the two of you politely thank her before heading back to your house. You carried the tray, but Azriel kept both of his hands on you the entire walk back.
The walk back is mostly quiet, Azrielâs heartbeat slowing as the adrenaline leaves his body. You swivel your head around, noticing no one out in the village at this hour.
âWhy were you being so nice and touchy to me out there and anytime we see the neighbors?â Your words come out barely more than a whisper, but you knew he heard them. âThe men in this village hardly view their wives as more than livestock, it might be more suspicious for you to be so nice to me.â
He turned, just enough for you to see the side of his face, to watch his mouth as he said, âI could never do that to you.â
You spent the rest of the walk in silence, spending the entire time dissecting the way he said âyouâ.
-
Your house with Azriel is still quiet, the two of you living separate lives behind the oak door. Sleeping apart, eating dinner in different rooms. You two only spoke when you were outside of the house.Â
A few days after cooking with Bora, you and Kaltrina were headed back to the village from the camps for lunch when she offered to help you make dinner.Â
âI want to say thanks, for being my friend.â
Her words make you feel terrible over how strange you had found her. Maybe she was just awkward. You werenât sure, but you knew youâd be safe inside your own home, so you agreed to let her stay.Â
The two of you prepare dinner, Kaltrina seeming a bit nervous as she skitters about your kitchen. You make idle small talk, but the air in the room seems so off you canât put your finger on it.
âWhat will your brother be doing for dinner tonight?âÂ
She looks a bit downcast as she tells you, âhe has plans tonight, heâs eating at his friendâs house.â
Her tone tells you not to ask anymore, and you donât press the issue any further.Â
The two of you eat in silence, Kaltrinaâs eyes moving around your house, taking in every detail. She excuses herself to the bathroom, and you show her where it is.Â
In Kaltrinaâs absence, Azriel makes his way through the front door, his shadows beginning to spread throughout the house in contentment. You quickly shake your head at the tiny wisps that come to you, sending them back to Azriel. You point towards the bathroom, jerking your head at the noises from behind the door trying to tell him someone was here.
The water runs, and Azriel quickly moves across the room, his arms circling your waist. Your eyebrows pinch, but you quickly relax them as Kaltrina leaves the bathroom. Her steps halt at seeing Azriel, her eyes wide at his sudden appearance.
âKaltrina, this is my husband. Valon, this is my friend, Kaltrina.â
He nods to her before squeezing your waist and giving a swift kiss to your temple. Kaltrinaâs eyes linger on the display of affection, not breaking contact even moments later. Azriel rubs your back, eyes fond as he looks to you, âIâm going to head to bed, take your time with your friend, but donât leave me waiting too long.â
Was that a signal? You two slept in separate rooms - what did his words mean? You lean up, kissing his cheek before rubbing at his jaw and nodding. He turns his attention towards Kaltrina, âit was nice meeting you Kaltrina, my wife is quite fond of you. Have a good night.â
Her mouth is slightly ajar, her cheeks a harsh shade of red as she squeaks, âgood night.â
Azriel nods at her and he slips into your bedroom, a sight that doesnât go unnoticed by you. You turn back to Kaltrina, her eyes lingering on the door to your bedroom, and you could almost feel the yearning radiating from her.Â
âCome on, we should clean up a bit.â The two of you head into the kitchen, cleaning and scraping the dirty dishes from earlier. You two work in silence, the only sounds in the room are the scrubbing of pots.
âYour husband seems quite nice.â
Her voice is full of want and yearning. You stop cleaning pots before you, Kaltrinaâs eyes fixed on you until you look. She turns her eyes away, looking back to the pots.
âYes, he is very kind.â
âHeâs unlike any of the males around here.â
This conversation felt a bit dangerous. Azriel said it was fine, that he couldnât treat you the way any of these males treat their wives - like servants, like cattle, like nothing. But you knew the females of the village would notice how he treated you, if they havenât already. You start to wonder if they had noticed, discussing the odd outsiders, figuring the two of you out, getting you-
âHeâs very good-looking.â
Kaltrinaâs voice startles you, and you look to find her not even looking at you, gazing off to some point on the wall. Had she meant to say that out loud? The two of you finish up cleaning, although it is mostly you doing the work, Kaltrinaâs gaze is lost somewhere on your kitchen wall. You quickly escort her out, wishing her a good night. You offer to walk her home, but she declines, saying sheâll be fine on her own.Â
You close the door behind her, taking a deep breath. Azriel was in your room - your room - the one with the unmade bed, clothes haphazard around the space. You two used to frequent each otherâs private chambers, but now you canât recall the last time he laid in your bed, perused the books on your shelves, or sat in the chair in the corner of your room at the House of Wind.
You push open the door to find him pacing in front of your bed, his shadows lounging lazily on your bed. You nod to him, picking at your fingernails.
âI think itâs Kaltrina. I think sheâs the one doing this.â
âKaltrina?â His voice is full of surprise and misunderstanding. âYou think Kaltrina, that little thing is behind all of this?â
âYes! I just.. Donât know why.. The way she talks about youâŚâ
âWe canât go off of silly little feelings when convicting someone of a crime, you know.â He stands in front of you, his wings blocking the light from the candles, casting shadows across his face.
âIâm well aware-â
âYou have to think - where would she keep them? How could she overpower so many Illyrian women? And besides, why does it matter what she thinks of me?â
Your anger was bubbling to the surface, his condescending tone leading you to yell out, âwhat the fuck is your problem, Azriel?â
He looks at you, turning away quickly while muttering, âwe are not doing this here.â His shadows are ever so slightly trying to push him back towards you, but he ignores their attempts, plowing through them to your kitchen.
âNo, I think we are doing this right here, right now. Iâve let too much shit go by and I canât keep acting like everythingâs okay anymore.â You take in a shaky breath. âIâm tired of pretending. Just tell me whatever it was that I did that made you hate me and we can move on!â
âNo.â
His curt reply annoys you even more, and youâre directly in front of him poking his chest.
âJust tell me what I did!â
âYou didnât do anything.â
âThatâs clearly not the case.â
He groans in frustration, running a hand down his face, but you are unrelenting in your pursuit for the truth.
âWe were friends, you used to like spending time with me. I donât know what happened that made you hate me-â
âI donât hate you.â
You laugh, âwell you could have fooled me. For months everyoneâs been asking me what happened between us, and I have no clue! Itâs like you woke up one day and decided we couldnât be friends anymore!â
âThatâs not what happened-â
âOh, itâs not? So you were pretending to be my friend while you secretly hated me before cutting me off one day?â
âI HAD TO.â
His eyes were wide with an almost feral-like look to them. He looked almost more beast than fae.
âI had to. Those fae that were trafficking females and males, they⌠â His hand shakes as he curls and uncurls it, his scarred fingers twitching with the motion. âOne of my spies found your name in one of their notebooks, reported it to me immediately.â
His ferocity is turned on you, hazel eyes looking into your own, as if he was searching through your soul. âDonât you get it? They know you, they know who you are.â His voice raised an octave, squeaking, âbecause of me.â
âSo, what? Because someone knew that I was important to you, you cut me off?â
âNo it wasnât-â
âOh, no, was it that someone pointed out to you that I was important to you and you didnât like that?â Your voice was raising, getting louder, but you couldnât care.Â
âThatâs not-â
âIâm a big girl, Az, I deserve to know everything before making decisions. I donât deserve my decisions to be taken from me.â
âWill you let me speak?â
His shadows were covering the windows, the doors, the walls. His chest was heaving as he tried to get the words out, tried to make you see.
âI couldnât let anything happen to you.â
âSo instead of explaining this to me, you cut me off like I meant nothing to you? Why couldnât you just tell me that? Why couldnât you tell me-â
âYou would talk me out of it! Convince me it was in my head. I needed you to be safe, for cauldronâs sake!â
You sniffle, eyes catching on the door. âI have a lot to think about,â is all you say before storming out, closing the door behind you. You walk from the house, your boots sinking into the grass at your feet as you walk aimlessly around the village. Your thoughts whirled and swirled of Azrielâs words, your hands pulling at your hair in frustration.
âHey, there.â
You whip around, fist raised, to find Dardan looking back at you. You quickly drop your fist - he could still tell the others you showed defiance towards him and youâd be in a lot of trouble.Â
âOh, hey, Dardan, right? I must not have heard you. How are you tonight?â
You try to make your voice sound as pleasant as possible, as feminine as possible.Â
âJust taking an afternoon stroll,â he muses, âcare to join me?â
You look around, noticing youâre much further from the village than you intended. Even though you were a married female to the rest of the village, it was still disrespectful towards your husband to be seen on the outskirts of town with an unmarried male.Â
âUm,â you start turning around, your gut trying to tell you this was wrong, wrong, wrong. âActually, I should get back to my husband. I need to start working on dinner soon.â
You turned your head just in time for something hard and metal to make contact with it, the last thing in your vision was the ground before complete darkness.
-
Your head was killing you, your neck at an unnatural angle as you opened your eyes. The room was dark, but still too bright for the pounding of your head. You take a deep breath, trying to note your surroundings.Â
Your hands were bound behind you, some fabric you should be able to easily pull apart. You were on the ground, some dirt beneath your body as you laid on the cold ground. You began tugging on the fabric, trying to maneuver your hands to slip through the knot.
âTug all you want, we got a talented witch in these parts.â
Your body goes cold at the voice.
Dardan.
Fuck.
You want to slam your head on something, but thereâs nothing. Your breathing speeds up, your mind moving through all your interactions with Dardan.
You thought he was nice. He had been amicable to you at the war camp, you barely even thought of him during this mission. You thought it was Kaltrina. How could you have gotten things so wrong?Â
He smiles as he watches your brain try to figure things out. His smugness was a new look for Lee - one that made him look very unattractive. âWe knew one of Rhysandâs dogs was bound to show up at some point, just didnât think theyâd bring a pretty bitch like you with âem. Color me surprised when my little sister brought you around.â
You snap at his words, âbitches bite.â
He goes by to sharpen whatever knife he was wielding before replying. âWe got big plans.â
Dardan wouldnât say more than that, continuing to sharpen his blade before inspecting it. Once it was to his satisfaction, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you from the ground. You scramble, trying to get your feet on the ground, kicking at the dirt he was dragging you across to gain some footing. His pull on your hair was unrelenting, even as your arms flailed back trying to hit him.
Eventually youâre able to get your feet beneath you, trying to keep up with his steps. He opens the doors to the structure you were kept in, the light of dusk surprising you. There was no way to tell time in that barn.
âItâs almost sunset, girl.â
You have no idea what heâs talking about, trying to take a big inhale so you can scream. The sound was piercing - a loud screech coming from you. Dardan just laughed. âScreech all you want, no oneâs around for miles.â
Rhysâs words echo in your mind.
Stay close to Azriel.
A warning you had forgotten when you stormed off. Dardanâs tight grip brings you towards a clearing full of other Illyrians from the village you had been staying in and several of the nearby villages. Youâre about to call, to beg them for help, when you notice six of the males are each dragging a female in some way towards the center of the clearing. You canât see over the wings and heads in front of you, but the crowd parts for your eyes to land on a stone altar with ancient languages carved into it.
The crowd gave enough space for the six Illyrians to stand in a circle around the altar, each one cradling a woman by their neck with a blade pressed to it. You start fighting back against Dardan, trying to scratch him, hit him, but he throws you towards the altar where two winged males stand, catching you in their arms easily. You throw out your hand, making contact with one of their jaws, a soft âbitchâ hissed at you.Â
You throw your bound hands into the other oneâs gut, but the first one grabs your elbow, twisting harshly. You struggle in the hold, winding your head back to headbutt him, but the other one grabs your head, holding it in place. You start kicking your legs out, hoping for any kind of contact, but a male from the crowd comes up and catches your ankles.Â
The three males hold onto you, moving you on top of the altar. Your movements do nothing to stop them as they clamp down your feet, moving towards your hands, shackling them to the altar as well. Your pleas to be let go fell on deaf ears.
You turn your head to the left, two of the females coming into your view. Their wings twitched as their captors held them, not much fight in them. You yell to them, begging for them to fight back against the males at their backs. Tears stream down the side of your face, leaking into your ears as you watch their complacency, what theyâve been conditioned for.Â
Nausea rolled in your stomach at the idea of how long theyâve been aware of this fate. These girls have been missing for weeks and months of their lives, kept Mother knows where to beat them into compliance.Â
They stood at attention, knives to their throats, unmoving.Â
Your eyes water seeing Kaltrina amongst them, her eyes downcast.
It was sickening.
Dardan comes from the crowd, looking down at you over the crook of his nose. He raises a knife to your throat, your skin nicking on the blade as your breathing quickened.Â
âAny last words?â
You look up at Dardan, mustering every ounce of defiance onto your face as you pull back, spitting into his smug face. His face falls for a moment before wiping the saliva off. Dardan looks towards the sky, âjust a moment until sundown. If only your pretty little shadowsinger could be here now, to watch you become the ultimate sacrifice.â
Breathing gets harder as the seconds tick by, knowing the sun will set at any second. You felt a cool breeze blow over you.Â
Not a breeze.
A shadow.
âGet your fucking hands off of my mate.â
Your heart stops in your chest, something sparking deep within you at Azrielâs growl of warning in a tone youâve never heard from him before. Dardanâs knife is still pressed to your neck, but youâre able to move your eyes enough to see wisps of shadow pulling the knives away from the necks of the other females in the circle.Â
You tilt your head back, barely able to make out Azriel standing behind Dardan, his shadows angrily darting all around him. Several more of them make their way to you, almost cloaking you in the scent of their master.
Dardanâs arrogance doesnât balk at the sight of Azriel, his grip on the knife tightening.Â
âYou can drop the âmateâ act, freak,â Dardan spat out, his words causing the shadows to whirl in agitation. âWe need her-â
In a flash the shadows coating you slithered up your torso, slithering around the wrist that held the blade. They pulled the wrist away, the knife narrowly avoiding slicing your throat. At the same time, Azriel moved for Dardan, his fist connecting with Dardanâs jaw causing a crack across the clearing. Dardan hit the ground, but Azriel dove after him, landing punch after punch.
In the chaos of the fight breaking out, the crowd was in hysterics, all of the males attempting to fly or flee, pools of shadows surfaced at their feet, tripping them up, their bodies slowly disappearing into the darkness. Some of them tried to crawl from the darkness, but to no avail. The crowd quickly went from about 30 males to just the six females left, all unharmed, huddling together for some form of protection.
Azriel was choking Dardan out, scarred fingers forcing the breath from Dardanâs lungs. âI will enjoy taking my time with you.â Azrielâs words hung in the air as Dardan slowly slipped into the shadows underneath him, but Azriel remained on the grass. He quickly got to this feet, most of his shadows gone, likely to keep the Illyrian prisoners in check.
He stumbles over to you, quickly undoing your binds before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you from the altar.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â are all he says, his words repeating as you feel tears fall onto your shirt. You gripped him just as tightly, finding it easier to breathe in his presence for the first time in ages.Â
âI canât live in fear anymore.â
He lunged for you, capturing your lips in a kiss. Itâs rushed, full of fear and trepidation.Â
But by the cauldron was it warm and full of life.Â
He pulled back, wiping spit from his mouth, his fingers covered in blood pushing the hair out of your face. âWhen I heard that your name was on one of those books, the bond snapped for me. I flew in a rage, killing all those traffickers. But I knew there were more like them out there.â
His eyes were full of regret, âI should have told you, but I thought youâd be safer not knowing. Then I figured this mission was my last time to actually have you, to play pretend.â
You laugh at the ridiculousness of it, pulling him in closer to you. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling that deep smell of cedar that you adored more than anything. It felt like coming home.
âIâm still pissed at you for not telling me.â
He chuckles, a deep, warm sound you havenât truly heard in ages, âcan I make it up to you? I wonât keep secrets from you ever again.â
He holds your face in his hands, his own eyes wet with tears. One of his hands pulls away, his tan skin radiant in the moonlight. You bring up your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You keep your eyes on his, âno more secrets. From either of us.â
He nods, a bargain tattoo beginning to snake its way on your skin.Â
âNo more running.â
The tattoo wove its way on your skin, dark tendrils solidifying where your forearms meet. When you pull your hand away, the tattoo is incomplete, missing the gaps where Azrielâs arm belongs.
Much like a one-sided duet, your tattoos look empty without the other there to complete the song that echoed in your chest, the song that hummed at the sight of him. The bond didnât feel so much like a snap as a slow sinking, as if you had finally opened your eyes after so long.Â
Wrapped in his arms, the two of you had a lot to figure out - the females, what to do with the strange occult Illyrians, but the two of you could do it.
He promised - no more running.
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iâm right over here why canât you see me?
// your best friend ellie has always known sheâs liked girls. youâve always stood by and watched her chase after girls who donât really care about her. what ellie doesnât realize is youâve been completely and utterly in love with her this entire time. what happens when abby anderson, the captain of the soccer team, proposes you two fake âhookupâ in order to get under ellieâs skin? is ellie finally going to see whatâs been in front of her this entire time, before the tall charming jock can steal your heart? //
[warnings: angst, pining, jealousy, fuck!girl ellie.]
xxxxx
pt.1
ellie has always been clueless. from the day you met her during your first week of freshman year, she hadnât realized you were flirting with her. at first it stung; you and ellie had been getting close for two weeks during your first month at university, and she had seen you as nothing more than a really cool friend. you knew you liked ellie as soon as you talked to her. you complimented her iron maiden tee shirt, and you quickly realized you two had more than three classes together. ellie was staying all the way at the end of the girls dormitory, and you were staying in the middle; sharing a room with your roommate dina.
dina and you clicked right away, and it wasnât long before the three of you were having girls nights together and hanging out. the only problem was, it was so painfully obvious how much you liked ellie. dina would notice how pink your cheeks would get whenever youâd talk to the brunette; or dina would catch you staring at ellie during movie nights. it wasnât entirely one sided either, whenever dina and ellie would hang out alone, ellie never seemed to shut up about you. sheâd always find an excuse to bring you up, and dina wasnât an idiot. she knew ellie liked you too, the taller girl was just unaware of her own feelings for you.
it wasnât until ellie started âdatingâ kelly, one of the girls on the debate team, that dina realized just how stupid ellie williams is.
it was a normal day for you and dina when you saw ellie and kelly together. the blonde was practically sucking ellieâs lips off, and it made you cringe. but it also caused your heart to crack right in your chest. you hadnât seen ellie with anyone else, and you didnât expect to, regardless of listening to her talk about how hot kelly was. you didnât think sheâd actually pursue kelly. though as you stop in your tracks to pathetically watch ellie kiss the shorter girl back, you know you were wrong.
ây/nâŚâ dina trails off, and you shake your head, trying to play it cool. âitâs fine. sheâs been talking about kelly for months. i saw it coming.â you lie and dina rolls her eyes. âi didnât even know kelly was into girls.â the raven haired girl responds, as you both continue walking to your next shared class. âwell the way she was frenching ellie in the courtyard certainly wasnât straight.â you mutter.
thoughts of ellie and someone else plague your mind throughout the rest of the day. but you love ellie, even as a friend. so you donât make it known that youâre hurting. youâre pretty good at acting as if nothing is going on, so thereâs really no difference in your behavior towards ellie. you do however, distance yourself a bit until you find out that kelly ditched ellie for mark, one of the english majors. things go back to normal after that pretty quickly; ellie goes back to spending every free moment she has with you, and you unfortunately start crushing on her again. maybe you never stopped. itâs the beginning of a cycle you have when it comes to her.
itâs really not a surprise to you when ellie finds another girlfriend during sophomore year. by now youâve both been friends for a whole year, and sheâs actually one of your favorite people on campus. it also wasnât a secret that you and ellie were close; most of the time, wherever you were, ellie was and vice versa. even though a part of you had come to the conclusion that ellie would never see you in that way, there was still always that part of you that held out hope. it didnât help that dina would always tell you how much ellie likes you, how she just doesnât know it yet.
but right now, as you watch ellie at jesseâs frat party hold angela sanders close, youâre starting to realize how stupid youâve been. you sigh softly as you swish your cup around, âyou do realize this is a party, right?â a soft southern voice asks you, causing you to look up and see abby anderson, the captain of the soccer team. you and abby have been friends since sophomore year started. sheâs in your womenâs history class, and her essay on womenâs equality was moving. since then you and abby have had a few conversations, but never anything too serious.
âi hate things like this.â you admit, finally prying your eyes off of ellie and angela in order to look at abby. âyeah, judging by the way youâve been glaring at williams all night, i donât think the parties the reason youâre so down.â abby teases lightly, and you roll your eyes. âiâm not down.â you mutter, and abby raises a brow, clearly not believing you. âand i havenât been glaring at ellie and her girlfriend.â you add before taking a sip of your drink. abby laughs in a way that youâre sure every girl on campus finds attractive. âiâm sure lying to williams is really easy, but iâm a little more perceptive than that.â
you frown, and abbyâs grin deepens. âso you just came over here to tease me about it?â you ask begrudgingly, and abby shakes her head quickly, her eyes widening as she realizes she might be coming off as an asshole right now. âno! i justâ fuck, iâve wanted to say hi to you all night, but iâm clearly blowing it.â abby stumbles over her words, and you feel a small smile tugging at your lips for the first time since you arrived. you roll your eyes playfully, âyou couldâve just started with âhey y/n, nice shirtâ??â you question a bit, but your tone is light now, and it causes abbyâs grin to return as quickly as it disappeared.
âhey y/n, nice shirt.â she greets you in this stupidly cute way that causes your cheeks to flush a bit. âhi abby, thank you, i spent almost an hour picking it out.â you admit and she canât help but laugh. she glances at your cup and notices itâs nearly empty. âhey, wanna get a drink with me and talk outside? i hate loud music.â abby confesses sheepishly, and the offer is tempting. you hate loud music too, and crowded places. but you promised ellie youâd leave with her. though as you take a quick glance at the brunette, you see a large smile on her face as she enthusiastically nods at whatever angela is saying.
âyou know what? that sounds really nice, letâs go.â you admit honestly, and abbyâs smile is bright enough to put the sun to shame. what starts as a desperate attempt at fleeing the scene in front of you, turns into you realizing you and abby actually have quite a bit in common. when you first met abby, you thought she was a huge womanizer like every other girl on the soccer team⌠but the more and more you got to know about her, you realized she was just a polite, awkward woman who was strangely endearing. you find out abby is originally from salt lake city, and has lived a pretty privileged life.
you laugh as abby tells you the name of her horses back home, and she flashes you a charming smile. âiâd love for you to meet them one day. i can definitely show you how to ride!â abby admits, sounding eager. you giggle, feeling slightly buzzed; your cheeks are on fire and you canât help but notice how big her arms are. you hadnât ever noticed that before. for a moment you forget ellie even exists as you think about abby âhunkyâ anderson teaching you how ride. though your mind goes to very sinful places that have nothing to do with a horse. âsalt lake city? iâve never even left my hometown before coming hereâŚâ you trail off, and abby nods in agreement.
âsame here. iâm terrified of planes, so my dad drove 12 hours just to bring me here.â she admits, and you feel a large smile tugging at the ends of your lips as she blushes sheepishly. she rubs the back of her neck in the most adorably awkward way, âi canât believe i just admitted that to you. after half an hour.â she grumbles, and you giggle uncontrollably before your phone buzzes in your back pocket. you reach for it, and as soon as the screen lights up, you see you have a missed call from ellie, along with a string of texts.
ellie (11:13 pm): wya??
ellie (11:20 pm): dina said she saw you leave. did you leave early??
ellie (11:25 pm): turned around and you were gone. you good?
âeverything okay?â abby asks, and you know you should call ellie back, and tell her youâre still here⌠but if she thinks you left, whatâs the harm in staying a little longer to talk to abby? after all, ellie is more than preoccupied with angela, you doubt sheâll notice youâre still here. you look up at abby and offer her a small smile, âeverythingâs fine, my friend was just wondering if i left.â you answer simply, before ignoring ellieâs texts and stuffing your phone back into your pocket. âyour friend as in⌠ellie?â abby questions, her voice lacking any malice, in fact she just sounded curious. you nod, and the dark haired blonde raises a brow in amusement. âwhat has you so hung up on her anyways?â the taller girl asks simply.
you furrow your brows, shrugging. âsheâs my best friend. i donât⌠itâs not that big of a deal. i had a crush on her at the beginning of freshman year, and i guess i realized i wasnât her type.â you explain bluntly, and abby makes a face. ânot her type?â she questions uncertainly, âyou know, popular, pretty, borderline straight.â you mumble and abby throws her head back and laughs. âoh sheâs in that phase of lesbianism.â the jock states in a hinting manner, causing you to flash her a puzzled look, âwhat do you mean?â you sound as confused as you look, and abby thinks you might be the cutest girl sheâs ever met. right now sheâs actually pretty grateful ellie williams is too much of an idiot to see whatâs right in front of her.
because abby saw this as a challenge. a challenge to make you forget all about your little crush on ellie. abby was a very patient person, and she was also committed to something once she wanted it. and if abby anderson wanted something, she stopped at nothing to get it. âevery girl who likes girls goes through that stage. you know, falling for a straight girl. thinking you can âturnâ a girl. sheâs still heavily in that stage of lesbianism.â abby states in a matter of fact manner, making you laugh loudly. âthere are stages of lesbianism now?â you ask in between laughs, and she laughs as well. âyeah there is! i can write a whole thesis statement about it.â abby says cockily, and you let out a small little chuckle. your eyes shine with something, and you canât help but notice how beautiful abby looks under the lit up lamppost.
just as youâre about to respond, ellieâs voice interrupts, causing you to freeze. ây/n! there you are, i thought you left.â the brunette rushes up to you, angela is nowhere in sight but dina is treading a bit behind ellie, obviously trying to keep up with her. âi was just talking to abby.â you say as you gesture over to the taller woman who has a smug look on her face. ellie looks at abby and her face seems to change for a moment, âhey y/n! weâre gonna go get some late night tacos, wanna join?â dina asks, as she approaches you all.
dina is normally a pretty perceptive person, but right now sheâs drunk and is absolutely oblivious to the tension in the air between ellie and abby. âum iââ abby cuts you off before you can even start, âi could always walk you back to your dorm later. if you wanna stay.â she says a bit hopefully, and ellie scoffs. âno way.â the brunette states curtly and you furrow your brows. abby raises a brow a bit challengingly, instead of addressing ellie personally, the honey blonde glances at you, âitâs up to you, y/n.â she says with that charming smile that causes ellieâs jaw to tense. ellieâs eyes flicker to you, and meet yours for a split second before you look back at abby.
âi think iâm gonna stay and hang out with abby. iâm having a nice time.â you say, causing ellieâs heart to sink into her stomach. suddenly the thought of you and abby getting close tonight, and possibly hooking up, causes an uncomfortable sensation in ellieâs gut to build up. âseriously? you think weâre just gonna leave you here with her? alone? no way. what if something happens to you?â ellie asks, raising her voice slightly. you frown, âabby and i have known each other for months now, ells. i appreciate the concern, but iâll be fine.â you really just want ellie to go, you were having a nice night forgetting all about her and angela.
ellie looks like sheâs about to argue, but dina tugs her arm. âcome on, dude. y/n is fine. letâs go.â dina slurs, the thought of tacos making her stomach rumble. the brunette glares at her best friend, but allows dina to drag her away. âcall me as soon as you get back to your dorm!â ellie demands, you hate that your stomach flutters at the thought of ellie being concerned about you. your gaze lands on abby who has this amused look on her face, âwhat?â you ask, blushing slightly.
âsheâs totally in love with you.â she mumbles, and your eyes widen. you let out a breathless laugh, âwhat? ellieâs not in love with me. sheâs so into angela itâs ridiculous.â you respond, and abby scoffs. âhow are you so smart yet so oblivious?â abby inquires, causing you to roll your eyes, swatting her arm. âiâm not oblivious! iâll have you know iâm actually very perceptive.â you defend yourself, and abby doesnât look the slightest bit convinced. âreally? then donât call her tonight.â abby challenges, and your face changes; smile falling at the thought of not calling ellie to let her know you go back to your room safely. sheâs probably going to be waiting for you to call.
âiâ i canât do that. i have to let her know iâm safe. sheâs just worried about me.â you come to your best friends defense, and abby flashes you an expression that says âare you seriousâ. âshe was not concerned about your well-being. she was concerned about us hooking up.â abby clarifies, and your cheeks turn a shade of rosy pink at the thought of ellie being bothered by you hooking up with someone else. of course you didnât plan on hooking up with abby tonight, even if you do think sheâs undeniably sexy, you werenât the type to sleep with somebody to forget about someone else. the thought of using abby didnât sit right with you. sheâs been nothing but nice to you.
âbâbut you and me arenâtâ i mean⌠iââ you begin to stutter in a way that makes a shit-eating grin etch itself onto abbyâs lips. she cuts you off before you can make a embarrass yourself. âdonât worry, y/n, i know weâre not hooking up tonight. but ellie clearly doesnât. you shouldâve seen her face. i know that look.â the taller woman states, and you shake your head, still not fully believing ellie is being anything other than a good friend. âwhat look?â you take the bait, deciding to entertain the idea a little longer. âthe jealous girlfriend look. she was staring at me like she wanted to rip my head off.â abby chuckles, and you shake your head, âellie has a resting bitch face. she always looks like that!â you declare, not sounding as convincing as you wish you did.
âyouâre so naive itâs cute.â the tall woman half jokes, and your face feels as though itâs on fire. âeven if ellie did have a thing for me⌠she clearly is too busy with girls like angela to even realize it.â abby hates how genuinely upset you look, and in a fleeting moment, she pathetically offers something that changes her life.
âi mean, we can always pretend to hookup⌠maybe even more. maybe she just needs to see what sheâs been missing.â abby offers, and amusement flickers in your big, wide eyes. âyou think thatâll get ellie to admit she likes me?â you ask in a tone so hopeful it causes abbyâs heart to lurch. she envies ellie williams in this moment. âjealousy has a way of making people admit things theyâd usually never say.â abby says, and she looks down at you; her eyes flittering across your face as she takes in everything that is you. abby doesnât have many friends here, just manny and nora. sheâs had a few girls try to talk to her, but sheâs never been able to hold a conversation with anyone for long, until now.
of course the first girl iâm actually interested in, is into williams.
âyouâd really help me make ellie jealous?â you ask, a bit uncertainly. abby doesnât know why, but she thinks sheâd do just about anything for you and those big eyes staring up at her. âof course. i mean, how hard could it be?â she asks, and your eyes light up. abby truly didnât realize just how screwed she was until you wrapped your arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly. âthank you! thank you! thank you! i canât believe youâre going to help me!â you squeal, turning into this excited schoolgirl that abby hates is all because of ellie fucking williams. abby hugs you back, but she knows by the way her heartbeat quickens due to the smell of your perfume, yup, sheâs screwed.
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[special thanks to james @louisferrignojr for the idea]
There's buzzing in his ear.
Tommy slaps his hand onto his bedside table and drags it across the top in search of his phone. He finds it â his eyes are too blurry from sleep to see the time or the caller ID, but the dark outside tells him it's ass o'clock, and the only reason to be getting a call is an emergency. He hopes he swipes the right way to accept and brings the phone up to his ear.
"H'llo?" he asks, or tries to, with how his mouth feels glued shut. There's panting on the other end, something- some wet sound.
"Hey, Tommy."
Evan's voice wakes him up faster than any call from the station would.
"E- Buck? Are you okay?"
There's choked laughter on the other end, a sigh. "Mmm, I'm real good, just- just right, in fact." His voice is low, dragging on the syllables. He cuts himself off with a moan.
Oh.
Tommy tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. "I'm gonna go."
"What," Evan goads, "don't you miss- miss the way I, I sound when you fuck me?" Evanâs breath hitches in Tommy's ear. "This is, isn't the piece of you I w-wanted to keep but â ah-" Evan cuts himself off. The next few seconds have Tommy digging his fingers into his own thigh to the sound of Evan's breathing.
"Do, do you think I sh-should have-" Evan's voice breaks, Tommy's fingers ache, "should have put your cock in the box I s-sent Eddie over with earlier?"
Then it clicks.
That stupid clone-a-willy, sitting as a gag gift in the back of Evan's closet until three months ago. When Evan started getting curious about taking more than one cock at a time. When Evan, grinning wickedly, said hold that thought and dove off his bed. It made Tommy laugh at the time. He's not laughing now.
"Buck-"
"You don't call me that."
The vehemence is unexpected, but followed by more heavy breathing. There's a squelch in the background that Tommy can place, now, and he's going to leave bruises on his own leg if he grips any tighter. He focuses on it, the pain, purposefully dragging his attention away from how his cock aches in a decidedly different way.
Evan moans â satisfied, the way he does, did, when Tommy really focused in on his prostate. "You- god, Tommy, you feel so good."
Tommy can feel his resolve weakening like it's a physical thing. "Are you- have you been smoking, or-"
Evan laughs and Tommy feels it slip down his spine. "God. I had- had a couple drinks, dad. Or- sorry, daddy."
Tommy's resolve is all but a memory. He shoves his hand into his boxers and wraps his hand around his cock. It's a little unpleasantly dry, the friction dragging just a little too uncomfortably, but now that he has himself in hand, he doesn't have anywhere near the willpower to pull away, even for just a moment.
"Oh," Evan groans, and the sound is like the lick of a flame in Tommy's gut. "You- you touching yourself, daddy? Remembering what it, fuck, feels like to fuck me?"
Tommy squeezes his hand, tight, tighter, like the memory of the clutch of Evan's body around him. He takes long, hard pulls of his cock, squeezing himself at the tip to help slick the way little by little. It makes him think of how much Evan always leaks â the firehose, he always joked â like there's so much of him to give he's just welling up with it.
"What are you doing? You bouncing on it?" he asks, a man possessed. "Or are you greedy? Holding me to your prostate, using me to make yourself feel good?"
"Fuck," Evan cries out. His breathing gets sharper, shallower, faster. "Daddy, please-"
Tommy's hand races itself up and down his dick and his blood thrums in time with the sounds spilling from Evan's mouth into his ear. "Yeah, yeah, come on, you can get there, come on Evan-"
Evan whines and it vanishes into a groan as he comes, Tommy knows he's coming, and knowing that he brought Evan there has him grunting into his phone's microphone, has him spilling against his fist, into his boxers. Pleasure has never felt so sharp-edged.
Tommy breathes into the phone and relishes the sound of Evan doing the same. The moment stretches, bends the way it always does this time of night. He opens his mouth to speak.
The line clicks dead.
Tommy's left in the dark, his hand in his boxers, spunk drying on his skin.
He throws his phone to the floor.
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