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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch15 Setting Hearts A Blaze
(There'll be a small time skip as things will be repetitive until we cut over to the Rengoku household.Plus a funny meme I made for fun.)
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The sounds of traffic and wheels on the road was all that filled the early morning air as you stifled a yawn threatening to leak out of your mouth. It was rather early but you promised to drive your Aunt to the airport the day after Halloween. You hadn't gotten much sleep the night prior staying late at the party and spending a lot of time removing glittery make up on your skin. On top of that you were going to be a little late for work because of said trip you had to take.
"Thank you so much for dropping me off, Hun. These late night readings are killing my posture," your aunt said stretching out an arm. "Now I know why women my age get grey hairs! HAHA!"
You rolled your eyes at her joke before slowly coming to a stop at a stop sign. A giant suitcase was behind her in the passenger seat and you were ninety nine percent sure it was mostly packed up with fliers and other business promotional things. Not something you thought would be taken to a wedding but then again you were talking about your aunt here. Nothing she did ever made sense.
"It's not a problem. And I did promise I would." Turning on your turn signal, you turned left going on down the road where you could make out the airport just a little bit aways. "When are you coming back?"
She waved a hand. "Two or three days from now. I'll call a taxi when I get back don't worry. I just appreciate you being nice enough to take me." She then smiled at you before reaching out to ruffle your hair like a kid. "You're a good kid. Now I can see why that big teddy bear likes you so much!"
"Not while I'm driving," you waved her hand off but smiled. "But I guess so. I feel so lucky to have him after everything that happened. It was like life finally decided to stop making me it's punching bag ....At least when it comes to dating."
The older woman smiled more. "He's a good one. I predicted a happy healthy like for you two."
"You mean when you read his palm without asking him first?"
She shrugged. "He didn't mind and everything I saw was predicable anyhoo- You still haven't let me read yours."
"Because I don't believe in those things no offense. Besides the last time you read my palm, you said I would 'be so beautiful many men and women will fall for me'." You rolled your eyes again putting on your turn signal again before slowly turning into the air port's parking lot. "And that was five years ago get it still hasn't happened."
"Give it time! My foresights always come true sooner or later." She smiled despite you sighing in response. "WHELP! Looks like I've got a date with the skies! See you in a few days!" She had just grabbed onto the car and was about to open it and step out-
"Wait!" In question she turned back around with a raised brow at you as you started patting down your clothes and frantically digging around in your pockets until you eventually pulled out something. Well a lot of somethings. "I need your help with something."
"Oh?" What she thought was a deck of cards, was actually..a deck of cards but not the playing card variety. It seemed to be a stack of business cards that was held up to her.
"There's someone who's loosing business really badly. He runs a dojo somewhere around here and I feel like I want to help him. I know you're pretty good at networking and know everyone there is..Do you think you can help?"
The softer eyes of the older woman eyed you in interest before glancing at the business cards. Taking them with a hum and eyeing the words inked onto their flimsy cardboard bodies... Before she smiled.Â
"I think I can do something with these. I'm surprised you want to help a stranger so badly."
You shrugged. "I don't know why I want to...it just feels like the right thing to do. Plus he's one of Gyomei's friends. It might be good to try and get along with them."
Your aunt hummed again and you flinched as she suddenly grabbed your hand. Looking at the palm very closely and her brows rising in some kind of realization. "Interesting."
"What is?"
"Oh, nothing.~" She giggled dropping your hand and waving you off. "Don't worry about a thing honey. Just leave everything to me. By the end of this month, everyone is gonna flock to ya!"
Your face turned to confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh you'll find out soon enough. Oh. Look at the time! I better go before I miss my flight. You better get going before you're late too."
You hadn't the foggiest idea of what your eccentric aunt was talking about but shrugged it off as her being eccentric again. With he out of your car, you just made the long drive back home and to the college where you were unsurprisingly late and trudged yourself into the daycare tired and sore. Hopefully the children behaved especially good today so you wouldn't have to worry about anything else other than being scolded by your boss.Â
"You look sleepy, Ms. Y/n," one little girl pointed out as soon as you slowly walked into the large playroom trying to tie your apron in the back.
....Yeah. Today might be a very long day for you.Â
Unluckily the comment made by the little girl, whom you gently shooed to go listen to a story someone else was reading to other kids, was not missed by your boyfriend who looked up from where he was wiping glitter glue off a toy someone dropped on top of the arts and crafts table. You couldn't help the tired sigh that escaped you as Gyomei was quick to walk on over and you felt his form practically loom over you as his head tilted.
"You're tired." It wasn't a question, it was a statement that you winced at.Â
"A little bit."
"I thought I asked you to stay home if you didn't get enough sleep."
You waved him off despite the fact that he obviously couldn't see you. "I'm not gonna pass out. I'm just a little bit tired, and I have things to do today."
"Such as?"
Working? Getting today's notes from Giyuu, the project you have with him, and you promised to bake a few things for everyone. Not to mention grocery shopping, bills, cleaning up your house-
You jumped as a large hand suddenly tilted your head back up towards the staring white eyes. "None of that." He spoke as if he could literally read your mind. "After work I want you to go right home and rest. I'll inform Shinobu and Tomioka you won't be able to make the appointment today."
"W-What? But I promised them I'd do it with them not to mention that I also-"
A warmth presses against your head making you instantly turn red and a few little kids gagged and closed their eyes at the sight. One pointed at you both with a disgusted face.
"Ew, Mr. Mei! That's cooties!," she accused him to which he chuckled at her and smiledÂ
"Perhaps so. But I meant what I said." You were wide awake now as he patted the top of your head. "Go home and rest. If you don't I'll just take your keys and carry you home myself."
"Yo-Yo-You're bluffing!"
He hummed. "Am I?"
You decided against wanting to see if he'd actually do that and quickly scurried away when one of the younger toddlers cried out in frustration at his building blocks falling over again and again. His chubby little hands and waddle walk keeping knocking over the blocks he did stack up again and again. You'd have to console him and played with the little guy to make sure he was having a good time.Â
Things weren't really too much different for the rest of the day. You did your job and helped to start clean up and check out the kids as their parents started arriving. However you didn't see Sanemi turn up. It wasn't even Kanae. Or Giyuu or Shinobu or even Mitsuri whom you were pretty good friends with by now. Instead you were treated to the sight of a tall and visibly muscular man whom walked in through the doorway. Orange hair framing his brightly smiling face and just as fiery eyes blinking around until they settled on you.
With a beaming smile he walked right up to you and you blinked as he stood before you. "HELLO, Y/N!!"
You winced at the high volume but still smiled. "Hi, Kyojuro." You greeted the positive man. "What are you doing here?"
"I've been sent to fetch Koto!," he proclaimed hands on his hips, "Sanemi's running late with his tutoring classes so he asked me to come get Koto for him!"
You blinked. "Really? I don't remember Sanemi telling me this and it's policy to call ahead of time for alternate pick ups."
His head tilted like an owl. "Really? He told the front desk lady this morning."
Oh right. You weren't here that morning. You held up a hand. "Let me go ask real quick. No offense. It's just part of the job."
"NO OFFENSE TAKEN!!"
You still chuckled despite yourself and left for just a few minutes. Confirmed with a coworker who was there that morning. And then returned a moment later with Koto on your hip and his daycare bag Sanemi always dropped off with him slung over your shoulder. The toddler was fiddling with a little car but let out a happy gasp upon seeing the red haired man.
"Ren-Ren!," he cheered throwing up his hands excitedly, "Hi!"
"Hello, Koto!" He greeted holding out his arms to the toddler. "Did you have a fun day?"
Koto was happily accepted into his arms with a nod. "Uh huh! Miss Toji reads us Beauty n da beast."
"Ooh. A fun story."
"Where's Nemi?"
"He's late, but I'm gonna take you to the park while we wait."
"YAY!!"
You chuckled at the adorable sight of him holding up the bag. "Here. You'll be needing this. How's Mrs. Shinazugawa by the way?"
"Thank you!" The bag was taken away from you before he again tilted his head in question. Like he seemed to be studying you for a second. "She is doing better. Still a little stressed about paying back everything, but eventually she will and everything will go back to normal for everyone involved. However I believe that you had a hand in her soon to be relief."
You blinked at him. "Oh. You mean the money." He nodded and you hummed. "Well like I told everyone else, he just needed it more than me."
"A thousand dollars and free food for an entire year are a hard thing to give up for most people..and yet you have it all away to a at the time complete stranger."
You winced. "That's not totally true. I-..I didn't really think about giving it to him at first. Really I didn't think of anyone else but myself at first but-.."
"But?," he asked raising a brow in question as you sighed.
"I dunno. I didn't really have a mom growing up so-"...You looked down fingers drumming on the countertop. "So I guess seeing him trying so hard to help his mom made me feel really sorry for him. Maybe it's something I'd wanna do too if my mom was around y'know..Uh.." You stopped when you saw him intently staring at you Koto mindlessly toying with his toy. "Uh. S-Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble on."
"Please. Do not apologize for the honesty. It's rare for someone to have an honest heart and even rather for them to admit things we may not be proud up." His smile got even wider if that was possible. "I can now see why you were able to make such great friends with everyone. You're a good person!"
Despite yourself a small pink appeared on your face, hand waving at him. "Shucks. Stop it. You're embarrassing me. Oh. That reminds me. How's your dad doing? Anything change?"
He shook his head. "Not yet but a few of Senjuro's classmates have shown interest in the dojo! We just have to remain optimistic and keep working at it!"
Ah. So your aunt hadn't worked her magic yet. Makes sense. It hasn't even been a whole day yet...Eh. you really shouldn't expect results to just happen like that. It was as unrealistic as her predicting that men and women would fall for you like some badly written fantasy story.
You nodded. "We gotta look on the bright side of things for sure! Anyways it was nice to see you again, Kyojuro. I hope to see you again sometime."
"INDEED! And thank you again for those delicious cookies! Everyone loved them!"
"Cookies?"
"Not for you I'm afraid!" In one movement the energetic man turned on his heel towards the door. "Now come! The swing sets and slides await us!"
"Yay! Swings!"
You couldn't help but laugh at the goofy man as he left with the giggling child. He certainly was a bright fellow. Everything would be ok. You were sure of that. Even if your efforts did nothing, surely the Rengoku's would be able to get by well.
Days passed by.Â
The October fall being kissed goodbye slowly as the leaves still fell and gave way to that weird time of the months of November where the cool of fall was merging with the soon to be cold of winter and snow. Jackets, scarfs, and mittens were already being seen on so many walking around.Â
It was on one of these days that a slow miracle was creeping up to its unsuspecting gift-y. Not quite a Christmas miracle but it'll do in a pinch for what was to be taken place that evening. A hot bowl of soup and a little bit of rice was always a quick and nice meal for a cold night like this. The kind of meal that'd help to cheer him up and reminded him just how much he loved his wife's cooking when the tray was placed in front of him and a warm kiss was pressed to his lips for a second.
Smiles were always his favorite part of her. Couldn't get enough of it as she smiled at him. "Here. I made some miso soup today. It ought to help you warm up after all the work you did."
Hard work? If you can call cleaning a barely used dojo and moping around all day hard work. He would've laughed at himself if he hadn't felt so frustrated with himself right now. Instead he kept quiet and pulled the bowl closer to him muttering a barely audible thanks. Her smile slowly gave way to a sad frown before she sighed and turned away. Slowly allowing herself to start preparing her own meal and a second tray for her youngest boy. She'd take him a meal as he was busy studying for a few exams before the Christmas break.Â
The scooping of hot soup sloshing around in the pot was only paused when the distant sounds of a familiar beeping noise cascaded through the air. Catching her attention and only making her husband grunt again.
"Are you going to answer that?"
She didn't answer him. Letting the ladle spoon plop back down into the soul with a watery noise and quickly making her way towards the den where no doubt the home phone was ringing out for someone to answer it. It was not too long before the cold plastic was picked up from the receiver and help up to her ear.Â
"Yes?"...Red eyes blinked. "Oh? I wasn't expecting a call from you. Is everything alright?" Her head turned around back towards the man still lazily picking at his soul with a spoon and not eating it. "Yes....Alright then."
Pitiful eyes didn't look up from the sloshing liquid of the soup even as footsteps approached back softly or even when he saw a pair of legs stop at his side out of the corner of his eyes. But he did blink as something was held out to his face. Took him two seconds to realize that it was a phone, and it took him one more second to look back up to his wife in question.
"Dear, it's Mr. Ubuyashiki."
A blink. "Who?"
"He's the chairman of Senjuro's school." The phone was nudged closer to him. "He wants to talk to you."
What? He grunted looking annoyed. "So? What does he want? If Senjuro's done something then-"
"Dear, please just speak to him."
There was a small three second pause before with an annoyed look the phone was taken from her and reluctantly held up to his ear. "Yes?"
"Ah! A different voice!" The voice of the phone was a man's. Clearly one he's never heard before. "Am I to assume that this is the husband of my wonderful calligraphy teacher?"
"What do you want?" He wasn't in the mood for the cheery bull that this voice seemed to have.
"Straight to the point then I see! Then I won't beat around the bush." The voice chuckled but gained a more professional feeling with it. "I heard that you are quite a coach!"
...Another blink. "What?"
"Recently I attended a little celebration of a good friend's son. Your name happened to be on a little business card handed out to me and I was reminded of your son. Polite young man he is."
"What is the point to this? Either spit it out or I'll hang up!" He REALLY was not in the mood to be talking to a man that liked to make random small chit chat even with the stern frown his wife was giving him.
"Of course," the man remained polite and patient despite his annoyance. "It reminded me of the petition Senjuro presented to me a little bit ago to start a kendo club. Usually I wouldn't mind clubs but one of our biggest school sponsors thought it would be a great idea to have an official kendo league added to our school. Frankly I couldn't agree more."
Huh. So his youngest finally did something worthwhile huh?...Guess that was good for him but-
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Well naturally if we're to add kendo to our track and other sports teams we'll be in need of a coach to teach said sport." He completely froze at his words. "But unfortunately we have none."
The world seemed to slow down as the silence continued to stare off at nothing. His throat suddenly felt dry as he swallowed thickly in order to not let his neck to become a desert. "What..are you getting at?"
"Mr. Shinjuro I've heard quite a good deal about you from your wife and others. I'd love to hire you as one of our new sports coaches starting next semester! And have you coach our new established kendo team if that's an option for you."
CLINK. CLI-CLINK.
Ruka blinked as the spoon dropped from her husband's hand and clattered to the table flinging small droplets of miso soup around the oak wood surface. Her brow rose higher at the wide eyed stare he seemed to have. Like he just saw a ghost.
"Honey? Are you ok?"
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Now I normally try to finish books (kindle) even if they arenât the best bc who knows maybe the story will pick up later or whatever, but when the god damn main woman character (in this fantasy book) refuses to eliminate a threat (the villain that terrorized her her whole life, caused all kinds of death, destruction, terror, chaos, heâs completely evil and unhinged) even though she is in a position of power to do so and just puts him in jail instead bc âitâs not in my nature, I canât đ˘â even though literally everyone (that knows 10x better than she ever will) tells her that this guy needs to be killed bc otherwise the whole town and surrounding towns will never be safe again. But noooo for some reason she would rather let this a-hole live and allows his minions to continue walking free amongst the ppl with no consequences whatsoever but, fine, fine I will keep reading, surely she will change her mind soon. Que evil villain escaping (something everybody saw coming a mile away) and in his escape with the help of his minions (they were plotting???? What a surprise!!! đ) he causes even more death, destruction, chaos, terror, at least 45 ppl die during his big escape and so the ppl come to her again and are like âwell damn, that was a shit show, now heâs on the loose and needs to be stopped immediately. Itâs obvious no one is safe, this guy is a rabid dog that needs to be put down. Girl holding the highest position of power now, surely you see that this canât go on and as soon as heâs found he needs to be killed! Right?â And her god damn response after everything is basically âbut but but⌠I donât wanna ��â then no Iâve gotta quit the story I mean for fucks sake! How stupid can you be âwell I donât want my time as ruler to go down in history as violent 𼺠there must be another way, I want my ppl safeâ like girl none is safe with you as ruler you absolute numbskull! âBut but but my morals đĽşâ fuck you and your stupid âmoralsâ. Grow up! you donât care about anyone but yourself. If you actually cared about your ppl you would eliminate the villain that has been terrorizing them for years. How about you give these poor people a little peace of mind instead of whining about your morals. You are more of a threat to them at this point with your inaction. You only care about your feelings and your comfort regarding certain subjects, and yet everybody around is like practically forced to coddle her and be all oh itâs not your fault itâs ok, like no itâs not ok, you are a moron and are not fit to rule! ridiculous, why am I so enraged over some shitty book on kindle? I mean this is a 3 book series, Iâm abandoning it about a handful of pages into the second book, I just canât!
#oh! oooohhh! and!#the villain and 2 of his minions kidnapped her and her friend before she had her position of power ok#the villain who is of courses obsessed with main girl he focuses mainly on her#both girls get beat up blah blah#and then the two minions drag her unconscious friend into a room and keep her there for days#after being rescued the friend has a haunted look in her eye and is a shell of who she once was#and the main girl is like I just canât figure out why sheâs so depressed#sheâs not her happy go lucky self anymore#I have no idea what those two evil men did to an unconscious woman behind closed doors for days#I just canât figure out why she isnât recovering as fast as me from the ordeal#I mean what is with her I just donât know#while I rack my brain Iâm gonna let the exact two men who took her away to wander free with no consequences around the town#someone asks her if she wants to do something about those two men that helped with the kidnapping#no she says Iâm gonna wait until they actually do something#Iâm sorry what??! they kidnap you both beat you terrorize you and drag your unconscious friend behind closed doors for days#and you still canât figure out what they did to her and yet thatâs not enough for you to take action??#what the absolute fuck do you think they did with her you Imbecile!#I mean the villain has only be threatening to turn you into his s*x slave but you canât connect that to your friends ordeal??#I mean really?#you donât know?#I would certainly consider that enough to take action but#I justâŚ.#the idiocy physically hurts me#you are supposed to be the heroine and you are a complete idiot#I hate you girl
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Lessons Well Learned (Jace x Twin!Reader x Aegon)
Summary: Jace was a good husband, a loving husband. He adored you from inside and out. But he knew you all to well. He knew you wanted more than sweet and gentle. And who better to ask than a man known for his carnal nature?
(Sort of follow on to Lessons In Pleasure, the 'lessons' reference that fic but this can also be a standalone read.)
TW: Minors DNI, She/Her pronouns, afab reader, Jace being the softest of husbands, Aegon being Aegon, fingering, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, p in v sex, Aegon now showing Jace how to fuck, canon-typical incest, twin/targcest, they are happy families in this.
Reader is Jace's twin therefore shares features but is not explicitly described.
Words: 4926
THANK YOU again to @legitalicat for not only trusting me with this idea, hope it lives up to expectation!
The news of the betrothal to your twin brother was a welcome one. Your mother, Rhaenyra, was now Queen on the passing of your grandsire, Viserys. With Jace being the eldest child, he was made heir to the throne after your mother. The Great Houses were already in talks with your mother about marriage alliances and the like, those being saved for your younger siblings, your aunt and your uncles.
You and Jace, however, were meant for each other. It had been planned that way for the longest time. Your mother and father, Harwin, were smart enough to see that neither of you would accept a marriage to another. It had taken minor convincing on from Rhaenyra to Harwin to accept such an uncommon pairing, but even he could see past the blood relation to the bond the two of you shared.
The wedding happened just after the two of your turned eighteen, and it had been a few months since your first night together as man and wife. Before you had wed, neither you nor Jace had any experience in the ways of pleasure. Agreeing to save such things for the other, and for your wedding night.
When that night came, there was nerves â as expected â but you both simply let the feelings take over. Not forcing anything more than you were comfortable with and it worked.
For a time.
You had been married to Jace for months now. You were happy, comfortable. You assumed Jace felt the same.
In public, he was as protective and affectionate as he had always been. A hand on the small of your back. Or a hand on your thigh during dinner. When you were alone, he was attentive, loving. Did a little part of you want for more? Maybe. You would sit at tea with other ladies, listening to stories of how their husbands tended to their needs. Or how the men in the books they read would worship their women, bringing them to pleasures you could scarcely imagine. But you said nothing.
You did not want to make Jace feel inadequate, or that he was disappointing you. But he noticed. He always noticed. The way you would seem lost in your thoughts when you lay together, the small and passing look of disappointment when he was as soft and gentle as he always was.
At first, he was lost on what to do. He first went to the library, searching for the novels he knew existed. Maybe you had read them, like your friends at tea did? Maybe that was what had changed your feelings?
Reading them gave him ideas, but how would he know if that was what you wanted? He was afraid of embarrassing you, and himself, by asking. With his literary knowledge in mind, he went to the one person he hoped would help.
Aegon. His uncle was known, once, for his licentious ways. Now a married man himself, it was no secret that he and his wife had a more than satisfying carnal relationship. Who else could help Jace now?
The knock to Aegonâs door was not something he expected. The person on the other side was someone he expected even less.
âNephew? To what do I owe this pleasure?â Aegon asked, returning to his chair and picking his wine back up.
Jace followed him inside and Aegon quickly noticed the nervous energy that seemed to roll off the younger prince.
âI need yourâŚhelp.â Jace forced the words out. Mentally preparing himself for the mocking that would likely follow.
Aegon gestured for him to sit, curiosity turning to confusion. People did not often come to him for help. His relationship with Jace was better than it had been but having him need his assistance was still surprising.
âHelp? With what exactly?â
Jace glanced at the wine on the table, pouring himself a glass and hoping it would calm his nerves. The tart liquid was never something he enjoyed, but the soft buzz it gave his mind was welcome. Aegon watched him intently, knowing whatever he was here for was causing him serious internal conflict.
âWhatever it isâŚâ
But Jace was quick to interrupt.
âI will say this quickly and I ask you save your mocking until I am done, please.â Jaceâs words were hurried, the nervous taking over again but Aegon nodded and waited.
âNow, I am not saying I do not know how toâŚsatisfy my wife. ButâŚâ
Aegon stifled a chuckle, sipping his wine and letting Jace continue.
âBut I fear she wants for somethingâŚdifferentâŚto what I usually give.â
Jace averted his gaze as he finished speaking, not being able to bear the amused look Aegon was likely giving him. Aegon, while amused, could feel just how serious this was. It would have taken a lot for Jace to come to him, and despite the urge to mock him endlessly, Aegon felt the need to help.
âHas she told you? Voiced such things?â the elder asked and Jace simply shook his head.
âI justâŚknow. I always know with her.â
It made sense. They were twins, more intrinsically entwined than most couples could be. Only one thought came to Aegonâs mind. The chaotic voice in his head told him to tell the entire truth in what he was about to say, but he imagined Jace would not want to know his father had fucked his aunt.
âAnd you want to change? What do you believe she wants?â Aegon needed to be sure that whatever he suggested would be something his nephew would accept. It was a line he had never thought to cross.
Jace was silent for a moment. As a lover and husband, he was always soft and gentle. Slow, taking his time to bring you as much pleasure as he could. Never asking the same in return. But maybe that was the problem? Was he too gentle? Too soft? Did you want something more like the depraved lovers from the books in the library?
âThat is the problem, I do not know for certain. I just know what I do is notâŚenough.â
Now that hit a nerve with Aegon. Far too similar to how he felt when his own wife had sought outside help. That she wanted more than what he gave. That she wanted different. And the look on Jaceâs face was much how he felt when Harwin had entered his chamber that evening.
âYou wonder if she seeks something moreâŚcarnal. Or dare I say, depraved?â Aegon asked, watching Jaceâs expression for any emotion either way.
The younger prince only nodded. It had been his first thought. That you wanted him to be rougher, not less loving, but just a littleâŚmore.
Aegon hummed in response. His suggestion could still go either way.
âI can sit here all day and describe all the ways to pleasure a woman, nephew, but I would wager it would not be enough.â
Jace finally met his gaze, and he saw far less mocking than he expected. If anything, Aegon seemed sincere.
âI will help, but I need you to beâŚopen minded. I was once in the same situation as you, though it was a little more of a surprise to me. And I had help the way I will help you.â
As much as he wanted to, Aegon could not bring himself to reveal that Harwin had been the one to help. He had a distinct feeling that Jace knowing his father had bedded his aunt and now Aegon was repeating those lessons with him, would not go down well.
Jace frowned. Was Aegon suggesting what he thought he was? And it seemed his expression was enough to have Aegon explaining further.
âIf you agree, I canâŚshow you. As I was shown. But I would not do so without your permission.â
Jace nodded. So, it was exactly as he assumed. Part of him held a curiosity for where Aegonâs lessons had come from, but that could be something handled later. The question was, did he want it? Bringing Aegon into his marriage verbally was one thing. But physically? That was something else.
But despite his reservations, Jace knew he had little other option.
âI fear it is my only option, I have exhausted all others. How exactly will we do this?â
Aegon had run the situation past his wife first, knowing she would have something to say on the matter. And he had not expected just how enthusiastically she gave her permission. He had thought to question it, but there were some things he simply did not need to know.
Between them, uncle and nephew decided when Aegon would come to Jaceâs marital chambers. The whole situation would remain a surprise to you, until a knock came too late in the evening for visitors.
But what surprised you more was the speed at which your husband went to the door. Ignoring your questions as he tugged the door open and hurriedly spoke to the person on the other side. You could have sworn you were hearing Aegonâs voice, but why was your uncle here so late in the evening?
Your question was answered when Jace returned, Aegon in tow. You looked between the two men with a raised brow.
âAm I missing something?â
Aegon only smirked as Jace went to your side quickly, whispering an explanation as your uncle turned to help himself to the nearby wine.
âAnd you suggested this, uncle?â you asked, bringing Aegonâs attention back to you.
He only nodded, swallowing his wine and smiling. You turned back to Jace. He did not seem upset, which gave you less to worry about. If anything, he seemed the most comfortable he had been for a while.
You were quiet for a moment. Part of you wondered what Jace had said to Aegon to make him both suggest and agree to it. Another part of you did not need to know. You had heard from your aunt about the change in Aegon, though she had not given more details when you pressed for them. And you were curious to see what the lessons here would be.
You looked back to Jace, finding him doing nothing but staring at you. Waiting.
âYou went to him for this?â
You needed to hear it from him. To know what you suspected to be true.
âI did. I knew you wanted something more from me, and I feared you would not tell me if I asked.â Jace replied softly, those brown eyes you loved verging on pup like sadness.
âYou always know, my love, I both hate and love that about you.â You smiled, a hand resting on his jaw as you pressed your lips to his.
You almost forgot Aegon was even in the room. Looking past your husband to see him now lounging on your plush couch, wine in hand as he smiled at you both. It should annoy you, how smug he looked. Like he knew something you did not.
âSo, what exactly is the plan here?â you asked, to both of them really.
The men looked between each other. Clearly, this had been discussed sometime before Aegon came here tonight. That gave you comfort, in a strange way.
âAegon will join us, help me be a different kind of lover. Not asâŚgentle or soft.â Jace explained and Aegon nodded in agreement.
Aegon had something of his own to add, however. He had considered a few things before he arrived. Jace had agreed to his involvement, but what if you did not?
âI will do nothing you do not want, sweet niece. I will not touch you unless you give me permission to now.â
That was surprising. Though you had heard many stories about how, despite his depravities, Aegon was a man of consent. It was now all resting on what you said next. A final look at Jace helped you decide.
âYou have permission to do as you please, uncle.â
Now that was near akin to poking a bear. The look on Aegonâs face should have filled you with dread. But it did the opposite.
âI will instruct your husband first, show it myself if I must. Either way, this night will be nothing short of ultimate pleasure for us all.â Aegon said, his voice rougher and lower than you had ever heard it.
Aegon came to stand at Jaceâs shoulder, where your husband remained knelt at your side as you sat on the bed. Having both men staring at you so intently had your skin heating and your cheeks blushed pink.
âBegin as you normally would,â Aegon instructed and Jace almost pounced on you.
The anticipation had almost been too much for him and his kiss was hungrier than you had ever experienced from him before. Pushing you back onto the bed and planting himself atop you. Your head caged between his forearms as he pushed his tongue into your waiting mouth.
It was like having an audience was already spurring him on. Making him want to work harder to impress Aegon before they had even begun. Your hands already tangled in his brown curls as one of his hands trailed its way to your waist. You could not help but roll your hips up into him, needing him to kiss you harder and touch you more.
Aegon could see your need and he knew that having Jace give in too soon would end this sooner than he would like.
âTake your time, nephew, make her desperate for your touch, for your kiss.â Aegon called over, eyes roaming over the two of you as Jace began to trail his kiss away from your lips.
Your gentle moans had Aegon leaning in, wine still in hand as he watched the way your hands seemed to restlessly grip whichever part of Jace you could find. Soon, the younger prince had your nightgown bunched up your thighs, not quite revealing your bare flesh.
âPleaseâŚJace, pleaseâŚâ you pleaded, trying to push Jaceâs head lower but he would not budge.
You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide as he turned to look at Aegon. Your gaze followed his and you realised he would only act on Aegonâs instruction. Which gave you an idea. If there was one thing few knew of Jace, it was his jealousy. Especially when it came to you. If Aegon was here to teach and if Jace was to hurry up and touch you, you knew you had to act.
âWill you not join us yet, uncle?â
Your hands carded through Jaceâs hair, keeping his where he was as he littered kisses across your hips and stomach. You could feel him tense a little under your hand and you tried again to Aegon to do something, say something.
But Aegon remained where he was, though you could easily see the growing bulge under the fabric of his breeches. His hand now rested just to the side, close enough for him to begin to palm over it.
âIn good time, niece.â
But he did lean in, eyes trained solely on the expanse of bare skin that Jace was revealing as he moved down your body. Your attention was soon returned to Jace as he lowered himself down and kissed down your thighs. Your lower half now bared entirely. You canted your hips up towards his face, but Jace did not give in. He remained teasing, kissing his way back up your body as he removed your nightgown entirely. Your body soon dropping back flat to the bed, eyes closed in pleasure.
His lips soon met yours again and you made quick work of his shirt before your hands dropped to the laces of his breeches, trying to remove them but soon being stopped by Jaceâs hands over yours.
You could hear the soft footsteps of Aegon as he approached the bed, expecting him to move Jace away and begin the next instruction. When he did not, you leaned back up on your elbows to see what was happening. Aegon was clad now in only his trousers and nothing more. Having kicked off his boots and discarded his shirt between the couch and the bed. You chose not to question it, watching as your uncle settled himself next to Jace on the bed.
âNow, the best way to teach is to showâŚâ
Aegon could have done as Harwin had done for him. He could have had Jace sit aside and shown him what to do from start to end. But that brought him little joy in thinking of it. The idea of showing Jace in real time, guiding him to pleasure you, had a burning heat settling in his stomach.
Jace did not expect Aegonâs hand to wrap around his wrist, but he did not push him away. Aegon was the teacher now, Jace a mere student and he would follow the lessons intently. Jace let his uncle guide his hand, not stopping Aegon when he laced their fingers together and trailed their joined hands over your body. Only stopping when they reached your breasts, Aegon urging Jace to begin to massage and squeeze your soft flesh.
You could not help the moans that left you. With Aegonâs help, Jaceâs touch was more forceful than it usually was. Not painful, but the strength behind it was a welcome change.
The joined hands moved down your body, the combined heat making your arch towards them. It excited more than you expected, and you were already wondering where the night would go next.
A soft gasp left you when the familiar feel of Jaceâs palm cupped your mound, the slight roughness making your roll your hips again. Jace glanced at Aegon, the elder waiting for approval before he did what he had planned.
âWatch what I do, then copy when it is your turn.â
Aegon gently dipped a single digit passed your folds and you could barely contain the moan, the roll of your eyes at the feeling. His fingers were a little thicker than Jaceâs, rougher too. He had not removed his rings either, the cool metal sending a shiver down your spine.
âRelax, I will go slow, then your husband will take over.â
You nodded, a faint whimper leaving you as Aegon pushed deeper. His finger soon hitting the sweet spot deep inside and curling over it again and again. Jace watched intently. He had used his fingers on your before, but what intrigued him was just how Aegon moved. His palm flat against your pearl, adding friction as his finger moved in and out.
Aegon kept his eyes on you, watching for signs any signs of discomfort. When he saw only pleasure, he slowly slid another finger inside, smirking as your back arched and you sighed out a moan. Your slick already coated his fingers and part of him knew he should pull back and let Jace bring you to your peak, but the selfish side wanted to feel it for himself. His own wife had told him to, in her words, âdo whatever it took to pleaseâ and he was prepared to do just that.
He sped up his rhythm, your moans rising in volume to match the speed of his fingers and Jace could only watch in awe as you came, and came hard, around Aegonâs fingers. But when he did not stop, your hand reached out and grasped Aegonâs wrist to slow him down.
You were panting, unable to form words but Aegon did as you bid as slowed until he stopped.
âYour wife is quite lucky, uncleâŚâ you breathed out, a small smile on your lips as Aegon chuckled.
âYour turn, nephew,â Aegon offered, turning to Jace and guiding his hand to the position he had just been in himself.
Aegon kept hold of his wrist until he was happy with how Jaceâs hand was settled against you. The elder knew he would need verbal instruction and the words once said to him were all he could think to say.
âMy best advice will always be, to listen. If she moans and pulls you close, keep going.â
Jace nodded, holding your gaze as he began to move his fingers in and out of you. Already sensitive from your previous peak, you were quickly panting Jaceâs name as he brought you back up towards the edge of pleasure.
âOhâŚJaceâŚkeep going pleaseâŚâ
Your back was arching already and Jace made sure to remember Aegonâs words as he listened to your words and kept his pace, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. You welcomed his kiss, tangling your hands back into his hair and letting him swallow your moans.
Aegon could barely contain his own arousal, watching the way your skin flushed pink, how Jaceâs arm flexed as he thrust his fingers harder and harder. His own hand not shy as he palmed himself over the fabric of his clothes, matching Jaceâs rhythm just enough to have his cock twitching but not to make himself come. He was a man of varied tastes, even married, but even he did not expect to quite enjoy himself much.
âHave you licked her before, nephew? Let yourself taste her?â
Jace did not need to look at Aegon to know he was aroused, the rough tone of his voice enough to betray him. Jace nodded, keeping the rhythm of his hand as steady as he could.
âGood, add your tongue while your fingers stay inside.â
When Jace hesitated, Aegon moved to sit beside his nephew again. Urging Jace to tilt his palm away from your skin but to keep his fingers buried inside.
âKeep your fingers moving and watch.â
Aegon leaned down, his thumb spreading your folds slightly and exposing the swollen flesh of your pearl to his waiting tongue. He was gentle, soft licks of the tip of his tongue in the same rhythm as Jaceâs fingers. Your moans increased in volume again, torn between incoherence and chants of Jaceâs name.
But your hand soon laced in Aegonâs hair, keeping him close as he groaned at the feel of your fingers against his scalp. Jace could feel your walls clench around his fingers, and he wanted nothing more than to taste you himself. Aegon had you peaking again and as he pulled away, he put a hand to Jaceâs neck and pushed him down to continue where he had left off.
The overstimulation was bordering on too much. But the second Jaceâs tongue swiped over your pearl, you had your thighs spread to welcome him.
âSuch beautiful sounds you make, niece. Do you not agree, nephew?â
Aegon chuckled as both of you moaned in response to his praise. The entire scene was the most depravity he had experienced for a while on balance, and he was not about to let it end.
Your hands were tight in Jaceâs hair as you peaked again, your thighs closing around your husbandâs head. Aegon was quick to hold them open, letting Jace lap up everything you gave him without interruption.
âPleaseâŚpleaseâŚâ Your voice was soft as you tried to push Jace away, the sensations too much now.
Aegonâs hands massaged your thighs as Jace sat up, both men looking at you with an intensity that had your stomach tightening with desire.
âNow a question for you, sweet one, have you ever ridden your husband?â
It was Jaceâs turn to blush now. It was something that had been talked about between you, different positions that supposedly added to pleasure. But nothing had ever come of it.
âNo, we have talked butâŚâ Your breath was still too heavy to speak, four peaks and counting almost exhausting you.
Before tonight, Jace would be able to at best pull two peaks from your body. This was more pleasure than you had ever felt.
Aegon let out a disapproving hum. His lips curled into a smirk.
âHmm, that will not do. There is nothing more satisfying than having your woman ride you like her dragonâŚâ
With shaky limbs, you pushed yourself to sitting, watching as Jace laid back and made quick work of the rest of his clothing. It did not surprise you that Aegon did the same. Nothing was going to surprise you anymore, you wagered.
Aegon helped you straddle Jace, his grip on your hips gentle as he settled himself directly behind you. Your back against his soft chest and his hands resting on your hips.
âTake your timeâŚâ Aegon cooed, taking a little control as one hand reached around your front.
Jace sat up sharply as he felt Aegonâs hand grip his cock, the feeling exciting him a little more than he anticipated combined with the heat of your core hovering over him. Aegon was gentle, lining the younger princeâs cock up with your entrance. His other hand began to urge you to sink down, his grip a little tighter as you slowly took Jace down to his base.
Your head fell back on Aegonâs shoulder without thinking, Aegonâs other hand soon releasing Jaceâs cock and returning to your hips. He gave you time to adjust, letting your body rest back against him.
âPut your hands over mine,â Aegon ordered softly, and Jace complied quickly.
Aegon moved you gently into a steady rhythm, knowing the angle would be a lot to take for the first time. He helped you roll your hips slowly, keeping you steady against his chest.
He could not resist pressing kisses to your shoulder, his own cock strained against your back.
Jace groaned at each roll of your hips, his cock already twitching in both anticipation and the sweet friction of your flesh against his. But he wanted more, he needed more. Slow and gentle was not what he had planned for tonight.
His eyes met Aegonâs, and the two men came to a silent agreement. The time for slow and gentle was done.
âSeems your husband wants something more, my darling, if you are willing?â Aegon whispered against your neck, and you could only moan in response.
Aegon began to roll your hips faster, almost bouncing you up and down on Jaceâs cock. He continued to grip on to you, his lips a little more forceful on your neck and shoulders as you began to move of your own accord. Aegon made to pull away, but you surprised him by holding on to his arm and keeping him close.
Jaceâs grip tightened as his release tightened in his stomach, his body tense as he helped your hips move up and down.
âI told you it felt good, did I not?â Aegon chuckled, his hands moving from your hips to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands and revelling in the moan of his name that you finally released.
You subconsciously angled your hips, your body working on instinct to add the much-needed friction to your pearl as you let the pleasure take over you. Your hips soon losing rhythm as your release quickly found you. Your moans interspersed with chants of both menâs names as your slick coated Jaceâs cock and the coarse hairs at his base.
âGodsâŚyesâŚâ you sighed out as Jace began to slam his hips up into you.
Aegon added quickly to the stimulation with his fingers circling your swollen nub as you hurried towards another peak. You had lost count by now, the combination of overstimulation and the need for more pleasure had your mind a haze of incoherent thought. You felt Aegonâs other hand leave you and before disappointment could find you, you felt the movement of what you could only assume was him tugging furiously at his own cock.
Your hands rested on Jaceâs chest, your husband slamming his hips as best he could up into your waiting core, chasing his pleasure with grunts and moans that you could not ever remember hearing from him before.
Jace came with a strained moan, holding your body down tight against his as you felt the warmth of his seed coat your walls. Soon, more warmth found your back and rear as Aegon quickly followed suit.
The three of you were silent as you let the highs wash over you. Yet none of you felt awkward or uncomfortable. The sheer exhaustion the only thing any of you felt.
Jace was the first to speak.
âThank you, AegonâŚâ he whispered, and the elder only hummed in response.
Jace tugged you down to rest against his chest, letting his softening cock slip from your folds and rest between you.
Aegon slipped from the bed, grabbing two damp cloths, one for you and Jace and one for himself. He stood by the bed, cleaning his cock as Jace set about cleaning himself and you up.
Your head remained nestled against Jaceâs chest; your breath finally slowed enough to speak. The two men locked eyes, a mutual sense of gratitude and understanding settling between them.
The elder smirked, tossing his cloth to the side.
âShould you need more lessons, nephew, you know where to find me. And I am sure I could even convince my wife to join usâŚâ His tone seemed to be in jest, but the both of you knew he was serious.
And you both had to admit, the offer was not as off putting as it probably should have been. Aegon dressed himself and made for the door, looking back and bidding the pair of you goodnight. Maybe one day he would tell Jace where his lessons had come from.
But now was not the time.
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She Said Fuck Me Like Iâm Famous (I Said Okay) | E.M
WC: 5.9k
Cw: fem!popstar!reader, modern au, fluff, smut, dirty talk, kinda Dom Eddie, oral (m & f), p in v, reader is on bc, creampies.
Summary: when you invite your online bestie over to spend the week with you for the first time, you donât know what to expect when her over protective friends tag along
Meeting Robin was a happy accident that life sometimes throws at you. Even though she was a stranger on the other side of the country, she was one of the most genuine friends you could have ever asked for. It all started slowly. You had both been on the same Discord server because of your mutual love for an author, and things went from there. After almost three years of friendship, you finally decided to meet in person!
You guys organized everything. She was flying to California and staying with you in your two-bedroom apartment for a little over a week. You had so much planned for the both of you, especially over the weekend, because it just so happened you were also to perform at this yearâs Coachella.
It was your first big performance at a festival like this. It would do wonders for your career and hopefully bring you new fans.
Robin was your biggest supporter. She was so excited to see you perform live for the first time, not to mention the VIP passes you had promised her. It was hard to seek out genuine friendships in the line of work that you do. Everyone wants something, so you didnât disclose your real name and what you did until you could trust her entirely. Robin was one of those people who you couldn't help but love; her bubbly personality and heart of gold were something you latched onto.
You were not taken aback upon receiving a text from Robin informing you that her two extremely protective male friends were adamant about accompanying her to ensure her safety. She had previously mentioned them, and from what she shared, they come across as genuinely great guys. Their concern for their friend's well-being is commendable, and you appreciate their commitment to looking out for her.
She also told you that the guys would rather stay in a hotel with her, but if they felt comfortable, they didnât mind if she stayed with you for the rest of the week. You werenât offended. It was unbelievable that you invited someone youâd never met into your home. Still, she was one of your closest confidants, even though youâve never seen one another in person, primarily through texting and FaceTime.
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The day was finally here, and you let Robin know that your assistant would pick the three of them up at the airport because you were in rehearsals until 2:00 p.m.
âSee, Rob, this is exactly why we came with you!â Steve pointed at the text message as she read it out loud.
âWhat do you mean?â Robin asked with a scowl.
âShe is sending a random person to pick us up? We are about to be human trafficked for all we know!â
Robin rolled her eyes and hiked up her carry-on over her shoulder.
âMen⌠so dramatic.â She whispered under her breath.
The three wandered down the corridor until they saw a small woman about 5'1" with a bright smile holding a sign that read â Birdie + 2.â
That was cute; you used her Discord name.
âOh, yes. Here is the woman whoâs going to kidnap us,â she jesters, and the two men canât help but roll their eyes.
âHi! Are you Kelsey?â Robin approached the woman who she towered over.
âYes, Hi! If you want to come with me, the car is waiting. Sheâs so excited youâre finally here; itâs all sheâs been talking about.â
Kelsey opened the door for the three friends to get in and made her way to the driverâs seat.
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Itâs been a long wait, but your rehearsal wrapped up right on schedule. You made sure because you didnât want to waste any time. Youâve been so antsy all day, waiting to go home and meet your best friend for the first time. You were so nervous; what if she thought you were annoying? What if the paparazzi ruined her time here? On your way home, the what-ifs circled your mind, but you tried to shake that all away when you got the text from Kelsey that they made it safely and were on their way to the hotel to drop off their things. Then she would bring them over to your apartment.
The minutes tick by as you wait for them in your apartment. You double-check the fridge to make sure you have refreshments and snacks. They must be tired and hungry from the flight.
Your manicured fingernails tap the cold marble countertop in your kitchen as you nervously scroll your phone, trying to distract yourself until the condo buzzer startles you. You run over and answer the speaker, telling them to come on up.
You anxiously count the seconds as you wait for them to approach the door. When the elevator bell dings on your floor, 17 stories up, you open the door eagerly to see Kelsey get off first.
Youâre bouncing on your toes as you half-heartedly skip through the hallway, cheering as you see the freckled-faced girl enter the corridor.
âBirdie!â You clap, jump, and run to her with a smile so big your cheeks burn.
Cheers and squeals fill the small space as you take one another in your arms. If the people surrounding you had known better, your embrace would have made it look like you were lovers.
âI canât believe youâre finally here!â
"I can't believe you're real." You step back to look at her in full. Finally, after all this time, you are united with your bestie. You tell one another everything. Robin confided in you about how she likes girls, and you said you were so scared that you're not good enough to be here. The imposter syndrome was extreme, but she put your mind at ease.
One of the men behind Robin had cleared their throat, reminding the both of you that they were also there.
âOh my god, sorry.â Robin jumps.
âThis is Steve, and this is Eddie.â Robin steps out of your way, and your gaze falls on the two handsome men standing behind her. Your heart flutters a bit, taking in both of them.
Steve and Eddie were complete opposites in their style. Steve had a preppy look, with a soft smile and gentle, kind eyes that reflected his warm personality. In contrast, Eddie's style was edgy and tough, but his eyes were surprisingly kind and strikingly beautiful, hinting at a depth beyond his tough exterior.
âHi, Iâm y/n, but you can call me Bunnie.â You stuck out your hand to introduce yourself.
âDamn, kinda disappointed youâre real; I had 50 bucks going that you were catfishing Rob this whole time,â Steve giggled as you shook his hand.
âShut up,â Robin rolled her eyes.
âMe? A catfish? Never,â you giggled.
You moved to Eddie, and he stood there wide-eyed as he tried to speak, say hello, hi, or something, but he felt like his tongue was suddenly too big for his mouth. There was no way you were real. There's no way you were this pretty in real life. There was no way Robin was friends with a celebrity.
Unsurprisingly, Eddie had no idea who you were when Robin told him and Steve she was coming out to see you. However, Steveâs reaction made it seem like you were a big deal, so he googled you and looked at your Instagram beforehand. Never in his life did he see someone so beautiful. The attraction was instant, but now, seeing you in person, there was no denying his inevitable crush on you.
Eddie finally managed to choke out a âhi.â His cheeks heated up as his voice cracked like he was 12 again.
âItâs so nice to meet you,â you smile but quickly turn to Robin.
âCome,â you say, linking your arm with hers as you return to your condo.
âThanks for letting us tag along with Birdie here,â Steve smiled.
After the initial excitement, you had all settled down. You were lounging on your balcony, eating and drinking to your heart's content.
âNo problem, the more the merrier,â you smile.
Robin had told you about her friends back home; you also felt like you strangely knew them.
âWhat do you guys want to do first? Eddie, any suggestions?â You ask, singling him out.
Eddie hardly knew what to say. It was as if his brain had stopped functioning when you spoke to him. He wanted to woo and get to know you and hoped and prayed that you were as good of a person as Robin raved you to be.
âW-what?" He stuttered and looked at you wide-eyed. "Uh, I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?â
Without a beat, you rambled off the list of activities you had in mind, and Eddie listened so intently to everything; he would go anywhere as long as he was in your company.
âHe, man, help me get some more drinks,â Steve said, nudging Eddieâs knee.
âNo, please, youâre my guest. Allow me.â You got to stand, but Steve insists.
âTake advantage, let them dote on us.â Robin giggled.
âDude, youâre really into her, arenât you?â Steve smirked once the two men were back inside and out of earshot.
âHow could I not be? Hello, sheâs like the perfect woman,â Eddie half whispered.
Eddie took you in one more time through the sliding glass door. Not only was your style darker and edgy, but youâre witty and funny and donât seem too vapid for a Hollywood star. He had a preconceived notion about Hollywood starlets; however, you seemed so down to earth, and you loved talking music with him; even if you are a pop star, you know your shit when it came to writing and playing guitar.
âYou should ask her out this week and see what happens.â
âNo, sheâs not into me.â
âMaybe not yet? But how could she not be? Youâre a catch. You gotta be yourself; youâre too in your head right now. Just think of her as an extension of Robin.â
âAn extension of Robin?â
âTheyâre practically the same person; just donât think about how hot she is.â
Thatâs easy for you to say.â Eddie rolls his eyes.
âHow?â
âI donât know, man. Youâre King Steve, Steve 'the hair' Harrington, and you know how to flirt with girls.â
âSo do you.â
âNot girls like that!â He points towards you and Robin, oblivious to the conversation, gabbing away about who knows what.
âYouâre telling me that a girl who looks like that isnât going to be attracted to a guy who looks like you? â he raised a brow.
âI donât know?â Eddie shrugged.
âNah, dude, youâre being too hard on yourself. Listen to me, be yourself, and see what happens.â
âOkay,â he sighed, bringing the drinks out for you and Robin.
As the night wore on, Eddie became more confident speaking to you and less intimidated after the talk with Steve in the kitchen. When the night ended, you were all disappointed to say goodbye but excited about what tomorrow would bring.
-
The past few days have been absolutely hectic. Rehearsals for the upcoming show have consumed your mornings, followed by afternoons filled with various outings. It's a whirlwind from sound check to meeting up with your guests at their hotel or wherever they are.
Eddieâs crush was starting to take over his mind. Every night before he went to sleep, he thought about you and watched videos of you. He even went so far as to put your name on YouTube and âcute momentsâ afterwards.
Nothing could stop Eddie from getting you off his mind. He was so excited when you gave him your number, even if he was too nervous to text you. His excitement doubled when you followed him on Instagram, and he spastically went through all his posts to make sure nothing was embarrassing.
Today, you went to the beach. A relaxing day was much needed after your hectic schedule of rehearsals and entertaining your guests over the past few days.
You arrive to see your new friends secured a great spot by the water's edge. Robin is lying under the umbrella while the boys wrestle in the water.
âIs Eddie single?â you ask after settling down with Robin on the sand.
âThe most chronically single person Iâve ever met; dude hasnât been in a relationship since he confessed his love for a cheerleader in high school, and I wouldnât even count that as a girlfriend.â
You stop and ponder this newfound information as you watch him from afar. As you observe him splashing around, you see him in a new light. He is lean but has some muscle. His various tattoos and how he looks in a bathing suit is giving you butterflies.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â You ask nervously.
âNothing is wrong with him; heâs just⌠I donât know how to explain it. The girls in our town arenât into guys who look or act like Eddie. Theyâre all stuck up, snooty rich kids, you know? And Eddie has had it rough; he grew up on the poorer side of town and his parents. His uncle raised him, so everyone looked down at him.â Robin sighed, hating the way life had treated her friend.
âTrust me, I know about stuck-up assholes. I live in their capital.â You snort.
âSo why are you asking about Ed? Any particular reason?â Robin peaks at you from under her sunglasses. â
âHe seems different from the guys in L. Aâ You twiddle with the strings on your bikini bottoms.
âWell, I know he has a big fat crush on you.â
âReally?â Your face lit up, giving away your motive for conversation.
âSeems like you do, too girl friend.â She nudged you, and you tried to hide your face under your beach towel.
âOoooooooooo Bunnie has a crush on Eddie the Freak.â Robin teased.
âWhat did he do to earn that title?â
âThere are many rumours; Iâm sure youâll find out soon.â She wiggled her brows suggestively.
Robinsâs innuendo had you giggling so hard that you almost started crying.
You pulled Eddieâs attention when he heard your angelic laugh. Eddie stood distracted by watching you lay out with Robin, your tattoos on display, more than he had seen initially. Your teeny black-and-white bikini was a sight for soar eyes, being stuck with Steve all day and night. With the sudden distraction, Steve had the opportunity to body-slam Eddie into the ocean.
Eddieâs audible âoofâ was heard, and before Eddie knew it, he was gasping for air. When he finally got his bearing straight, he saw you looking over, concerned at the two men, then gave a slight wave to ensure he was okay.
âPlaytimes over, Harrington,â Eddie shoved Steve off of him.
âOh, I think itâs just beginning for you, Munson.â
The two men exited the water looking too hot for their own good, like some personal Baywatch episode was coming at you in 3D.
âLike what you see?â Eddie smirked at you as they both approached the both of you.
âAbsolutely.â You squint up at him, the sun catching your eyes.
Eddie plopped beside you and shook his head like a dog getting ocean water all over you.
You squeak at how cold the water is.
âOh, sorry, Bunnie, let me get that for you.â He smirks.
He brushes the water from your face with his towel.
Oh, he knows what he is doing.
Your skin deceived you as the goosebumps arose when Eddie touched your face.
âYou cold, Bunnie?â Eddie noticed and pulled you in with him as he wrapped his towel around the both of you. Your bare back pressing against his cold, damp chest wasnât helping, but hell, you were not about to start complaining.
âThanksâ
Robin gives you a pointed look, then immediately grabs Steveâs hand to yank him up.
âCome, we are getting food.â
Steve leaves without protest, seeing what Robin sees- that you and Eddie should have some alone time.
âSo a little Birdie told me you have a reputation back home.â You were leaning up against Eddieâs chest, basking in the sun.
âOh, did she, now? And what might that be.â
âthat youâre a little freaky,â you giggle.
âYou sure you want to know about th-"
âOh my god! It is you! Oh my god, I love you. Can I please get a picture with you?â A girl not much younger than yourself, clearly a fan of yours, looks down at you, and Eddie is cuddled up.
Without missing a beat, you get up and greet the fan.
âCan you take our picture?â She gives her phone to Eddie before he even agrees that heâs getting up to help.
You give him an apologetic look. This was not the kind of day he signed up for.
You pose with the fan and talk with her briefly before she asks, �� Is that your boyfriend?â
You look over your shoulder to see Eddie again sitting under the umbrella.
âNo, no, heâs a friend,â you smile.
âToo bad, you guys would be a cute couple.â
You entertain her only a few more minutes before she leaves.
âSorry about that.â You sit back down beside Eddie.
âThatâs okay, I get it. Youâre famous and all.â He smiles.
âIâm not that famous,â you sigh.
âDonât sell yourself short, sweetheart.â
âWell, maybeâŚâ you shrug.
âYou have strangers coming up to you complimenting your work; thatâs sick as fuck if you ask me.â
âIt's something Iâll never get used to.â
âTell me more what itâs like?â
âWhat? Having a fan approach me?â
âYea. I guess being a famous rockstar was all I ever dreamed of until a few years ago when I realized it wouldnât be in the cards for me.
âWhat if it could be?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI have a crazy idea.â
-
Pictures of you and a âMystery guyâ were planted all over the tabloids the following day. Of course, no one stopped to take a photo when it was just you and Robin or the four of you sitting on the beach.
âIâm sorry, Eddie. I didnât mean for you to get dragged into my crazy.â You apologized while you were all out to dinner. Eddie was sat directly beside you.
âI think I like crazy,â he smirked and gently touched your knee.
You tried to hide your bashful smile while playing with the stem of your martini glass.
Robin and Steve instantly locked in on the chemistry between you. They tried to look at one another subtly, but you caught it.
âWhat are you guys up to?â You ask.
âNothing,â Robin laughs, but Steve isnât shy about the topic.
âYou guys are cute,â he smirks into the glass before sipping the golden bubbly liquid.
âSteve!â You squeak.
âI agree,â Robin concurred.
You wanted to agree with them, but you hardly knew Eddie, but you yearned to know everything about him. The more time you spend with this group, the more you donât want them to leave. You canât imagine how it will be once they go home next week. You would kill for them to spend more time with, especially Robin and your newfound crush, Eddie.
-
As the sun sets on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Coachella stage, you feel the nervous excitement building inside you. In just five minutes, it would be your turn to shine. Every move, every step, every beat was etched into your mind. You had rehearsed and memorized everything, from the choreography to the cues. The anticipation was palpable as you prepared to take the stage. Eddie Robin and Steve were set up in the VIP section, and you had an excellent sightline. You felt the cheers from the crowd pulsing through your veins as you stepped under the spotlight.
âSheâs incredible!â Robin cheered.
âI had no idea she could sing like that!â Steve was in shock.
âWhat do you think, Eddie?â Robin turns, but her friend is nowhere in sight. âEd? Hey, where is Eddie?â
Steve looks around, and he has no idea.
âMaybe he had to take a leak or something?â
Unbeknownst to them, you had a little surprise for your friends.
âHow are we feeling tonight!?â You ask the crowd from centre stage.
The crowd roared in response.
âI said, âHow are we feeling tonight? â you ask again, and the crowd cheers as loud as possible.
âVery good, Coachella! Iâm so grateful for you guys having me! this is a crucial moment in my career, a highlight, really.â You paced the stage.
âIâm so grateful for you guys to take time out of your day to come out and see me. It means more to me than you ever know! You guys make me feel like a rockstar!â
The crowd cheers again, even louder, and you canât seem to break the smile off your face.
âNow, before we get this party started, I need you guys to give a warm welcome to a new friend of mine.â You look over to the side stage and wave a hand.
âEveryone, put your hands together for this rockstar! The best guitarist Iâve ever encountered! Give it up for Eddie Munson!â The crowd cheers as you ask them to, and you swear you hear Steve and Robin above all else.
Eddie cannot believe he is standing on stage in front of a crowd with thousands of people in California instead of 6 drunks in Hawkins, Indiana.
Eddie never imagined this opportunity would come to him, but here he was as if a magical being had granted him one wish in life.
When you looked at Eddie, a smile spread across your face, etched into his memory forever. Eddie looked so hot that you couldnât help but rake your eyes up and down, taking him in. He wore his black ripped jeans, boots, and denim vest, showcasing his many tattoos.
The way you looked tonight was so beautiful. Eddie didnât think he could make it through the three songs heâs rehearsed with you over the last two days.
Your music wasnât Eddieâs usual genre. However, it wasnât as bubblegum pop as he expected. He appreciated many rock elements and would be an idiot to pass up this opportunity.
âOkay, letâs rock!â And Eddie started the first riff of the second half of the setlist.
The crowd was electric, and Eddieâs heart felt like it would pound out of his chest, especially when it came to the guitar solo he absolutely nailed.
âThank you, Coachella! Goodnight!â The roar of the crowd doesn't die down.
You grab Eddie by the hand and run off stage. As you make it to the stage, Eddie wraps you in a high so tight it takes your breath away.
âThat was incredible! Unbelievable!â Eddie howled in excitement. âI canât believe that just happened!â
âItâs incredible, isnât it!â You smile.
âYes! God, I could kiss you!â
âWho is stopping you?â
Maybe it was the adrenaline or perhaps it was the fact that Eddie would be leaving soon, but you wanted it so bad that you threw all caution to the wind.
âWhat?â Eddieâs eyes winded.
âKiss me, rockstar. I know you want to.â
You pulled Eddie in by the guitar strap, and your lips connected. The moment his plump lips made contact with your deep cherry-cola-coloured ones, you knew this was something more than physical attraction. You havenât felt a kiss like this in a very long time. The both of you pull away regretfully, but you are standing in the middle of backstage, and techs and roadies are running all over the place; you canât just make out with Eddie here.
âCome home with me to my place tonight? You ask bravely.
Eddie quickly nods his head, at a loss for words.
âOkay,â
-
Nothing could top this moment for Eddie. It was you and him alone for the first time. He was in your bedroom, and the height he was feeling was too much to contain. Eddie pulled you in closer, his lips crashing into yours harder as his hands grabbed the silver material of your mini dress. He pushed you up against the wall, and you felt his tight hold on your body. His hard body pressed up against yours, and the only thing separating you was four layers of thin cloth dawning you and Eddie.
âFuck youâre so hot.â You moan.
Eddieâs head spun at your confession. You thought he was hot. You, the girl who made all of his wildest dreams come true and then some.
âI want you,â you mumble into his lips.
Eddie didnât need to be told twice before his hand travelled up between the soft skin of your plush thighs.
The way your skin felt under his fingertips makes you shiver. Slowly, his callused tips found their way to the cloth of your soaked panties.
Eddie moaned into you as his kiss trailed down the side of your jaw to your neck, catching that sweet spot that makes your pussy weep.
Eddieâs fingers delicately stroke up and down your slit like he would break you, but you need more. You canât help your hips rock back and forth into his touch.
Eddie didnât think he would end up with a pop star grinding into his hand when he planned his trip to Cali with his friend, but he wasnât complaining. He would be happy if this was the furthest the two of you got.
âMore,â You plead, and your hand wiggles its way between the two of you to stroke his already hardening cock.
Eddie buckles his hips into your hand unwillingly, but the feeling of your hand on his cock had him acting on instinct. The two of you dry-humping one another against the wall wasnât enough.
âNeed you, want you so bad,â Eddie confesses.
You push up off the wall and drag Eddie to your bed. You push him back with a giggle, then fall to your knees before him.
âHoly shit,â he whispers under his breath. Your gaze meets Eddie, and itâs like a siren is looking back up at him, ready to drown him with your lust.
You quickly unbuckle and unbutton and unzip everything containing Eddieâs bulge from you, and youâre pleasantly surprised when you finally unwrap him. His tip was already crying for your touch, so red and shiny due to the precum that had been leaking ever since you kissed him when you both got off stage. His long, thick shaft taunted you as if it might not be able to fit.
âWant to teach me why they call you Eddie the Freak?â You smirk.
âFuck Bunnie, you donât know what youâre asking for. "
âThatâs why Iâm asking, big boy.â
You donât give Eddie a chance to respond before wrapping your warm lips around his fat tip.
âYes, sweetheart, right there,â he draws out his words as you take him in further.
His hands grip the roots of your hair, pulling them taught as your mouth takes him to the back of your throat.
âOh god,â He moans again. The way your mouth feels around his cock is making him want to thrust up into you, but he holds back for your sake. He knows you asked him to share why heâs called the freak, but heâs not ready to scare you away with his kinks, not yet.
âFuck baby, youâre so bigâ You pull off and replace your mouth with your hand so you can catch your breath. Your lung capacity may be suitable for singing, but you can only hold so much breath.
âYou think so, pretty girl?â Eddie brushed a fallen piece of hair from your face, and you swore you had never been so hot and bothered.
You bite your bottom lip and try to grind yourself on your heels for any source of friction as you take him back in your mouth. His taste was addictive, and so was the way he was looking down at you with a look in his eyes that made you feel so wanted.
���Such good girl; you like being on your knees for me?â
You nod your head and hum on his cock in a reference, and that makes Eddieâs head spin. The way your mouth is sending vibrations through him has him pulling you up off of him because he would end the night early if you keep that up.
You giggle as he switches your positions and strips himself. Your head hits your pillows, and you sink into the plush mattress.
âYouâre wearing too many clothes," Eddie smirks as his hands find the hem of your dress, pushing it up, up, up, until it meets the lower part of your breasts. Then you take over, folding the fabric over your head.
âFuuuuuuuuckâ Eddie draws out before letting his head fall between them. He presses his face into your chest, kissing and sucking on your tits before he finally takes one nipple into his mouth.
âTonight should be all about you, Sweetheart.â he nips at your sensitive skin.
âShould worship you like you deserve.â
A low main leaves your throat before Eddie dips down to discard your sodden panties. Finally, he has you where he wants; needy for him and naked.
âKnew youâd have suchaâ pretty pussy, Bunnie.â
âEdddieeeâ you cry; itâs pathetic how riled up youâve become.
âDonât be a brat now,â he warns, but that only makes your pussy throb even more than it has been.
Youâre dying to be touched; you craved him so badly that you couldnât stand it.
Eddieâs mouth dips down to your lower stomach, long drawn-out mouth kisses trailing along your skin around your mound, your under thighs. His teeth nipped and bit at your tender flesh, not breaking the skin but enough to mark you up, to claim you as his own.
âEddie, please, baby, touch me.â You ask as you stroke the fallen hair out of his face.
âAsking so nicely, good girl.â He purrs.
You canât help but let out a long sigh as Eddie's tongue makes contact with your swollen bundle of overly sensitive nerves.
He tasers you fully as the flat of his tongue drags itself over your slit. Your slick coats itself on his lips and chin as he sends a rush of pleasure through your veins.
Eddie, the Freak Munson, should be renamed to Eddie the Munch for the irresistible way heâs eating you out. His hands push your inner thighs wider so he has more of you to consume. Your exposed pussy calls to him as he eats you like heâs enjoying it more than you are. He wants you to cum all over his mouth.
Eddie lifts his head and replaces his mouth with his fingers as he pushes up inside of your pussy while massaging your clit with his thumb.
âI know youâre close, baby; give it to me. I need to know how you taste coming on my tongue.â
His dirty words had your head spinning and your core tightening. He was right; you were so close, you wanted- no, you needed to come.
âPlease, please, please,â you begged for him to let you have the wave of pleasure wash over your body.
Eddie had you right where he needed you, in the sweet spot of being so desperate that youâd agree to anything he asked. He loved being in control this way; he loved wanting to feel powerful but also loved how much you trusted him to do so.
But what Eddie loved most of all was how you were about to cum all over his face; he loves pussy so much he canât get enough of it, so he dips back down and has you cumming on his tongue as he pushed it up into your hole and didnât let up as his thumb rubbed on your clit.
He doesnât let up until youâve come twice before wanting to get to the best part.
âDid so good baby, you taste so good. I know you got one more in you for me.â
You canât even speak; the way he just made you come so quickly, one after another, was mind-blowing.
âWant to teach me why they call you Bunnie?â Eddie mocks as he pulls you up to switch positions.
How were you to ride him after all that?
âFuck Eddie, I donât know if I can; my legs are like jello,â you giggle.
âI believe in you, baby,â he creases your ass as you align yourself over his cock.
âWait, do you have a condom?â He stops you.
âIâm on birth controlâ You slowly rub your pussy over his shaft, teasing the head at your entrance, threatening to put it in.
âShiiiiiitâ Eddieâs head goes back. âYou want to be my little Bunny? Hop on it raw?â
âMmmmmmm, yes,â you hum as your hips rock back and forth.
âFuck okay, okay.â And before the second okay is out of Eddieâs mouth, youâre already sinking on his cock. It feels so good that he stretches you until your hips are connected to the bottom.
The only thing filling the room was the sounds of skin slapping skin and the moans coming from each of your mouths. His hands roam your body, exploring the swell of your breasts, your nipples, down around your hips, your back and your ass giving it a tight squeeze.
âFuck, thatâs it. Youâre such a good Bunny, bouncing and taking my cock so well.â
âSo big.â Your legs were already burning as you worked yourself up and down on his body.
âYou going to cum like that, huh?â His hips match your rhythm, and you work together to create the perfect pace.
âThatâs my girl, thatâs my girl, thatâs my girl,â he chants like a prayer as your pussy clenches down on Eddieâs cock, making that your third orgasm of the evening. Your body shutters as your orgasm takes over you, the icing on the cake of the day youâve had today.
âIâm close. Where do you want it.â
âIn me, cum in me, please.â
âFuck, you sure?â
âYes!â You had stopped bouncing me, but Edie had you held in place as he fucked his hips up into you.
You can feel his balls slapping your ass and his cock twitching so deeply inside you that tiny ripples of post-orgasm spasms are still running through you.
With a grunt, Eddie collapses, and you fall on top of him. Your hot bodies pressed together, chests heaving, breathing in one another.
âHey, you wanna stay?â You tentatively as as you curl up next to him.
âSure baby, I can spend the nightâ
âNo no-well yea, but noâŚI mean here in California⌠you can join the bandâ you bite your lip.
âYou-you want me to join your band?â
You nod your head slowly.
âWoahâŚâ
âI know itâs crazy! But youâre so good, and you love it. It wouldn't be exactly what you want, but it also puts your foot in the door, and I kind of donât want you to leave.â You blab.
âAll I heard was you donât want me to leave, Eddie teases.
âIâm serious,â you playfully swat his chest.
âIâm going to have to call my boss in the morning,â he smirked.
âReally?â
âId have gone an idot to pass up an opportunity like this sweetheart.
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pairing: bfs!loganhowlett&wadewilson x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut. filthy af, logan gets morning wood, wade strokes him, teasing, dirty talk x100, theyâre pervs, wade gets a bright idea, somnophilia (dub-con!!!!), they play w you in your sleep, fingering, one finger from each men, waking up, pikachu shocked face, everyone cums
a/n: this idea came to me and i had to finish it. my phone is on 3 i nearly fell asleep writing it, itâs past 3 and iâm not wearing my glasses so not proofread have fun!
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being in a relationship with both wade and logan entailed lots of things. for starters they were both the horniest fucks ever and the tiniest thing could get them in the mood.
for instance, if one of them were to wake up with morning wood, the other two had to help because itâs your job to take care of each other, according to wade.
usually it was wade that woke up with a raging boner and would need assistance. heâd usually tap either one of you or just grind himself against you guys when he was really relentless.
but for this occasion, it happened to be logan that woke up with a hard on and he wanted to get rid of it himself because he actually felt bad about disrupting someone elseâs sleep.
luckily for him wade was a light sleeper and could hear him trying to be quiet. he rubbed his eyes and turns to his right only to find him stroking himself through his boxers. âup so early, peanut?â he whispered, making logan stop his movements.
âshh you donât gotta stop, here let me give you a hand..â he whispers and turns his body to him.
he brings his left hand to his chest, running it up and down then goes down to his abs because he uses any opportunity to do so. loganâs breathing was for the most part normal until wade went even lower but making sure heâs not touching him yet.
âdonât be a tease this early, bub.â logan groaned, making wade shush him.
âsheâs still sleepingâŚâ he whispers and points behind him.
he decided heâd listen to him for once and stuck his hand under loganâs boxers â reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke it. logan sighs and wade gets closer to him so his head was on the other manâs shoulder, âyou know you can at least wake me up baby, we canât always be so sure about princess aurora over thereâŚâ
logan chuckles and just nods, ânext time..â
âgeez did you snatch one of my wet dreams or something?â wade asks, turning to look at him while he went a tiny bit faster now.
âi mightâve, sure felt like something youâd like.â he answers, making wade hum, âwhat was it?â
âsomething like this.. and then stuff with our sleeping beauty over there while she slept.â he admits instantly making wade hard.
âdidnât think youâd have it in you.â wade teases and turns inwards to kiss his shoulder.
âwhat if we make it a reality?â he suggests and logan stays quiet.
âsheâs been saying sheâs down and has been wanting us to wake her up like thatâŚâ he whispers, making logan gulp.
his face burned red and he twitched in his hands too, an easy indicator to show that he loved the idea. âyou like that huh?â
he still stayed silent. he felt like it was something he shouldnât do or like but because of his confession, wade wasnât going to let it go.
âso dirtyâŚâ he whispers and moves his head a bit up so his mouth is by his ear.
âdonât think of her stirring in her sleep while we touch her or grope those perfect fucking tits while sheâs snoring..â he murmurs into his ear earning himself a muffled moan.
âlet it out baby she wonât hear us.â he mutters before reaching over with his right hand to slide his boxers down.
âsheâd sound so good wouldnât she? sheâd have no clue but her body will definitely react to our touch. bet sheâd get soaked in an instant.â he purrs and logan finally lets out a moan.
wade started to stroke him faster and took a small break from his dirty talk to nibble on his earlobe. logan groaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, it was amazing how well wade knew him. especially when it came to little things like that.
he started to kiss down his neck before stopping on the spot by his neck and shoulder and sucked on the skin. he pulled away, only able to admire it for a second before it healed itself.
a damn shame.
âso what do you think? have i convinced you?â he whispers making logan quickly nod.
wade quickly let his cock go and rolled to the opposite direction this time to face you. you were sleeping on your stomach with one leg lifted up and the other flat on the bed. he motioned to logan to get closer and he did.
wade adjusted himself by doing a whole 360 so his head was now by your ass. logan climbed over him and laid down with the space between you both. ânow the real fun begins.â wade exclaims and brings a hand to your ass, first just squeezing it.
logan matched him and squeezed the other side before his hands started to rub down then coming back up. they both look up at you and you were out cold, as expected.
âweâll be lucky if she even wakes up.â wade jokes making logan chuckle.
âshe could probably sleep through a zombie apocalypse accidentally.â logan whispers back making wade gasp.
âi am so proud of you.â he says and pretends to wipe a tear.
âhere what if we justâŚâ logan mumbles and brings his right hand closer to your barely covered pussy.
you always wore a cute little pair of undies but you decided for a thong last night. a great choice for their perving eyes that couldnât stop staring even if they wanted to.
loganâs hand hovered over your pussy, he stuck just his thumb out and started to rub your clit softly. you let out a small groan which was going to be enough for him to pull away if it werenât for wades hand stopping him, âkeep going.â he urged him and he listened.
he rubbed circles against your clit while wades hand went back up to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass. your breathing was still steady and neither of them were fretting about you waking up.
loganâs thumb went faster and you stirred then went back to letting out little snores. he moved his thumb up and he rubbed gently once again but this time feeling your arousal seep through the fabric. âalready huh? sheâs loving it.â wade whispers as he watched in awe.
âthink sheâll come fast too?â logan whispers back and wade shrugs, âi hope so.â
wades hands went up to grab the thin fabric of the thong and pulled it over your ass slowly then trying to pull it even lower without waking you. once the fabric was off, your pussy glistened right in front of them.
âlook at our dirty girl. who wouldâve thoughtâŚâ wade coos and leaves your thong hanging by the back of your legs.
âwell we both technically couldâve..â logan mutters and wade just scoffs.
âbut this fucking fast? itâs like niagara falls and weâve barely even touched her.â he says and logan just shrugs, âthatâs her superpower.â
âjesus youâre on a roll tonight baby.â he says with a wide grin while loganâs thumb went to its previous position.
he starts to rub your clit in circles and this time around, wade decides to help by teasing your entrance with one finger.
âif i somehow come before her, we stop.â he says and looks up at you.
you were were now slightly squirming subconsciously and moving your hips. âyeah i might bust soon.â
logan ignored him and continued rubbing your clit while wade matched his pace. he wanted to see how fast they could make you come.
they took turns fingering you and rubbing your clit, alternating every few minutes or when one would make you moan louder. they just wanted to make you feel good, even if itâd take you hours to wake up.
it was loganâs turn to finger you but wade just got ahead of himself and added his index finger with his and followed his pace. logan just watched as your pussy clenched against both their fingers and how you were dripping juices already, âwish we could be here for hours.â wade whispers and palms himself through his boxers with his free hand.
âitâs be so fun.â logan whispers back making wade smirk, âsheâd enjoy it too..â
âcâmon baby, come for us.â logan murmured and slowed down, now curling his finger up while wade did the same.
your body was moving a bit more, squirming as if you wanted more than you were getting. meanwhile you were having such a vivid dream, it was slowly starting to feel a bit real.
your subconscious was slowly waking up but you had such a strong urge to pee, it felt weird. you felt an all too familiar sensation in your stomach and thatâs when you fully woke up.
you moaned and rubbed your eyes before looking down and there were both your boyfriends fingering you. âmorning sweet pea.â wade murmured and shot you a wink.
âmorning princess.â logan cooed and you gave them a tired smile.
you couldnât even speak, you were speechless.
both men were pumping their finger deeper inside you while maintaining a fast pace, making sure to drive you closer and closer to an orgasm.
âoh fuck-â you moaned and tried to push your ass out so it can feel even better.
both men were now facing your ass, and were barely grinding themselves against the mattress because they had been too turned on and needed to feel something.
âcâmon baby, come for us. weâve got you.â logan murmured, making your eyes flutter.
the pleasure felt so good and the fact they were doing it together did something to your brain. you were so close, you could just feel it in your lower belly and in the way your legs began to shake. âthere ya go cupcake, just like that, let go for us.â wade coos earning himself a whimper.
all their words combined was enough for it to push you over the edge and you quickly held onto the sheets as they let you ride out your high with slower strokes with their fingers. your legs shook and your heartbeat rang in your ears as they stopped.
they pulled their fingers out of you slowly and they came out with a loud plop. wade quickly put his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean while logan just watched him in awe.
he pulls his finger out and sits up, scooting back so you could lay on him. he extends his arms and you turn and contort your body to lay on his chest. meanwhile logan kind of crawled up and into wades other arm, also laying on his chest while he caressed your face softly.
âletâs just go back to sleep and weâll wake up then shower then go do the laundry because lord did we also make a mess.â wade says with a laugh but you tuned him out as sleep took over your body once again.
logan closed his eyes and also felt himself drift off hearing the steady hum of wadeâs heartbeat for the two people he cared most about.
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I have bad baby fever so take this.
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! Tags: Established relationship, baby? Afab!!
Ghost never thought about having children before. He didn't understand them; they confused him. Worst of all, he envied them. How could someone willingly bring a child into a world filled with so much chaos that men like him and the task force had to clean it all up? How could a child smile so innocently while his childhood was nothing short of a nightmare?
He didn't want kids.
That was until he met your niece, Lola. She had to stay overnight, interrupting the plans he made with the team. Johnny wanted to sit down and play a game of drunk poker, but upon seeing chubby little Lola sitting on the rug playing with her blocks, his heart practically melted at the sight.
"Lt., you didn't tell us the missus gave birth," Soap teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ghost snorted, shaking his head. "She's not mine, Johnny. That's my niece, Lola."
The men exchanged amused glances, but their attention quickly turned back to Lola, who looked up from her blocks with a bright, toothy grin. She babbled something unintelligible and held up a block as if showing off her masterpiece.
Ghost found himself smiling beneath his mask, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He wasn't used to this feelingâthis softness. It was alien to him, yet he couldn't deny the tiny spark of joy Lola brought into the room.
The poker game was postponed as the men took turns entertaining Lola. She giggled at Gaz's funny faces, clapped along with Soap's silly songs, and stared wide-eyed at Price's stories. But it was Ghost who seemed to captivate her the most. She crawled over to him, tugging at his pant leg until he picked her up.
Simon held her awkwardly at first, unsure of what to do. But as Lola nestled into his arms, a sense of calm washed over him. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and for a moment, all the chaos and darkness in his life faded away.
He still didn't understand children, and they still confused him. But holding Lola, Simon began to see a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a place for a bit of light in his shadowed world.
Needless to say, after that eye-opening experience, Simon quickly became attached to the loveable child. He tells your sibling to call on their work days if they need a babysitter, claiming he's just trying to help lift the burden. Family helps family, after all.
Wrong!!
In reality, that man is completely smitten by Lola. Loves her to death. The moment he gets free time Simon is calling up your sibling, asking if they need any help, maybe needing a break from the child for a while and if Simon gets the okay, he's speeding to pick up Lola and whisking her away to your home.
Simon drops everything for her. In the middle of a workout? Give him 5 minutes. He's a fresh man, ready to play dinosaurs. Hell, he doesn't even know what playing dinosaurs is besides the fact Lola loves t-rex and being chased in her green dinosaur onesie. He went as far as to buy countless toys and books for Lola to play with in his home office, no less! Her favorite story books are tucked away in his desk, burying the paperwork he was supposed to have done for Price.
If Lola throws a tantrum with you, he immediately gives you a side-eye. What did you do to make the princess unhappy?
The man absolutely adores that cute muffin, and you couldn't be more shocked. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your husband, who refused to think about children, was now wrapped around your tiny niece's finger! Heck, she's practically your kid now, especially since Lola sleeps in between the two of you, cuddling up to Simon contently.
Simon treats Lola like she is his own child, so imagine his heartbreak when your sibling gives you two the news that they're going to be visiting home for a while. He's distraught, already missing the tiny ball of life, moping about your shared home putting away Lola's toys when suddenly an idea rings in his head.
His beautiful, hardworking doll can give him a child.
âĄ! I have a lot of drafts, and this was one. My writing is all funky and all over the place bc it's written between being awake and having no sleep!! I have more stuff I want to post, and I might continue this.
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Genshin Men Meet Your Abusive Ex
(Trigger warning for mentions of abuse)
You're walking with your boyfriend when you see your ex, someone you never wanted to see again and your boyfriend isn't happy.
Diluc
Diluc immediately notices the way your expression changes and the way you squeeze his hand just a bit tighter. Looking where your eyes had darted to, he notices the person approaching the two of you. He's already angry because they're clearly making you upset, and the way they sneer at you when they stop in front of the two of you pisses him off.
"Well, if it isn't (Y/N)? Finally found someone who pities you enough to put up with you ." They scoffed, you look down on the ground and Diluc notices the way you're holding back tears. The sight makes Diluc want to snap, he knows who's standing in front of him, your ex. You had opened up to him about the awful way your ex had treated you, and right now Diluc was ready to start a fight right then and there.
"I think you should leave" he speaks up, his voice dripping with venom. Your ex looks over at him, a smirk on his face,
"and what are you going to do about it?" your ex speaks, as he does, he reaches an arm out to grab you. This finally causes Diluc to snap, he reaches out and grabs your ex by the wrist with a bruising grip. Your ex quickly scrambled to his feet, muttering something you couldn't understand under his breath before running off. Diluc's expression relaxed as he looked over at you,
"are you ok?" He asked in a soft voice. You nodded, a smile appearing on your face.
"I'm fine as long as you're here" you spoke. Diluc smiled as well as he pulled you into a hug.
Zhongli
As observant as he is, Zhongli immediately notices the way you tense up when your ex approaches. His expression doesn't change at all, but he's on high alert as they approach. The way you lean closer to him makes him wrap an arm around your waist.
"May I help you?" Zhongli asks, keeping his composure. Though part of him wanted to snap.
"Oh, I just saw (Y/N) and wanted to say hello" your ex responds, looking over at you with a smile. You avoid eye contact, silently hoping your ex would leave. Having enough of seeing you so uncomfortable, Zhongli decides to put an end to the situation.
"Well, I don't think they want to speak to you, maybe you should go" Zhongli tells him, his voice stern yet calm.
"Oh, I'm sure she wants to talk" your ex replies, reaching out to place a hand on your arm. However, Zhongli quickly takes action, holding his arm out in front of you.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't try to touch her, she's clearly uncomfortable" Zhongli spoke, his voice was calm, yet there was a hint of anger hidden in it. He looked at your ex with an angry expression. Your ex looked up at him, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Yet after a moment, he closed it again. Without saying a word, he ran off. Zhongli pulled you closer to him, keeping you close.
Ayato
You walked next to Ayato in the streets of Inazuma, ignoring the whispers of those around you. You knew people were talking about you and your relationship with your boyfriend, but you were used to it. However, what did bother you was seeing your ex on the street. You still thought he was living in Liyue. Becoming uncomfortable, you gripped Ayato's arm, something he noticed right away. He looked around, spotting your ex approaching the two of you. Knowing who this was, your boyfriend pushed you behind him in a protective manner.
"(Y/N), is that you?" He asked as he approached you and your boyfriend. He did become nervous in Ayato's presence.
"And who are you?" Your boyfriend asked, a smile plastered on his face.
"I'm just an old friend" your ex lied, glancing over at you. You stayed hidden behind Ayato, hoping this would be over soon. Ayato became angry, knowing who this was.
"I think you should leave before things get ugly" Ayato warned your ex. That was all that your boyfriend needed to say for your ex to run off. You let out a sigh of relief as Ayato pulled you into a hug.
Cyno
It was one of the rare days when Cyno wasn't busy as usual. The two of you were spending time together, something the two of you didn't do often.
"(Y/N)! It's good to see you again!" A voice called out, it was a voice you never wanted to hear again. You tried to ignore it, but a moment later you felt a hand on your shoulder, catching you both off guard. Cyno frowned, pushing the hand off your shoulder. Your boyfriend turned to face your ex, a harsh expression appearing on his face. He didn't even need to say anything, just the sight of Cyno caused your ex to run off. You laughed, continuing your day with Cyno.
Neuvillette
You stopped as soon as you saw your ex on the streets of Fontaine, causing Neuvillette to do the same. He looked back at you confused, growing worried when he saw the expression on your face. He looked around, soon spotting your ex. Knowing who he was, your boyfriend became angry. Knowing who this was, Neuvillette glared at your ex as soon as he made contact with him. That's all it took for your ex to run off, leaving the two of you alone.
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Luffy/Zoro calling you their Wife.
I had to write this idea with these two. I enjoy it way too much, hehe. Anyways, let's start!
Luffy
"Y/n is my wife" Luffy said those 4 words only to get rid of Boa.
The former shichibukai had been pestering him about marriage for the nth time in the last few days.
He was done, he didn't want to hear the word marriage ever again but the empress couldn't get it in her head.
You on the other hand had gone there to talk with your captain about the tiny details he hated to solve.
You have managed everything around the ship since more than a decade ago. If someone needed something they went to you.
And you reported everything to Luffy even when he wasn't paying attention. He trusted you. You were basically his vice Captain, even in battles.
You had once been a captain of your own ship before joining the straw hats. You knew how to do the work, so you just did it.
"What?" Boa looked at Luffy with a mix of horror and pain.
"Luffy!" You were going to admit that was a lie, that there was no way Luffy would ever marry.
But Luffy pleaded with his eyes. Luffy was almost 30 but was able to pull such cute puppy eyes on you that you had to fight the instinct of hitting him in the back of the head.
"Y/n?" Boa asked sadly and Luffy pointed at you, right behind her.
She turned to look at you with disdain and then her furious eyes suddenly showed panic.
Boa knew who you were, well most people knew about you. The Dragon of the West, you had helped Luffy all those years ago to become the pirate King. If the yonkos still existed you would be at that level.
"You promised you would tell anyone!" You sighed getting closer to Luffy passing by the side of a contrite Boa, only to pull Luffy at your level to kiss him.
Luffy didn't back off, he took you by the waist and welcomed the kiss. He pressed you against his body and deepened the kiss.
Your relationship with Luffy was casual, sometimes you had sex, sometimes you cuddled and sometimes you were just friends.
There were feelings involved, of course! But you didn't put on labels, you were pirates for gods sake! You loved freedom!
"Excuse me" Boa said in a tiny embarrassed voice and left in a hurry.
You pushed back to break the kiss but Luffy didn't back away, staying way too close to you.
"Come on" Luffy said before carrying you in his arms in bridal style "you got marriage duties in my room"
"Put me down Luffy I just came to bring you a report" you told him looking away from him.
"Forget about it, we gotta consummate our marriage" he joked and you laughed.
Zoro
"Oi, that's my wife" Zoro didn't say it to brag, he wasn't angry, it wasn't a menace. It was just a piece of information that Chopper told him to say if men started to bother you too much.
Some of the Mugiwara crew were out on the island you had stopped by. Sanji was hunting ingredients, Nami was looking at clothes and you decided to stay close to Zoro as you both went for Sake.
"I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. '' You told the guy who flirted with you but he didnât give a shit what you said because he started following you around like a lost dog.
Sanji had asked you if you wanted him to kick the man away, but you, being the sweetheart you were, told him not to bother and so, he sighed and went his own way.
Zoro on the other hand, He didnât ask. He said those words hoping the dude would stop and walk away.
Your relationship with Zoro was excellent, there was a thing going on between you two but it was a secret. You didnât wanted Sanji bothering Zoro or Nami asking you about why and how that had happened. You were not embarrassed of being Zoroâs couple. It just was impractical.
And you two were too practical to make things complicated.
Sanji froze in place at the hearing of the Marimo's words, then he whipped his head in your direction for confirmation even when he was at least 100 meters away.
âWife? a beauty like you is with that⌠animal?â the man asked and you frowned, they could say whatever they wanted about you but no one messed with your friends and especially not with your lover.
âWell the âanimal" as you call it, is the best swordsman in the world" you said stopping to look at the man in annoyance "He unlike you knows that when I said "I'm not interested" I meant fuck off" you told the asshole but he made heart eyes at you.
"You look beautiful even when you are mad" he whispered and you felt a vein pop in your temple. "I'll give you anything you want, just give me a chance sweetheart, I'll buy the most expensive jewels, the best dinner in town⌠I'll make you forget about him"
"Okey, that's enough" Zoro muttered to himself as he unsheathed one of his swords to point at the man. "You can't buy her, she's mine" that time he was angry, he moved the sword slightly and made a scratch in the man's shoulder
The man shrieked in pain and you looked at Zoro with a smirk.
"fucking Pirate, I'll call the marines, then youâŚ"
"The marines can't help you, you messed with my wife, I'll take care of youâŚ" Zoro was ready to kill.
"She's not even that pretty" the man said afraid "she's just a pirate's whore"
With a big smile you stopped Zoro by putting a hand in his chest, his eye met yours and he put the sword down, giving the man the perfect moment to escape.
Only for you to throw him a needle to the neck, making him fall in his face, paralyzed.
He tsked at you and sheathed his sword.
"Fucking scumb" he muttered, still angry.
"It's ok, I don't care" You answered and he looked down at your lips. Your hand was still over his chest.
"I do, no one talk like that to..." He doubted, he didn't know how to label you
"your wife?" He blushed at your words and looked away
"Yeah" he answered, pulling you closer by the waist.
"Thank you, dear husband but let's not make an scene" you were about to kiss whenâŚ
"So you two are together, uh?" Nami said, appearing from nowhere, making both of you freeze on the spot.
Zoro blushed even more and so did you.
"Fuck" Zoro said in a whisper and you cursed too.
Sanji appeared running, cursing Zoro for his words and the fact that you two were together.
You giggled and Sanji attacked Zoro for being such a "lucky bastard" for getting you.
Of course your smile vanished when Nami asked about the wedding and how come she wasn't invited.
You two have made a big mistake.
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Reader, jiyan and Geshu lin daughter bringing her boyfriend to meet their parents. OVERPROTECTIVE DADS ALERTâââ
Jiyan & Geshu Lin With Your Daughter As Her Father(s)! (SFW)
"Mom, Dads, this is my boyfriend"
You watched your daughter introduce your two husbands, Geshu Lin and Jiyan, to her boyfriend that you had already heard about a few days ago.
Naturally you had to be the calmer parent, cause you knew that Geshu Lin and Jiyan would be taking on the task of going bonkers over their daughter growing up so fast, to the point she has found someone to be with.
Even worse, your daughter could take inspiration from your love life, and might just date more than one boy! Now the anxiety really hits.
You glanced at both of your sides, on your right was Jiyan, and on your left was Geshu Lin. Both men sitting on each side of the couch with their eyes locking in with the younger male individual, they clearly were not pleased.
"He works as an intern at the hospital, aiming to be a nurse there, and his parents have respectable jobs too! His mom is a teacher and his dad is a lawyer! And he can play 3 instruments! Isn't he talented?"
Your daughter boasted over her boyfriend. You watched the young man blush at her words and scratch his nape, telling her to not shower him with too much praise over something he was simply born with.
You let out an awkward smile. You already knew the boy was a total sweetheart, he was respectful, and even offered to help you when you had to clean the dishes.
Even better, he asked to bring home some of the dishes you cooked on your first meeting, you can't imagine your daughter being with any other guy than him, because you were already a hundred percent supportive of their relationship.
"A teacher, lawyer, and nurse? Your family must be very rich" Geshu Lin said, smiling at the boy, but for some reason, it didn't feel friendly at all.
"A-Ah yes, their jobs do help them earn a lot of money, especially when they've been doing those jobs for a long time" The boyfriend said, stuttering when he saw Geshu Lin's smile drop the moment he spoke.
"That's good then, at least our daughter has someone to buy her all the jewelry and clothes she wants" Jiyan nodded, however he wasn't smiling one bit.
"..."
The room went silent, all you did was take a small sip of the tea you prepared. Glancing at the two men beside you with their cold eyes glaring daggers onto the poor boy's head.
Before you knew it, it was only you and your daughter doing all the talking, the 3 men in the room barely had anything to say, but Geshu Lin and Jiyan seemed very calm, so you didn't do anything to disturb their thought process.
Once it was getting late, you bid your daughter's boyfriend goodbye, watching your daughter plant a kiss onto her boyfriend's cheek before he left as you closed the door.
"Well I think that went well" You said, smiling at your daughter who seemed very happy about today's performance.
"Yeah! Dads' were super chill about it too" The two of you laughed together, heading to the living room to watch TV.
What you two didn't realize though, was that the two men that were usually at home wasn't around, you were just too relieved to even notice that the two were outside the house, both standing beside your daughter's boyfriend.
"Make sure you treat my daughter very well, she doesn't like guys with no sense" Geshu Lin said, his arm wrapped around the boyfriend's neck, earning a nod from the boy who was awkwardly smiling at him.
"And don't forget to tell us everything you're doing with her, that includes where you are going, what you are eating, why are you going out with her, and when will you pick her up and drop her, don't leave any details either" Jiyan added, his arms crossed.
This continued on for an hour before they heard you calling for them, noticing that they haven't been around the house for a while.
And this is the nicest behavior the two gave towards the boyfriend, just know, if things ever goes south, the poor boy would definitely face his consequences if anything happened to their daughter.
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A/N: Hope this scenario was good enough! Ty for the request! đđ
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!! the bachelors as fathers
contains ; sfw! sooo much fluff. fem!farmer. unnamed child. established relationships â marriage. your child is implied to be around kindergarten age. men that are good w kids hehehe. not proofread / slightly rushed in some parts. iâll edit it later LOL.
note ; i get asks on this topic at least twice a week. iâm finally caving. hereâs my birthday gift to you <3
harvey.
- he was honestly made to be a father.
- despite his taller stature, there was something about him that felt so comforting.
- if a child had walked up to him all alone, sobbing with snot down their nose, he didnât hesitate to kneel and help them find their parent.
- soothing them, grabbing their hand and asking questions to calm them down.
- no, it wasnât a daily occurrence but itâs definitely happened to him a couple times. and each and every time he was able to help them relax, and easily reunited them with whomever their guardian was.
- heâs good with kids. always has been.
- he probably even had a babysitting job every now and then when he was younger.
- thereâs was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to have his own when he grew up. and when you just so happened to stumble into his life, marrying him with the same idealsâŚwell.
- you obviously knew he wanted kids before you got married.
- and when you realized you wanted him to be the father of your child; was another one of those instances where you got to see just how good he was with them.
- hearing how sweet heâs always been to vincent during his doctor visits, especially when the boy was younger.
- heâs a girl dad. say what you will, but he is.
- heâll sit at the unbelievably tiny table, cramped in the tiny chair with his knees up to his chest while he tips back the empty teacup and his pinky in the air.
- heâll even wear the tiara.
- zero complaints.
- you and his daughter would literally be the most important things in the entire world to him. heâd do anything for you two.
- likeâŚugh. oh my god.
- sometimes youâd come home late, and youâd walk down the hall to hear his gentle voice animatedly in your daughters dark bedroom.
- and youâd peek in, and there he was sitting at the end of her bed, quietly reading while she sleepily listens all tucked in.
- or even times when youâd wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, confused.
- so youâd walk out to go find him, having no clue where the hell he was so you check your daughters bedroom,
- and well, there he is. long ass limbs tucked and haphazardly strewn about to make room for your daughter who lays next to him sleeping peacefully in her toddler bed.
- heâs not asleep (obviously), but he lays with his eyes closed until you gently creak the floorboard.
- âshe had a nightmare.â is all he says, and itâs enough to make you smile.
- even though heâs already so health consciousâŚit only grows after you have a child.
- âdid you brush your teeth? make sure to get the gums.â âa balanced breakfast is the perfect way to start the day!â he sounds like a elementary classroom poster.
- the minute someone in the house snifflesâŚheâs checking everyoneâs temperature.
- during the winter, heâs at the door wrapping your daughter in multiple puffy coats, scarves, earmuffs, gloves, before letting her step outside.
- youâre not off the hook either, but you never bundle up the way he wishes you would.
- âwhy doesnât mommy have to wear this?â she pouts while heâs helping her in her thick boots.
- âwhy donât you ask her that?đâ (heâs instigating.)
- iâm telling you, girl dad.
sam.
- his own kids werenât on his radar when you guys first started dating.
- but heâs always liked them. especially when vincent was born.
- he was that lowkey irresponsible but very responsible older brother.
- like, heâd be in his teens telling his very impressionable younger brother to say bad words and then would act shocked when he got in trouble for saying them.
- but when it came to being the oldest man in the house while their dad was away, he really showed maturity in helping jodi and being there for them.
- and while you both established a committed relationship, that one day youâd want to be married and have kidsâhe idealized it a bit more.
- but then again, it was still one of those things you both needed to really think and talk about before you even acted on it, especially since you got married young.
- lol i feel like jodi or marnie forced u guys to watch jas and vincent for a weekend once.
- and after how well it went, that was kinda when it clicked that you guys were ready.
- heâs both a girl dad and a boy dad.
- heâd literally jump for joy for either outcomes. he was just excited to finally be a dad after years of daydreaming of it.
- as much as i donât wanna say it, i still feel like heâd be much better at the fun stuff then the parenting stuff.
- i just think itâs bc he thinks with his heart more then his head, and when his child is sad and pouting, heâs too sympathetic to hold his ground.
- he wouldnât leave it all for you to do, but heâd definitely be worse at scolding if you arenât by his side.
- like, she colored all over the walls or something. his initial reaction would be to freak out and find a way to clean it before youâd find out (he doesnât wanna add more work to your busy day), but then heâd scold.
- âno, donât do that. wall, bad. paper, good. understand? nod if you understand,â âŚwell heâs trying.
- then youâd come home to see him scrubbing the walls while your child blissfully doodles in her coloring book on the floor beside him.
- if he had a son, heâd have a little bit of practice from those few years where he babysat vince.
- lol, thereâs a lot of features your son would inherit between the two of you.
- but personality wiseâŚyour son is definitely a mini-sam.
- and imagine one day, itâs the early stages of spring so samâs typical allergies start to act up.
- youâve always known how to handle him when he gets really sick. but picture your red-nosed, leaky-eyed husband standing behind you while you rummage through the medicine cabinet,
- and all of a sudden you hear a familiar sniffle from down the hall.
- you just freeze, slowly turning to face sam whoâs making the same face that you are. until he starts to laugh.
- yeah. so now here you are, both of your boys snuggled in bed with the same sickly look, mumbling about how grateful they are that youâre there to care for them.
- and hereâs the thing. if your son is samâs mini-meâŚthen i can assure you youâre stuck with two of the clingiest boys by your side.
shane.
- he never really thought heâd get a loving, happy family of his own.
- but he definitely daydreamed of it in times when he really just wanted an escape.
- he was always the best with jas.
- he doesnât necessarily treat her like his daughter. but itâs not like she gives him any reason to.
- he doesnât treat her like a child, per say. just kind of like another person. probably bc of their trauma bond lol
- he cares for her like an older brother cares for his little sister.
- so even though he has jas in his life, someone he cares for so strongly, he still doesnât think of himself as being a good father.
- when he met you though, and you were so reassuring and sweet, that thought definitely changed.
- it went from him seeing a life alone, to pondering a family of his own.
- when he finally had the motivation to clean himself up, it approached a couple years since heâs been sober and it was definitely in the forefront of his mind to start a family with you.
- i also think of him as a girl dad. i canât picture him as a boy dad at all not even gonna lie đ
- like heâd be the kind of dad that would dress as the supporting character in your daughterâs favorite movie for halloween (spirits eve wtvr)
- also the kind of dad thatâd join in on tea parties as well, just with the most plain look on his face despite him not minding being there.
- alsoâŚlet me tell you there would be a whole inside joke swear jar thing in ur house.
- when your daughter was old enough to decipher what words were âgoodâ and âbad,â the swear jar became very important.
- i think it started when you were pregnant.
- âah fuck, i think i cooked this wrong. damnit.â heâd mumble.
- âwe should probably stop saying those before the baby comes.â you hum, and he looks at you all confused.
- âsaying what?â bc theyâre in his daily vocabulary to the point where he forgets theyâre âinappropriate.â
- so there came the swear jar. and every now and then itâd be a little inside joke when he swore, youâd look at him like, âdrop a dollar in the jarđâ
- and when youâd say one, he was so petty matching your exact tone and smile.
- your daughter just grew up with it. it became an even bigger inside joke when you were all sitting at the kitchen table one night, he leans in to take a bite of food and, âshit! thatâs hot.â
- before you even said anything your daughter smiles exactly like you would, âthatâs a dollar in the swear jar, daddy.â
- ur both STUNNED. and also very proud in a sense.
- you just burst out laughing while he tries to think of a counter, but really, heâs too amused to even say anything back (thus drops a dollar in the jar!)
- đđheâd be the sweetest when it came to his daughter all sad about something.
- no matter what it was. even if she as much as scrapes her knee, he would be so affectionate.
- heâs not the âwalk it offâ kind of dad.
- if she came to him sobbing, heâd immediately calm her down by picking her up and propping her on the couch, searching for the stuff you use for wounds in the cabinets.
- âitâs okay, youâre okay. it was just a little scrape, you wonât even feel it tomorrow.â
- and heâs wiping her tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead before going into the freezer and getting her ice cream (before dinnerđ¨) saying, âdonât tell mommy, okay?â
- although you try finish up work early enough to tuck your daughter in bed, sometimes you end up running late.
- so uhâŚshane sometimes forgets to put her to bed, and of course sheâs not gonna say anything!!! bedtime is a childâs worst nightmare!
- and usually when that happens, youâd end up coming home to the sight of the two of them, knocked out sharing the same blanket on the couch, cuddled up together while the tvâs still on.
- and when that happens, well, you find it a little hard to take that sight away.
sebastian.
- girl dad. sorry i just had to start with it.
- maybe i could see him with a son, but honestlyâŚno i canât.
- but iâm not gonna lie to you,
- for a while i feel like he didnât want kids. not really at least.
- heâd think about them and it was always a nice idea, until he really thought about it and all the mess that babies come with lol.
- plus at the point in his life when you two met, he just wasnât ready. for a while at least.
- when you talked about it, the topic of children was only on the table. you knew you wanted them, just not yet.
- it took a good handful of years before you actively started trying.
- even though he was prepared during your pregnancy, i feel like it didnât hit him he was a father until after ur baby was born.
- he fell in love. swear.
- likeâŚthat tiny, wrinkly little lump was his. he helped make that. and not only was it his but it was also the woman he lovesâ.
- it took him a while to get into the system of it all when it came to caring for the baby. iâm talking changing diapers, feeding, burping, things like that.
- but when he was left alone with her, he was kinda in his own little world. he could hold her all day and never get tired.
- and that was a concept so crazy to him bc he didnât get that kind of love from a father growing up.
- which is exactly why i feel like heâd actually be such a great dad.
- he could be stern when he needed to be, but never strict.
- âeat your greens,â kinda dad LMAO. especially if you were the one to make them.
- when sheâd come up to him with the messiest doodle of your little family on a piece of paper, heâd think of it as a masterpiece.
- heâs not very expressive tho LOL like heâd look at the drawing and only smile, a little âthank you,â in a sweet tone.
- thatâs just how he is lol. on the inside heâs sobbing.
- it would always end up on the fridge.
- he spends a lot of time at home.
- which results in a lot of time he spends with your daughter, even while heâs doing his own thing on his computer working.
- but nearly every day he was greeted with a, âdaddy, can we go somewhere? whatâs mommy doing?â and depending on where you were, heâd help get her shoes on and take her out on a walk to go find you.
- she got her outdoorsy side from you, thatâs for sure. but because she needs a guardian, heâs gotten much more used to being outside.
- it was often youâd be working on your crops outside, wiping sweat from your forehead & turn around to your daughter eagerly wanting to help.
- now, this is not to say that your relationship w sebastian was poor before you had your daughter, iâm not saying that at all,
- but because of her adventurous personality, and clinginess to the both of youâyour bond grew even more.
- âshe wanted to see you.â heâd sheepishly smile, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead while you both turn and watch her feed the chickens.
- âdidnât you have that website to finish?â
- ââŚokay i wanted to see you too.â
alex.
- absolutely wanted a family. holy shit thereâs zero doubt in my mind.
- heâs kinda wanted a more traditional household, probably based on the ideals he grew up with.
- but he absolutely didnât mind you being the breadwinner. he honestly enjoyed it much more.
- heâd spend hours daydreaming about living on the farm with you. carrying one child on his shoulders and holding the otherâs hand while guiding them around the townâs fair.
- and lowkey, i feel like one of his favorite topics of conversation was discussing how your children would be raised lol
- talking in bed at night like, âi think our son would be a gridball fan. maybe even grow up to be a player himself.â while he sighs longingly.
- which also ties into me believe heâs a boy dad. you know he is.
- i definitely feel like heâd have a boy and a girl. itâs his dream.
- heâd be fine with two boys or two girls but when he daydreamed about his future, it was always you, your son & your daughter.
- itâs just once again the traditional picture of a household and even though i donât really think heâs that old fashioned after he met you, i still believe heâd want 2 kids.
- he would seriously daydream it all the time. the months of your pregnancy, when you found out it was a boy he really saw his future fitting like a puzzle piece.
- after a couple years, your son (who may i add was literally his mini-me) got a bit older, you both discussed it was time for another.
- and when you found out it was a girlâŚgod. i definitely think he cried, disagree all you want.
- heâs such a caring dad. i believe he wants the best for his children, and he knows what it was like to be neglected so i can never imagine him being like that.
- first of all, you already know every single day of the summer heâs bringing them down to the beach.
- packing a bag, (that takes him halfway through the day before he realized he forgot towels) propping up beach chairs & an umbrella for shade.
- heâs never opposed to a good sand castle. especially when he remembers to bring the little molds that help with the foundation.
- kneels in the shallow end, standing close to his kids when they want to swim.
- and heâs always a fan of recapping it with you at the end of the day.
- âtell mommy what you found at the beach,â he ushers, bouncing your daughter on his hip while your son eagerly begins.
- i feel like after having children, not only is he a good dad, but he becomes an even better husband to you.
- he just loves how hard you work for him and your family, so you can bet on motherâs day, or your birthday, heâll be all about making it special for you.
- all of them wake up earlier then you, making breakfast (well, watching him make breakfast) before they put it all on a plate and deliver it to you in bed.
- ur the kind of parents that other parents are jealous of, yâknow?
- heâs just so in love with you, and the kids you made. it makes him love you even more.
elliott.
- heâs always wanted kids. he would find himself daydreaming, even when he was in his early twenties, about one day raising a child with the person he loves.
- when he met you was the start of his writing career.
- at that point, it was a little underwhelming, which was the perfect opportunity to get start a relationship with you.
- you were both fairly busy, but the thing about his job was he could lounge in your cottage while you were off working,
- and when you were able to spare a few minutes, you could stop in and see him.
- while your relationship progressed, you began the discussion of getting married and having children one day.
- it just so happened to be right when his career was taking off when you finally settled into your lives together.
- which postponed trying for a little while, but eventually you were able to.
- lol, iâm gonna say it;
- without a DOUBT a girl dad.
- oh my god he would daydream of having a little you running around, tuft red hair with your sweet smile.
- and with how melodramatic he is, imagine that projected onto your daughter LMAO.
- if you couldnât find him in his typical writing room sometimes, all u had to do was walk to your daughters room where he propped up his own little desk.
- just so he could be near her.
- he also is just entranced at all times, he loves holding her, just looking at her.
- heâs extremely helpful.
- for the most part, he was always immediate to react if your newborn needed something. the second sheâs cry, he was up on his feet telling you to stay put.
- heâs just very understanding with how busy you are, and he never minded spending more time with his daughter.
- if it was the middle of the night, and she needed something, heâd always shake his head to you pushing off your blankets, whispering, âi got it, my love. go back to sleep, iâm sure sheâs fine.â
- especially on days where he knows youâre particularly stressed, heâs not letting you lift a finger.
- anyways, it carried on when your daughter got older, too.
- sheâd walk in all, âmommy, i threw up,â & he was on his feet to help before you even registered what happened.
- heâs just always been fantastic help.
- one of his favorite things to do is read to her.
- similar to harvey, except ten times more.
- heâs acting out each part, using different voices for different characters, making a grand show of it all just to hear his daughter giggle.
- itâs become a habit every night, and since youâre typically busy most evenings, itâs often youâll come in to find him mid-storytelling.
- even if you intend on reading to her, you always end up stopping to let him finish. heâs so entertaining with it that even youâre interested in this plot line for 2 year olds.
- heâll never skip this routine.
- and when he kisses her goodnight, he tucks her in, pushes her hair from her forehead and bends down to plant a soft kiss.
- âgoodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams.â he always says.
- heâs gentle with you, heâs even gentler with her.
#ŕŠâŠâ§âË headcanons#i enjoyed this a little too much#iâm too young to have kids butttt i fear i need harveyâs#harvey x farmer#sdv harvey#sdv harvey x farmer#sdv harvey x reader#alex x farmer#sdv alex x farmer#sdv alex x reader#sdv sam#sdv sam x farmer#sdv sam x reader#sdv sebastian#sdv sebastian x farmer#sdv sebastian x reader#sdv shane x farmer#sdv shane x reader#sdv shane#sebastian x farmer#shane x farmer#sdv alex#sdv elliot x farmer#sdv elliot x reader#sam x farmer#sdv bachelor hcs#sdv elliott#sdv bachelors
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"That's right," Dr. Klein said to Carolina. "You have to sign off on your next script since it's what's known as a life-altering or debilitating medical decision."
"Oh wow..... um, I'm not so sure I understand? Sorry, I'm so horny these days I can't think straight. All these different things you keep prescribing me! I can hardly keep up." She giggled, jiggling her hefty breasts.
"I know, you're not as sharp as you used to be. But that's OK, do you even remember being that skinny, flatchested aspiring lawyer who walked through my door last year?"
"Ummmm, I don't know?" She giggled. "Why did I want to be a lawyer?"
"Sweetheart, I'm not the one who would know."
"Oh! But you know everything! I feel so much better after coming to see you. Men are obsessed with my new curves. I have soooo much sex it's crazy. I let guys pump me full of their cum whenever they want!"
"That's wonderful to hear darling. See? And you were so skeptical about taking what I was recommending you..."
"I must've been soooo dumb back then!" She furrowed her brows. "Ummm, how do I spell my name? I think it starts with a C then an A? Can you help me....? I'm not a very good speller these days!"
"That's because you're down to an IQ of 46, from 172! Isn't that great news? My prescriptions are working wonders."
"Wow, is a forty-six really good?"
"It sure is, sweetie. Now let me help you." The doctor guided her hand, making her sign.
"Oh thank you so much! You made it look soooo easy! Mmmmm, I should thank you for being so nice...." She suddenly leaned in and started kissing him on the lips, but he pulled away.
"That's quite all right, Carol. Just be a good girl and take this new script to the pharmacy and take two a day."
"What's it for???"
"Well, you know how your breasts have gotten really big and bouncy?"
"Yep!" She jiggled them for the doctor.
"They're going to get much, much bigger. So big they'll fill your whole lap and be much too big for clothes of any kind...."
"Oh my! That sounds..... really hot! How will I carry them?"
"You might need a push cart, or someone might have to escort you in a wheelchair. You could easily lose the ability to walk...."
"Just from how big my boobs are? Mmmmm, guys are going to love that! I'll be so helpless, it'll be so fun, getting set out on a blanket or something at the park on a nice day.... My boobs exposed, too heavy for me to lift. I have to ask men to help me..... God I'm going to get fucked so good! If men find my body irresistible now...." She leaned back, patting her round pregnant belly. "Already five months along with batch two! Is it true when we met I said I had no interest in having kids?"
"Correct, but we fixed that little problem. Looks like you're going to stay pregnant from now on, huh?"
She giggled, shrugging. "What choice do I have? I'm always getting filled with cum everywhere I go...."
"Good girl. Just remember to keep taking these pills no matter how big your breasts get, OK? I'll see you in three months."
"Just in time to see me ready to pop with all these kids..... you're so naughty...."
"And I better not see you wearing any clothes up top, those things should be too big for them by then....."
"I'll stop wearing tops asap!" She removed hers, tossing it behind her. "Whatever you say, Dr. Klein! You're the professional!"
He patted her head. "I'm glad you finally agree."
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Call the Doctor, I'm in Love
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->Paring: Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish x Medic!Fem!Reader
->Words: 2.9k
->Warning: fluff & angst, mentions of injury/wounds
->Summary: Soap has a big ol crush on you, heâs not sneaky or quiet about it. Here are the many times heâs fantasized about you and the one time you answered his dreams.
->A/N: a little something because I love Foap!
Johnny âSoapâ Mactavish is a pretty guy, a hunk if you will and he knows it. He has no troubles with the ladies and is highly experienced but he always feels like heâs lacking something, someone. Until you came along, pretty new medic. Youâre his favorite. He always goes to you for a patch up even waiting for medical help until you come back from break. Johnny is a saint, he is a patient and giving man.Â
But he wants you, desperately. Heâs got a big fat crush and heâs not quiet about it. The 141 is exhausted hearing about what you did today and that Soap thinks you looked dreamy today, stitching up his arm. He saw you look at him a little extra that means you want to be with him right? They canât wait until you either reject the poor fool or take him on a bloody date. Here are the times poor Mactavish has swooned over you:
The 1st Time: Your Introduction
Soap has found himself head over heels for you. He first saw you in the medical tent after him and an enemy went headfirst over a steep rockwall, he was fine of course, seems like that guy can bounce back from anything, you had nursed him back to health and he was done for. Your caring words and gentle hands were all he wanted now. And imagine his surprise and excitement when you became the team's new task-force medic.
âAlright team I hope you read over the file, we got a new member to our team. She's going to be our medic but donât worry she can hold our own on the field. Sheâs reliable and damn good at her job. Weâve had too many close calls lately and I donât want anyone dying of something that could have been prevented.â
Price ends his introduction and you greet your way around the room, everyone is nice enough for tuff military men. You find yourself sitting next to John, or Soap, or sometimes Johnny depending on who you ask. Heâs a good looking guy, as are the rest in the room but you have a job to do so you donât plan on messing up your place on the team by intermingling with one of them.
âAye lass, do you carry one of those stethoscope things around with ya?â
Heâs leaning on one arm, checking out the equipment you had brought with you.
âI usually keep it in the office, why is something wrong?â
Youâre looking him over for anything obvious but nothing sounds any alarm.
âAh no, itâs just my heart⌠itâs acting funny, beats a little faster when you come around.â
Heâs smiling and you laugh not expecting a bad pick-up line but seems like heâs that kind of guy.
âI see. Well might want to try working on your cardio then thatâll improve that heart rate of yours.â
He pauses, thinking of what to say next to lure you in.
âYou like bars doctor?â
âNot particularly..â
âWould ya mind joining me, I hate drinking alone.â
You smile, amused.
âWhy not one of the other boys, someone youâre more familiar with.â
Youâre looking into your bag and he drops his head lower so youâll look him in the eyes.
âIâd like to be more familiar with you bonnie.â
You stop and put your hands on your hips pretending to think.
âWell Iâm not so interesting, just a doctor after all. Iâm sure Gaz would love to join you, you two seem the best of friends.â
He seems a little discouraged when you donât play into his game but he looks at the small smile that plays on your lips and knows heâs just gotta keep trying. You wonât shake him off that easily.
â
The 2nd Time: The Flu Incident
Flu season. Your favorite time of the year, your inner monologue drips with sarcasm as you scrub your hands raw for the sixth time today. Itâs late afternoon and the sun dips over the horizon as the rooms are casted with a honey soaked orange glow. The murmurs from the outside hallway peak your interest and you dry your hands and exit to the hall.
âI told you MacTavish I can help you just as easily as any other nurse or doctor, just come into my office and weâll get you fixed up.âÂ
An older more seasoned nurse has her hands on her hips, gaze pointed at Soap with a motherly disapproved look at her face. You step out of the room tossing the paper towel into the bin.
âTroubled patient?âÂ
Soap lifts his head at your voice and he smiles, voice nasally and strained.
âAh there ya are bonnie, been waiting for you. Think you can fix me?âÂ
âYouâd be in better hands with her you know? Unlike me she knows what sheâs doing.âÂ
Your tone is playful and Johnny stands weakly, hand on the wall.
âYea but youâre my favorite, canât feel better unless itâs you.â
The other nurse is called away shooting you a good luck look with her eyes, no doubt happy to not have to deal with the sickly man.
âAlright Johnny whatever you say. Letâs get you to a bed.â
âYouâre a real saint hen.â
You place a steady hand on his back leading him to the bed in your office, away from the overflow so he can hopefully get some rest.
âAlright Johnny go ahead and lay down Iâll get your temp and letâs see if we can break that fever alright?â
He groans as he lays down obviously dealing with joint pain from the flu, itâs a nasty one thatâs hit the base this time.
You run a washcloth under cool water, grab your thermometer, and sit next to him making sure heâs comfortable. You take his temp and frown,Â
âGive it to me straight doctor, am I going to make it?â
He grips your hand dramatically and you laugh while patting his hand.
âI think youâll just scrape by, itâll be close though.â
âOh thank heavens. Guess youâll just have to take extra close care of me right?â
Heâs giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes again as you place the washcloth on his forehead and place the back of your hand on his cheek to feel the temp there as well.
âI guess since Iâm part of your team now Iâll have to make sure you live, so yes. I will take extra good care of you.â
You smile at him softly, you donât like seeing anyone sick but sick Soap reminds you of a kicked puppy.
You miss the way his eyes shine up at you as you chart his info. How the thoughts in his head are those of you and him on dates, what ring he will propose to you with, where youâll honeymoon and various other daydreams he has swirling around. He would do anything for you to be his, he would capture the stars for you.
You get up from your chair to put his info into the computer and he looks at the sad flowers on the side table, shriveled and needing to be tossed.
âThese flowers aren't lookin so good.â
You glance over and frown.
âOh yeah, itâs been so busy lately I haven't had a chance to replace them yet.â
He hums and you walk back over to him and give him some painkillers and electrolyte drink mix.
âTake these and get some rest please, itâll do you good.â
He sits up, eyes on you as he takes the pills, handing you the little cup back.
âIâll get you some new flowers, take you out too.â
Youâre facing away from him, a smile gracing your features.
âJohnny, I-â
âYou donât have to say yes now lass, just please, for the sake of my well-being think on it.â
You move over to him and dab the cloth onto his cheeks and cool down his pulse points, heart growing slightly as you reply.
âSure Johnny, Iâll think about it. Now sleep, doctor's orders.â
He sleeps quietly next to you as you finish your charting. The sight of him so calm warms your heart and it scares you a little bit, you wouldn't want to throw off the balance of the team or make any weird power dynamics by falling for him but he makes it harder and harder.Â
The next week fresh flowers are left on the side table.
â
The 3rd Time: Award Ceremony Ball
Dressed to the nines each of you are. A very successful mission rewarded the whole team with a variety of medals and everyone was looking very nice all cleaned up.
Your dress was a floor gown with a slip up the leg and your back was exposed, the dress felt so silky and it was nice to not be covered in blood for once. Although you did manage to spill some kind of fancy jam on it and you were frantically dabbing at it with water when you were interrupted with Soap meeting up with you.
âWell donât you look nice.âÂ
Heâs lively tonight, eyes bright with optimism after the job and sporting brand new chest candy to show off.
Your eyes drift up from the new stain on your dress to him and he, well he looks damn good. A new pink scar graces his jawline but it looks good on him, he can wear scars well.
âThank you, you clean up well yourself too.â
âAh bonnie donât make me blush now.âÂ
The rest of the team is chatting at a nearby table, Price is nursing a short glass of something dark, Gaz is going to town on the amazing food, and Ghost is engaged in conversation with the two of them.
âYou wanna head back to the table?â
You offer, he shakes his head and offers his hand.
âI ask the fine lady to a dance.â
You blush, never asked to dance before, the ballroom floor filled with experts, couples swirling to the melody in the air.
You stew on it for a moment, and put your hand in his.
âOk but if I fall you fall with me okay?â
âAlways.â
Your hands are intertwined, one of his is on your waist and yours is on his shoulder. You both try to copy what the others do and the messy dance combined with the flutes of champagne you both consumed makes for quite the site. The mess of bumping feet and unsteady movements.
âFor a sergeant youâre rather uncoordinated MacTavish.â Your laugh is light.
âI didnât go to fuckin dance school, certainly didnât learn this in the marines thatâs for sure. What, did they teach this in medical school?â
âDoes it look like they did? I can stitch up a bullet wound but lord help me I can't dance for shit.â
You bump into him again and his grip tightens slightly.
âI got ya bonnie.â
He could be living in a dream right now, you in such a pretty dress adorned in your well deserved medals, him with his. Youâre gripping his shoulder and heâs got you in his arms, he can smell your perfume and see the small hairs out of place as the two of you spin but he loves it all the same. He wants it all the same.
âJohnny. Can you hear me?â
He blinks harshly, really sinking back in. Youâre not his right now, he canât take you back to his place after this and kiss each part of you, unzip the dress and let his fingers graze over the skin that's revealed to him. Watch how you move under the moonlight as he touches you just as he imagined. Not yet.
âYea?â
âI said I think Gaz just devoured his fourth bowl of that dip I wanted to try.â
âMust be good then, should we head over before he finishes it all?â
You laugh and agree.
âThank you for the dance MacTavish, you made me feel less silly for not knowing what Iâm doing.â
His eyes sparkle at your admiration.
âIâm always happy to help.â
â
The 4th Time: Yes
This mission could not have been more fucked up. Shrapnel flies and bullets whiz by. The air is cold but your body is so hot, on fire from the adrenaline.Â
The coms are staticy and choppy but you can make out the team.Â
An undercover mission with Soap had you outside a pretty nice villa at dusk. It was meant to pose as a couple on a retreat to gain intel from an organization nearby but all hell had broken loose. You're cornered and Soap had been down to three bullets and you at two until you were able to take down someone else and gain the upper hand.
Communication with the team was hard, they had sent for backup now you just had to wait.
And Soap is shot.
He has taken a bullet for you and youâre frantic.Â
âFuck Johnny, shit.â
He grimaces as you rip your bag off of your back to grab for first aid. Itâs not enough though, you had to pack light and itâs not enough.
âStupid ass job, told them to find a way to get more equipment.â
Youâre more muttering to yourself, ripping things out of the small bag you were allotted to patch him up.
âYouâre cute when youâre frustrated.â
Johnny laughs and it sends him into a coughing fit, the bullet is in his side. You pray it hasn't done permanent damage but the gravel in his cough scares the hell out of you.
âHold on Johnny, Iâm gonna get you fixed up alright, just stay still.â
A bullet nearly misses your head and he shoots back hitting the guy before clutching his side again.
âYou think thatâs all of them?â
âFucking hope so, I need- I have to clean it.â
Heâs strong, so strong and sweet and kind and nice and charming and you canât lose him.Â
Not when you know you want him now. That you need him now.Â
âGonna lift your shirt ok? Just watch your breathing.â
âAye, not even going to take me to dinner first.â
Your eyes are blurry as tears slip down, first one the two.
He wipes them away, his blood smearing onto your face and you choke back a sob.
âCâmon bonnie, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry.â
His voice grows weaker the more he speaks and you beg him to stop, but he rambles.Â
He talks about how each morning he wakes up to see if youâre up yet. He waits for you at the gym, always goes to you when he feels unwell, gushes to the rest of the team about you when youâre not around.Â
He flirts openly with you and what a fool youâve been to not reciprocate fully, to reel into him.
The needle breaks his skin and his eyes grow heavy, the blood is still flowing freely and you almost feel it rushing out of you as well.
âIâm so sorry Johnny.â
You stitch and wipe and repeat. Itâs a gaping wound and it makes you sick seeing it on him.Â
Youâre so focused on stitching him you donât notice when his eyes close. His breathing is shallower now.Â
Your eyes race around his face, head now slumped to the side.
You wipe the wound, itâs not good but it should be ok. Heavy on should.
Your hand, coated in blood cups his cheek, shaking.
âJohnny?â
You move his head, it's heavy in your hands and your breathing hurts now.
You get closer, enough to press his forehead to yours and you inhale his smell.Â
You hold cloth to his wound to try to stop the bleeding and you whisper promises to him if he will just pull through.Â
Your lips are so close to his that when your tears roll down your face they roll off your nose onto his lips.
The hand that cups his cheek feels his pulse on his neck and itâs quiet and slow. Itâs so silent here now.
âIâm so sorry Johnny. I love you. Fuck I love you so much I just didnât want to mess anything up. Please donât leave yet.Â
You lips touch his softly, like if you pressed any harder he would shatter.
âCould have- could have told me all that before I was dying yea?â
He laughs weakly, his smile cracking the corner of his lips. You cup his face fully now, careful to remove your hand from the wound but you applied enough pressure by now the blood has coagulated some.Â
âYou mean all that?â His eyes are heavy but he still looks at you with that same shining he always did.
âYes, god yes. I just didn't want to mess up the team dynamic but I donât care anymore, you just have to pull through alright then let's go out.â
âI like the sound of that.â
Blades of the helicopter sound nearby cutting through the silence.
âJust hold on Johnny weâre gonna get you patched up. Then I want to see you in that suit again.â
âAnything for you bonnie.â
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He recovered well with you by his side of course. You dressed his wound properly and gave him a kiss to make it heal faster he would say. Then two weeks later he showed up in a suit with flowers at your office door. The rest is history, but the team is much happier not listening to Soapâs rambling about you but they are happy nonetheless.
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Burns
Charlie Swan x fem!reader, Carlisle Cullen x fem!readerÂ
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: age gap (for both men, both are legal but carlisle is like 223297493 years old so do with that what youâd like lol), burns (second and first degree), doctors office, me knowing too much about twilightÂ
Authorâs Note: IM WRITING A PART 2 RN BUT WANTED TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS <3 I literally randomly had a burst of inspo to write this and i lowkey love itâŚ
Summary: Youâre a waitress at the local diner to pay off tuition in the summer. You have a small crush on the chief of police who comes in to get his coffee from you. You thought that was all it was until you met the resident doctor when you have a mishap and now youâre stuck between two incredibly charming men that both have a little crush on you.Â
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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Forks, Washington was under a near constant cover of rain. You were aware of it when you woke up in the morning, prepared to see the dreary weather that greeted you through the window. You could smell the rain on the pavement before it came, see it in the clouds as they hovered above. You were always prepared for it, always ready for it.Â
Today, the sun was out. Summer usually calls for something more temperate. You found that those days werenât necessarily unwelcome, but never your favorite. Everyone went outside when it was sunny. You could see people you hadnât seen in ages. You never made an effort to see them in the first place for a reason. There was an uncharacteristic amount of skin showing. It may only be mid 70s but everyone suddenly acted like the ocean water was a relief to their burning skin.Â
You sweat easily, especially in the diner. The Lodge had little to no air conditioning and the sun brought people in droves. Everyone wanted a bite to eat. They all remembered the diner had milkshakes. It was never a great mix for a waitress.Â
You turned the corner on your heel, giving a quaint smile to Cora, your coworker. She looked like she was going to melt away.Â
âDo you think anyones gonna leave early today?â she asked quietly behind the counter. You shook your head. She had the coffee pot in her hand and was holding it tightly so it didnât spill. You looked around the packed diner, laughter bubbling from sections where it normally was silent. You shook your head, giving her a sad look.Â
âWeâre in for one.âÂ
âI shouldâve called out,â she muttered. âYou shouldâve called out. This place needs us.â You shook your head.Â
âYouâve gotta put food on the table,â you reminded her. She had a kid who was going into middle school. You had met her when Cora brought her in, her headphones stuck in her ears and reading some trashy teen novel.Â
âAlways the voice of reason,â she muttered. âPlus, you gotta pay tuition.âÂ
âDonât remind me.âÂ
You were going to college in Seattle but always worked the summers back in Forks. You loved the little town despite its insanity. You found that most of it was quiet, even on louder days. Plus, it was always easy to find a job back home. You were practically shoved the waitress apron when you returned this summer. You had been doing it since you graduated high school, always trying to find something to keep yourself occupied. You were coming upon your senior year in college and the extra money helped immensely.Â
âHey, your boyfriends here,â Cora teased. She pushed herself off the counter to refill someoneâs coffee cup. You furrowed your brows in confusion even though you knew exactly who she meant.Â
You watched as chief of police Charlie Swan walked through the doors with a clink of the bell above his head. He met your eyes and gave you an awkward half wave, which you returned slightly more enthusiastically. He walked up to the counter, squeezing between the people sitting there. Someone said hello to him and he gave them a nod in acknowledgment.Â
âYou guys are busy today huh?â he questioned, scoffing.Â
âJust a bit,â you admitted. His presence never ceased to bring butterflies to your stomach. Maybe you were harboring a small/not so small crush on the sheriff but you tried your best not to show it. You assured Cora it was just something silly for you to feel as you passed through your work day. Still, her eyes lingered on yours as she went around the counter to greet someone else because she knew you were busy. âItâs the sun.âÂ
âBrings out all the loonies,â he said.Â
âI imagine youâre busy out there too.â He was always scanning around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. His eyes flicked from you to the people beside him, then back to you.Â
âTaking my 15.âÂ
âJust to see lil ol me?â you teased. Even as the words left your mouth you felt self conscious of them. This time though, he gave a half smile.Â
âYou make the best coffee Iâve ever had,â he promised. You tried not to get flustered.Â
âWell, it looks like you need a double today, Sheriff.âÂ
âCharlie, how many times do I have to tell you?â You rolled your eyes. He leaned against the diner counter even though there were no seats. You turned around, every other table lost in your mind. Cora would help you out until he left.
âWell Charlie, it might be too hot for a hot coffee. You couldâve gone to one of those fancy coffee shops,â you offered, grabbing a coffee pot.Â
âYeah, can you imagine me ordering there? I have a hard enough time with you.âÂ
âI think I get what you mean by now,â you joked. You poured him a cup and grabbed three sugars and two creams. âAnything else?âÂ
âYou always this quick with your service?â he questioned, looking at the people down the line who hadnât gotten their food.Â
âIâm just the coffee girl with a pretty smile. I donât control the food orders.â You handed him a stirring stick as he opened his sugar packets. âPlus, youâre the chief of police Charlie. I donât wanna get arrested.â He chuckled, a real genuine laugh.Â
âI think Iâll let you off for this one.â You smiled at your success. The laugh was guaranteed to be the highlight of your shift.Â
âThanks Charlie.â You turned back to the kitchen which was starting to call things out. âAnything else?â
âNo maâam.â He grabbed some cash out of his wallet. âKeep the change.âÂ
âYouâre my favorite customer Charlie,â you joked at his more than generous tip of 100%. He did a little salute with his finger and raised the cup to you.Â
âGo do your job otherwise youâre bound to get more angry customers than I am.âÂ
You nodded once and bowed out of the conversation gracefully. You grabbed the food from behind you and started to bring it out. Cora gave you a look as you passed her, the smile plastered on your face a clear tell of your conversation.Â
âPeach cobbler,â you said to one of your regulars. She was a small old lady who always came in on Saturdays, at exactly the same time. You enjoyed talking with her and catching up on her life. She got the same thing each time and the consistency was something you appreciated. âSorry itâs been slower today Miss. Heidi. The heat has the whole of Forks out!â She shook her head, brushing you off.Â
âNo worries at all,â she assured you. âItâs not like Iâm not gonna come back.â You shared in her shaky laughter. She picked up her fork just as you were about to leave and pointed it at Charlie. âYou making heart eyes at the chief over there sweetheart?â You flushed immediately. Maybe you werenât so great at hiding it.Â
âMaybe. But keep your mouth shut Heidi,â you whispered with a smile. She chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Charlie who was finishing his coffee already. He had started a conversation with the man beside him. Charlie seemed to know everyone in town.Â
âArenât you a little young for him?â You rolled your eyes.Â
âItâs perfectly constenting and legal,â you assured her. âIâm plenty older than his daughter if thatâs what youâre gonna say.âÂ
âI was gonna mention.â Her eyes wrinkled at the edges, shaking her head. Her movements didnât feel like she was disagreeing with you. More so that she was gossiping with a friend, just girls being girls. âHe had his heart broken by her mother, you know. Heâs a good man.âÂ
âIs that your consent Heidi? Because I donât even know if he feels the same way.â Your voice was lighthearted. She grabbed your hand, her saggy skin feeling comforting.Â
âI wouldnât worry too much sweetheart.â You scrunched your face a little and shook off her words. You were still on the clock.Â
âEnjoy your peach cobbler Heidi.âÂ
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You brushed your hair out of your face. The sun had finally subsided for the evening, giving way for the clouds. You embraced their presence, appreciating the way that the cool air felt on your overworked skin. Cora was still hanging around after her shift, waiting for her husband to come pick her up. You sat on the back steps of The Lodge, watching the trees sway.Â
âThe air feels so crisp,â you muttered.Â
âYou say the weirdest things,â she grumbled, laughing. She was leaning against the building. âItâs the trees.âÂ
âI know.â You were going to leave right after work and finally drive back home but you needed a moment to sit and enjoy the day. It had been a long shift. Cora and you were officially trauma bonded.Â
âHow was the chief?âÂ
âGood,â you promised. âSweet.â
âA guy can be sweet and catch criminals?âÂ
âHeâs assertive,â you argued. When Cora laughed she did it with her whole chest.Â
âHoney, youâre down bad.â You rolled your eyes and stood up. Coraâs eyes followed you as you did so, turning back to the door inside the diner. âYouâre goin back into that hellhole?âÂ
âForgot my phone,â you said. âAlso, I am not. Itâs a work crush. Iâm entitled to one! Just like you like the produce guy!âÂ
âI do not like the produce guy. I think heâs hot. Big difference!â You rolled your eyes as you opened the door back inside. The heat hit you again, unpleasantly. You had to weave through the cooks to get back to the front. You couldnât remember when you had put your phone down. You were making a phone call during your break. Maybe you had left it on hte steps outside after all?Â
âHey Jerry?!â you called to the cook in the back.
âWhat?!âÂ
âYou seen my phone?âÂ
âNo! All Iâve seen are burgers!â You rolled your eyes harder this time and dipped underneath the counter to see if you had put it with the sugars and stuff. You let out an annoyed groan when it wasnât there.Â
You turned too quick and ran right into the closing waitress. She was holding a hot pot of coffee and effectively spilled it all over you. You gasped involuntarily, the feeling of scorching coffee seeping through your clothes. The gasp turned into a seethe as you packed up. You could hear her speaking, the high pitched, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â reverberating off your eardrums. You had dropped coffee on yourself before. All you could think of was that you needed a towel and some cold water.Â
You turned on a dime and walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the sink back there and fumbled your hand around for a towel to use.Â
âJerry, towel,â you mumbled, the burning skin now setting into a tingle. He turned his head around and saw you. He started to fumble around. You walked in front of him to grab the towel and just barely lost your balance, causing your hand to fly up onto the table.Â
Right onto the stove.Â
This time you yelped. The coffee was already forgotten as there was now more of an issue at hand.Â
âWoah dollface!â Jerry exclaimed. He grabbed your wrist because you were just staring at your red hand. You had put your entire palm down. You looked up at him, tears staining your eyes from pain, and he brought you over to the sink.Â
âOh fuck,â you groaned as he put it under the cold water. It didnât subside any pain, just added another sensation. âJerry that hurts!âÂ
âHey Y/N, I have your phone in my apron.â Cora came through the door to witness you breathing heavily next to the sink, Jerry the cook practically holding you down.Â
âShe burned her hand on the stove,â he explained.Â
âShe spilled coffee on me,â you blubbered childishly. You could feel all your body parts at once, like you were on fire. You had no brain power to say anything else.Â
âOh Jesus,â Cora muttered. She rushed forward, grabbing your wrist to look at it. âYou gotta get this checked out honey.â You gave her a somber looking face. âI know, I know. Iâll take you. Whereâs your car keys?â You reached in your apron with your non burnt hand. It was soaking wet from the coffee.Â
âIs she okay?â the waitress asked, sticking her head through the window.Â
âShe burned her hand on the stove,â Jerry said.Â
âShe what?!âÂ
Cora put her hand on your back, leading you out the door. You took deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You were fine. You were gonna be fine.Â
âIâll be okay,â you whispered. âYou have to g-â
âIâll have Steven do it,â she said. Her husband. You gave her a look of pure thankfulness as she helped you into the passenger seat of her car.Â
âI really donât have to go to the hospital over this,â you tried to say.Â
âI know you donât. But I think itâs safer than waiting.â You put your head against your headrest.Â
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Cora dragged you by your free arm to the front desk. She was the one who gave your name and your information as you stood beside her, holding your hand. You looked like a mess, given the coffee all over you. You were sure this could all just be fixed by some water and ointment from the store but Cora insisted.Â
She rambled on about how a family member hadnât gone in for a burn and it ended up being more severe then they thought, damaging below the skin. Her words were not comforting.Â
Eventually they called you back to be looked at. You sat on an exam table with a thin paper on top. A nurse had come in to check on you and give you something for your hand while you waited for the doctor.Â
You were in a row of beds. Cora pulled the curtains aside to give you privacy.Â
âI really donât think thatâs necessary,â you said.Â
âThey don't get to know all your business. HIPAA or whatever.â You squinted.Â
âI donât think-âÂ
âLadies.â Carlisle Cullen stepped through the curtain at the open side. He was holding a clipboard, a charming smile plastered on his face. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. âY/N, I hear you burned your hand.â You nodded.Â
âAnd her chest,â Cora muttered. She must have noticed Carlisleâs looks as well. Or maybe she just noticed your reaction to him. You cleared your throat.Â
âI had coffee spilled on me.âÂ
âNo, you should check it out. Itâs bad.â You gave a look. Carlisleâs smile remained, shaking his head. You had heard of him but never had a reason to come out and see him. You wouldnât even call this a valid reason.Â
âSounds like an awful case of bad luck.â You nodded. âCan I take a look?â He sat on a spinny chair and pulled it towards you. You extended your hand to him.Â
âIâm gonna go call Steven,â she said to you. You nodded. She patted your back, her eyes lingering on your doctor even as she left. Carlisle held your hand in his, gently looking it over. You looked down at him.Â
âA stove did this?âÂ
âYeah. It was dumb,â you promised. âI lost my balance looking for a rag for the coffee burn.âÂ
âAnd thatâs okay?â You nodded.Â
âI think. I mean, my hand feels way worse,â you assured him.Â
âYour friend seems to think otherwise.âÂ
âCoraâs dramatic by nature.â He laughed gently.Â
âWell the stove fought back.â He wheeled backwards towards the table beside your bed. âIt looks like second degree burns on your hand. Iâll send you home with some ointment for it and youâll wanna wrap it up so that you donât get it caught on your clothes or anything.â You nodded. âIâll wrap it for you first, show you how to do it.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
âOf course.â He stood up and fumbled in the desks drawer. âAre you sure you donât want me to check on the coffee burns?â He glanced back at you. You looked down at your shirt. It had mostly gotten your stomach. You could still feel pain there, probably driven by the fact you never got to clean it off.Â
âIf you think itâll help?â
âStomach burns are interesting just because of their placement. Itâs harder to wrap them. I think it would be beneficial for me to make sure theyâre only first degree, if anything.â You nodded. You would listen to him read the phone book.Â
âOkay.â He walked back over. Before even touching your shirt he made eye contact with you.Â
âOnly if youâre comfortable. I can wait till your friend comes back if you want me to.â You shook your head.Â
âIâm okay!â you promised. You cleared your throat and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You carefully lifted it up over your torso, holding it just above the wet spot. Carlisleâs eyes went down to your body.Â
âYou said the hand hurt more?â
âBy far.âÂ
âCan I touch you?â Please. You cleared your throat again.Â
âSure.â He put an icy hand on your hip, lightly brushing your burn with his thumb.Â
âHow much does that hurt? Scale one to ten?âÂ
âFive.â He applied more pressure.Â
âNow?âÂ
âSeven. Your hands are really cold, which could be worsening the effects,â you joked. He chuckled, his lips turning up a bit.Â
âSorry about that.â He backed up a bit. You put your shirt back down. âThose are first degree burns. It only hit in some spots. Should feel numb or touchy for a couple days. You can put the ointment there too but you shouldnât have to wrap it up.â
âThe hand needs it.â
âThe hand needs it,â he agreed. He had put some stuff on the counter, which he now took in his hands. He squeezed something out a bottle and put a bit of it on his finger, taking your hand back in his. âLet me know if the pressure is too much.âÂ
You watched him, your free hands fingers curled under the bed you were sitting on. He gently covered your hand, using such a light touch that it was like he was barely there.Â
âYouâre good at this.âÂ
âItâs my job,â he said, smiling. âAre you from out of town? I donât think Iâve had you in here before.âÂ
âJust lucky,â you quipped. âI go to college in Seattle too so Iâm usually out there.â He nodded slowly.Â
âFancy.â
âThe drive back is beautiful.â He nodded slowly. His hand lingered on yours as he examined his work. âSo is this town.âÂ
âDo you work at the diner?â
âYeah! Thatâs where I got this beauty.â He scooted back, grabbing the bandages.
âI think my sonâs seen you there. Heâs graduating high school in a year and likes his seclusion,â he explained.Â
âSon?â you asked.Â
âEdward.âÂ
âNo, Iâm just stunned you have a child. You look far too young,â you said, laughing incredibly. He grinned sheepishly. You tried not to think of him being married or the lack of ring on his finger.Â
âHeâs technically my foster son,â he described.Â
âI see. Do you do it all on your own?â You winced. That was aggressive. âI donât mean to pry.â âItâs alright,â he said, shaking his head, completely cool. âYes, theyâre all under my care. I havenât found the right one quite yet. Plus, sheâd have to take on more than a couple stragglers with me.â His eyes flicked up to yours. They met for a moment longer than they should have. You had to look away.Â
âSounds like a task.âÂ
âItâs definitely not for everyone.â He tightened your bandage. âThere. Iâll send you home with some of this, itâll be sent to wherever you get your prescriptions.â He stepped back from you. âTry to be careful around stoves next time.â
âYes sir.â He gave you one more look, a kind hearted smile and then was on his way. You followed him until he was gone out of view. You were glad he hadnât checked your pulse because you were sure it was beating out of your chest. Cora came around the corner.Â
âHeâs too old for you too,â she said. You laughed dryly, shaking your head. You could practically still feel his touch on your hand. So gentle.Â
âYouâll learn to get used to it,â you teased her. She rolled her eyes. âWere you waiting out there the whole time?âÂ
âWanted to give you and Doctor Dreamy some alone time.âÂ
âYouâre such a wingwoman!âÂ
âDonât worry, I wonât tell the Sheriff.âÂ
Part 2
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Lord of the Manor
Main Masterlist   Joel Miller Masterlist
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader- AU, no outbreak
Summary |Â Joel Miller is Lord of the Manor, and you are the woman who has been helping him for years in raising his two daughters. Joel, holding a matchmaking party, decides to dance with every maiden in the room, everyone but you. After seeing him do this, you are exhausted and jealous, so you leave the party early. Joel notices your absence and follows you down the dimly lit hallway, where you confess your feelings for him. It ends with him telling you he wants you in his bed.
Word Count: 4.2 K
Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut
Language, M! (Handjob)- you walk in as Joel is pleasuring himself, kissing, sexual tension, slow burn, references to customs in society with Lord of the Manor, the lady (you) is common folk, a slight sprinkle of angst throughout (but it ends with a happy ending), kiss and reference to sex.
A/N: This started as a drabble, and then this happened. It got away from me, but that's ok. Iâm thinking about continuing their story, but I can't decide. In the meantime, Enjoy!
Images by CAImages Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth. âShhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.â
You hated parties ever since you were a little girl. Women always took hours dressing, fussing over whether a proper suitor would ask them for their hand at a dance. Meanwhile, on the dance night, men would stand and ogle over women as if they were prized cattle for auction. You had convinced yourself for the longest time that attending these parties would be a mistake, especially since you were never the one chosen for a dance. Yet here you were, fussing over your hair and makeup because Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, extended you an invitation.
You werenât like all the other maidens at the party, coming from rich fathers, lords that ruled over the lands. You were a common folk woman, taken in by your fatherâs friend to be raised in a proper household after your parents died. Your foster father felt guilty just abandoning you when you were young when his best friend died of a horrible fever that swept through your village and created a lot of orphans. But that was what you were: an orphan, someone without living parents, and someone none of these men thought suitable as a wife or even for a simple dance. Â
You thought that maybe things would be different with Joel Miller, especially since recent events, but as the night went on, you started to feel your hope dwindling. Like every other dance you attended, you found yourself stuck on the side of the dance floor. No man approached you or requested a dance from you all night, especially Joel.
Joel Miller was an eligible bachelor and a man of many talents. He was older and a widower, his wife dying young while she gave birth to twins, both daughters, Ellie and Sara. Joel, raising his girls on his own, had stepped away from the duties of the Kingdom to choose an ordinary life as a farmer for a while. But two years ago, when his father became ill, he was called back to the kingdom to perform his duties as the only living heir to his fatherâs kingdom.Â
Joel wasnât like the other men here; he was older, a man in his later 30s, strong and capable. Word had it that when he took a woman to bed, he focused on her pleasure instead of his own, something that was unheard of, especially in this day and age. He treated women as equals and couldnât stand when anyone did anything less. Most days, he was seen in the courtyard with his daughters, with light and playful banter going back and forth between them. He cared, and everyone knew it. He also hasnât picked a suitable wife, which many had frowned on with him. But how can you force love?
You had gotten to know Joel over the last several years, being the woman who helped raise his daughters when duty called him back to his kingdom. You were always pleased to speak with him, and he always treated you with mutual respect and dignity, often unheard of in these parts of the world. Over the past six months, Joel teased you, joked with you, and even looked at you like only a husband would look at his wife. Â
At first, you were shocked to see Joel looking at you with stern eyes, drinking you in like you were his favorite meal. But when you accidentally walked into his bedroom, returning laundry, and found him sitting on his bed, stroking himself to obtain pleasure, you discovered that you were no longer the only one who was nervous.
âOh, I am so sorry, Lord Miller. I didnât know you were here,â you had said, shocked at the sight before you. Joel was sitting at the edge of his bed, thrusting up into his hand, trying to pleasure himself in the most personal way. His cock was thick and large, swollen with veins that ran down the underside of it. His balls were plump and hung heavy below him, desperately needing to be drained. The sexual tension was thick in the air, especially when you glanced down and found Joel throbbing in his hand, probably seconds away from relief before you walked in.
Earlier, Joel was with you in the garden, and you teased him about his love for roses even though you knew he had planted them for you. The light banter was fun back and forth, with somewhat of a charged sexual energy in the air. You had suddenly injured yourself, cutting yourself on the thorns as you pulled weeds from the ground. Joel stepped up immediately and took your hand to examine the injury. When he determined that you were alright, he kissed your hand sweetly and told you to be more careful. As Joel left, you noticed him re-adjusting himself in the front and disappearing in the Manor. That was 15 minutes ago, and now you were face to face with a man who was moments away from his pleasure release.
As you stood there, you stared at Joel as he panted, holding himself on the brink of release. You didnât know what you should do or how you should behave. It was obvious that you were the cause of some of his pent-up frustration. You wanted to put your mouth on it and feel it swell against your tongue, but such behavior was not deemed worthy by someone like you. But yet here you stood, looking at Joel panting, unable to look away.
Joel flared his nostrils, breathing deep as he twitched in his hand. It had been a long time since he had properly bedded a woman, and right now, he desperately wanted to fuck your cunt. You were the cause of this moment. You had been teasing him all morning, and then you got hurt, and he helped you. He barely could contain himself before he got in his room and ripped off his pants to start thrusting in his hand. Joel has wanted you for quite some time but has never voiced it. But now, you were standing there looking at him with wide eyes, pupils dilated slightly from your arousal. Joel knew he shouldnât, but he couldnât help the statement when he heard you apologize again for what you saw.Â
âJoel, I-â
âBaby, donât apologize, please. Now, either get over here or shut the damn door when you leave.â Joel didnât mean to snap, but he was right on the edge, borderline of it being painful. Joel had already edged himself a few times and desperately needed to come. When Joel saw you momentarily hesitate, he stood up and approached you. Feeling embarrassed, you immediately retreated and left, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as Joel touched himself again, he was coming all over his hand at the memory of you standing there looking at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. That night, you made yourself come three times on your fingers alone, just at the thought of Joelâs cock inside of you.
It had been a week since you walked in on Joel in his bedroom. At first, you tried to avoid Joel, but eventually, you couldnât, especially when he requested you to bring him his supper in his room as he worked.
âPlease forgive me, my lady, for the other day. I donât know what came over me,â Joel had said, apologizing for his behavior as he glanced at the kingdom maps on his desk in his room. Â
âItâs okay, Joel, I donât mind,â was all you could respond. How can you tell him youâve never come as hard as you did from seeing him? Within the week, everything was back to normal between you.
Another week passed before Joel announced that he would host another dance again. Joel didnât ask you to work the event this time; instead, he asked you to attend as one of his guests. You had agreed, hopeful that maybe this time heâd be the one to ask you for a dance. Â
So, like all those times before, you had spent all day getting ready. You had several lovely dresses in your wardrobe to choose from, all gifts from your foster parents.Â
While growing up, you were required to attend dances as a guest, hoping that a suitor would eventually ask you to dance one day. But as the years ticked by, more and more men stopped looking your way at these dances. The biggest reason was because everyone knew you were adopted and were not of pure royal blood. Ordinary women, or common folk, were never allowed to marry those with money. You knew Joel didnât take societal customs seriously, so you were hopeful that tonight would be the night heâd ask for your hand at a dance.
But as the night went on, it appeared your dream wouldnât come true. You watched Joel dance with every other woman except for you. To his defense, he never once walked up and asked for anyone's hand at a dance. All the women introduced to Joel were from the maidenâs brothers or fathers, hoping Joel would settle down and wed one of them. Being a true gentleman, Joel never argued with the men, and he always smiled at the women while extending his hand for just one dance. But he never danced with you or even glanced at you once tonight. You were invincible to everyone, including the man you secretly had a crush on.Â
You assumed you could just leave after seeing Joel escort another woman to the dance floor for another song. You slowly backed away, finally turning to go after a few steps. When you got to the hallway to head back to the sleeping quarters, you paused and hoped you'd find someone standing there asking you if you could have a dance. But when no one turned to look at you, you knew that tonight was a mistake. No one wants to dance with a commoner like me.
And that was what you were, a commoner, a woman men werenât interested in because you had no royal blood. It didnât matter that your foster parents were of royal blood. You were still just ordinary folk. And ordinary folk do not get to dance with the Lord of the Manor, no matter who that person is.
As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, the soft murmur of the party downstairs slowly faded away into silence as the heaviness of your heart took root within you. You were dealing with a turmoil of emotions. Your heart ached with exhaustion and jealousy of the events from this evening and how everyone else appeared to have a good time.Â
You wished you could have danced by yourself, but laws and customs forbid a woman to dance without a proper escort from a man. A woman also cannot go up to a man to ask for a dance, or else you would have asked Joel. The only people who could request a man to dance were other men extending the hand of their daughter or sister, and you didn't have anyone like that around for you anymore. You, indeed, were all alone in this world.
You were about halfway down the hallway when you stopped to lean against the cool wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The air was heavy this time of year with the scent of roses from the garden. Usually, the smell would calm you and remove any heartache you'd have. But not tonight. It felt almost suffocating tonight as it reminded you of what you couldnât have, Joel. Â
When Joel heard that roses were your favorite flower, he ordered his gardener to plant different colors and species around the entire manor. Usually, the gardens would wipe away your tears when you felt lonely, but tonight, they were the cause of your heartache and tears, and because of this, you silently wept. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnât hear his approach.Â
âAre you well, my lady?â Joel said softly, approaching you slowly in the dimly lit hallway. Your head was in your hands, and your eyes were wet from your tears. When you lifted your head to look at Joel, he took in your face and immediately felt concerned for your appearance.
"Why are you crying, my lady? Did someone hurt you?" Joel asked, his voice gentle yet firm. He wanted to know who had upset you, and if he found out that another man had placed his hands wrongly on you, Joel knew he would end that manâs life himself.
You lifted your head higher to face Joel. Your emotions won over to reason in answering him appropriately. "Do you need to ask, do you not know?" Your voice trembled, frustration spilling out before you could stop it.Â
"Iâve watched you all night, Joel. You were smiling, laughing, and entertaining every suitable maiden who batted an eyelash at you. Do I need to remind you of our customs and what a Lord must do, especially when choosing a bride?â
âI did my duty as Lord of this Manor. I danced with every woman attending tonight.â Joel spoke, confused as to why you would ask him your question.
âReally? Do you honestly enjoy treating me like this?â
Joelâs eyes widened, surprise mixed with his frustration flashing across his face. âWhat in the hell are you talking about?"
"All night, Joel. All night, Iâve been a silent spectator to your affections. Do you even care?â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I care? What the- Iâve danced with every available maiden tonight from God's know where. Iâve done my duty. Who gives you the right to criticize me for my actions when Iâve done nothing wrong, especially when I am Lord of this Manor.â
"But you did!" you interrupt, frustration boiling over. "I was standing there all night.â
âTell me, woman, to whom did I neglect my duties? Tell me. Iâve danced with every woman in that hall, every woman who is worthy of a man like me, Lord of the Manor.â Joel shouts at you, not understanding why he is entertaining this argument.Â
Joel Miller was always someone who spoke with reason and with knowing the purpose of the discussion. But right now, Joel had no idea of the purpose of your anger or frustration nor where this argument stemmed from. Somehow, this argument felt very personal, even though it shouldnât have. Joel was the Lord of the Manor, and he demanded respect. It puzzled him why he seemed to tolerate this disrespectful behavior from someone who wasnât even his wife. A woman should never raise her voice to a man. The only time she could, if she could, would be when she was talking to her children or husband, and you were neither of those.Â
âAnd what am I, Joel, huh? What am I?â
âYouâre a woman,â Joel shouted and then froze, finally realizing his mistake. He danced with every woman attending that was available, everyone but you. You werenât there tonight as a working woman. You wore a beautiful dress with your hair pinned up properly instead of down off your shoulders, and your makeup was neat and stunningly beautiful. You werenât wearing your working ensemble, meaning you were a guest at his party. A guest that he gave a formal invitation to, no less than three weeks prior.
âDo you even know how I feel about you? Do you even see me?â Your voice was trembling with the weight of your confession. "I've felt it for so long, me and you, wanting you to properly see me as the one you could be happy with, a wife. Do you even know how much I love you?"
Silence stretched between you both, lacing the air thick and heavy with it. For a moment, admitting your feelings for Joel felt freeing. But as the silence continued, your heart immediately sank. You realized that maybe Joel didnât reciprocate those feelings.Â
When you glanced up at Joel to look at his face, you noticed that he had a stone-cold look in his eyes. Joel wasnât saying anything, nostrils flaring, as he ran a hand over his face while taking a step back and exhaling. When he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head while glancing at the floor, you felt embarrassed at what you had just done. Even though Joel was friendly to you in private, constantly teasing and flirting with you, you were still the help and common folk. And that was something that no man could ever see past.
You momentarily reached for Joel to comfort him, but as you did, you saw that he had taken a step backward, away from you. Your hand froze in mid-air, and you quickly placed it at your side. As the silence continued, you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment.Â
âPlease forgive me, my Lord. I donât know what came over me tonight for speaking in such a raised voice.â
âAnd for voicing such inappropriate things to the Lord of the Manor,â Joel said, still not looking up at you.
âOf course, my Lord. Please forgive my words-â
âAnd your mouth,â Joel mumbled under his breath yet again.
âYes, of course, my Lord. Please forgive my words and my mouth for speaking out of turn. I donât know what came over me.â
Then, Joel looked at you and said in a commanding voice, âMake sure you never speak to me like that ever again. I am the Lord of the Manor, and you better remember that before you stand there in my house and accuse me of things you have no right to say. To disrespect me when Iâve never once disrespected you.â
Joel went to step towards you, anger seething in his mind, but as he did, he saw you flinch and take a step back. You were shaking, closing your eyes while saying quickly, âMy apologies, my Lord, it wonât happen again. Please, no lesson is required for me to remember this. Iâll- I wonât open my mouth again, please.â
Joel froze mid-stride. What were you talking about? Slowly, Joel touched your chin, tilting it toward his face, giving you the soft but firm command to open your eyes and look at him. When your eyes finally met his eyes, he saw your fear of being struck by a man. That was something that Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, never did. Who has hit this woman for just opening her mouth? Â
Joel has never once laid a hand on any woman who has worked for him, been related to him, or been in his bed. It truly upset Joel that you have not received the same respect in return. That someone has delivered punishment and force when dealing with you. Joel became angry at thinking someone would strike such a beautiful soul.
As Joel studied you, you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. It was one thing for him to glance at you and another to study you so intently, as you wore your emotions on your sleeve. You glanced down at the floor, submitting to the man before you. Whatever his choice of punishment was going to be, you knew better than to look him straight in the eye.
âBaby, please, look at me,â Joel whispered, gently cupping your cheek. When you finally glanced back at him, he softly smiled at you.Â
âDarlinâ, no lesson is required, and for the record, I will never hit you. I- fuck,â Joel whispered, running his thumb over your cheek gently. You were looking at him with such gentle, soft eyes. You wanted him to close the distance and to kiss you, to see you in front of him as the choice of a life and not just someone of hire.Â
"Is what you said earlier true? That you love me, baby.â Joel spoke with a soft but steady voice.Â
"Yes," you whispered, your throat feeling tight with emotion as another tear slid down your cheek.
It only took two seconds before Joelâs thumb swiped the tear away. He looked at you with such tenderness that it took your breath away. "I had no idea, baby," he murmured before his thumb brushed away another stray tear. "Iâve been a fool, and Iâm sorry."
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the tenderness he was showing you. "Joel, IâIâve always seen you, and I'm sorry."
âShhh, baby, itâs ok,â Joel whispered as he slowly leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. But you didn't pull away. Instead, you tilted your head up, your heart pounding as Joelâs lips brushed yours in a tentative, gentle kiss. It was a kiss of unspoken emotions, long-suppressed desires, and a future that suddenly seemed possible.
When Joel finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling with yours. "I love you too," Joel said softly, his voice filled with hunger and desire. It was in that moment of his confession that you relaxed. When Joelâs lips met yours again, he gave you a hungry kiss. Joel licked into your mouth, tilting your head back as he finally claimed your lips the way he did the last time he kissed his wife. Joel had made up his mind; you were the woman for him. He didn't know how it would work with societal customs, but that was not his concern tonight. Tonight, he wanted you in his bed, underneath his body, as he made love to you.
Joel's kisses were full of lust and passion, full of emotion for denying you for so long. And you met him with equal hunger back, wrestling your tongue against his, telling him what you were feeling through actions.
Joel slowly backed you up against the wall, caging you against his body as his hands slowly roamed over your curves. He moved down your neck, softly kissing and nipping your sensitive flesh, enticing moans from your mouth.
âShhh, you got to be quiet, baby. I don't want anyone else to hear you. Those moans are just for me.â Joel whispered as he slowly trailed his tongue up your throat, softly kissing and nipping your neck.Â
âPlease, my Lord. I can't; it feels too good.â You mumbled as you let out another soft moan.Â
Joel growled at your admission, his cock impossibly hard against his pants. It's been a long time since he's had this much of a reaction to a woman who was fully clothed. He needed you underneath him, in his bed right now, but he was trying to be a gentleman.
Joel gave you a few more passionate kisses with his mouth, and when you whimpered against him again, he felt his resolve crumbling.
âMy lady,â Joel whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, âyou will be the death of me and my gentleman ways if we don't stop.â
Then, Joel took a step back, placing some distance between you both for a moment to clear his head. You straightened yourself, flattening the slightly rumpled dress.Â
âMy apologies, my Lord, I-â
Joel raised his hand, silencing you from continuing. After another moment of silence, he took a long breath before continuing. âI am a man of honor, and I will not disgrace the honor of a woman in the hallway of my manor by engaging in inappropriate actions that only a man and a woman married should do. But, if I could be so bold as to say, my lady-âÂ
Joel then slowly reapproached you, gently cupping your cheek as he gave you a tender kiss to your pulse point while whispering, âI want to fuck you in my bed later if you have me.â
As Joel slowly pulled back, he gave you a smirk. He noticed your cheeks were flushed a lovely rosy shade, which was both a combination of arousal and embarrassment at his bold statement. He also wondered if your cunt was dripping wet from the combination of his kisses, language, and the sheer presence of him being around you.Â
âBut first, my lady, I would like to court you properly. I do not intend to shame your name based on mere animal instinct. But I do intend to bed you properly when the time comes if you'll have me.â
âYes, my Lord, whatever pleases you,â you whispered, trying to get your heart rate under control again.
âYou please me, my lady. Now come, let me escort you back to your bed chambers.â
Joel gave you a delicate kiss to your hand when he delivered you back to your bed chambers, telling you to dream of him. As you closed the door behind you, your heart raced in your chest; you couldn't believe the events that transpired for this evening.
Joel Miller was many things, both kind and gentle but also rough and forceful. You couldn't wait until the moment came when he'd take you in his bed properly. You also couldn't believe it, but you were falling harder for Joel Miller, Lord of the Manor, more each day.
End Story
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Longing Looks and Stolen Glances- pt 2
part 1.
This was requested a long time ago by @theboreworms and honestly, let me know if you want to see a part 3!
Summary: Your coworkers react to you getting engaged, and you're forced to explain how it happened.
WC: ~1.75k
âYou got engaged?â Your coworkers all shout at you.
âMelissa Schemmenti,â Barbara admonishes. âYou donât even tell me, your work wife, that you are romantically involved with someone, and then you walk in engaged?!â
âSurprise?â you try to smooth over. It doesnât work very well. Your coworkers continue to flounder for words at this news.
Before you can stop them, Jacob and Janine grab for your left hand to inspect the beautiful engagement ring that is now sitting on your finger. It sparkles as the sunlight hits it perfectly.
âHoly shit,â Mr. Johnson lets out as he gets a glance at the ring. âDamn, Red. You did good with that one.â
Your fiancee canât help the pride on her face.
âWell, I expect to hear all about this now,â the kindergarten teacher hits the two of you with pointed looks.
So, with a sigh, you divulge into the story of how the two of you got together. âOne of the camera men was innocently flirting with me.â Green eyes glare at the camera man in question. âAnd I guess this one got jealous, because the next thing I know, sheâs storming into my room and is kissing me.â
âThey all knew we were dancing around each other and took matters into their own hands,â the redhead rolls her eyes. âAnd the only reason I was okay with their meddlinâ is because I got the girl in the end.â
âWe started dating quietly, no one knowing except for the camera crew because they had to,â you state.
âAnd I swore them to secrecy,â Melissa sighs. âAinât nobody need to know our business until we were ready.â
âAnd then⌠it just became kind of normal, and we forgot to tell youse,â you smile apologetically.
âHow do you forget something like that?â Barbara rolls her eyes. âI assume the two of you are moving in together?â
You bite your lip. âDo you remember when I was moving about a year ago?â you ask sheepishly.
âYou moved in with Mel Mel?â the redheadâs former roommate asks, brows about as high as theyâll go.
âI did,â you smile shyly.Â
âI thought you said you was never gettinâ married again,â Ava states. âFull of shit.â
Your fiancee looks to you. âI think I said it would take a freakinâ miracle, and⌠Y/N is that miracle for me.â
âWell,â Janine bounces back and forth on her toes in excitement. âHowâd it happen? And when is the wedding? And are we all invited? Ooh, is Barb going to be in the-â
âSlow your roll, pipsqueak,â Melissa chuckles with a roll of her eyes. âOne question at a time.â
âHowâd you get engaged?â
It honestly wasnât that much different than any other day in your lives. The two of you had woken up yesterday morning and gotten ready for school as you usually would. Melissa made breakfast, and the two of you enjoyed your meal and hot beverages in a peaceful bliss before you had to head out to school. She drove the two of you in, hands resting intertwined on the center console. You sang along to the radio, and it took everything in your girlfriend to not get distracted by your absolute beauty. The school day went on as it usually does, if not filled with more chaos than usual. And when it was time for the teachers to head out for the day, you were stuck prepping for the next day as usual. Youâre the last teachers to leave. That isnât uncommon, so most teachers donât know that you come in and leave together anyway. But, even those who do know that you live relatively close to each other, so you often carpool (they donât realize that you actually live together). Dinner was lovely as always, and the wine that was paired with your meal was absolutely perfect. The two of you cleaned up, changed into more comfortable clothes to lounge around in, and then settled on the couch for some relaxation time with another glass of wine and some homemade tiramisu from the night before. Youâre watching some corny show about love that the two of you love to indulge in secretly.
âThis show gives such unrealistic expectations of love,â you sigh out as you settle a hand on her knee.
Melissa brings a spoonful of the sweet dessert to your mouth, and you smile softly. âWhat do you mean, hun?â
âThey show all the glitz and the glamour and all of that shit,â you chuckle. âBut they donât want to show the everyday realness of the dates that people go on, or the nights in. They donât show the harder moments. They only want to show the fireworks of a relationship.â
âI guess youâre right,â your girlfriend laughs as she takes her own mouthful of the tiramisu.
You kiss her softly. âLike, I get it⌠I just think they skew peopleâs perception of what love is.â
âDo you think we have a realistic love?â
You nod. âOf course I do. Weâve had our own firework moments, but some of the best moments are the everyday life moments.â
âLike?â
âLike⌠our drives to and from work, or just out to a plain and simple coffee shop where we both focus on getting papers done. Or when we cook dinner together and dance around like fools.â
âDo you miss the big firework moments?â
âLissa,â you turn to her with warm eyes. âI love everything about our relationship. You know that.â
âYouâre not going to miss the engagement, and all of the things that come with a wedding?â she asks you hesitantly.
âWhen we started dating, I told you that I donât need all that stuff,â you tell her honestly. âA life with you is complete, whether we have the rings and the piece of paper or not.â
âBut like, when you were younger, you dreamed of being married with kids,â your girlfriend says softly.
âI did,â you admit. âBut then I met you, and none of that mattered anymore.â
Before you know what sheâs doing, Melissa is off the couch and on the ground, propped on one knee. She takes your hands in her own. âMarry me.â
Your eyes go wide. This was not what you were expecting tonight. âLis, what?â
âMarry me,â she says again. âYouâre worth all of my doubts and fears. Youâre worth the harassment weâll get from the group for getting me to change my mind on it all.â
âMel, you donât have to do this,â you tell her as you try to get her to get off of her bad knee. And why she chose to kneel down on the knee that sheâs always rubbing at is beyond you. âYou donât have to do this because you think itâs what I want.â
âI want this,â she tells you finitely, continuing to kneel. Then she jumps up. âHold on.â
Your girlfriend runs up the steps and races back down before kneeling back down in front of you and opening a beautiful ring box. âDoes this prove to you that I want this? Marry me.â
You look into her eyes for any hints that sheâs feeling pressured to do this- that this isnât what she truly wants. But⌠for a brief second you think about the fact that you didnât even know she had gone ring shopping- that you havenât spoken about marriage in any certain ways since things started to get serious between the two of you.
To your girlfriend, those few moments where you donât say anything feel like a lifetime, and she almost stands from her place and tells you to forget she ever said anything. Before she can though, you capture her lips.
âYes,â you mumble against them as you pull her off her knee and onto the couch. âYes, of course Iâll marry you.â
The redhead smiles into the kiss, and when you pull away she slips the ring onto your finger with shaky hands. âReally?â
You donât even look at the ring before you place your hand on her cheek and wipe away the tear that threatens to escape from her face before nodding and kissing her again, nodding.
Only once youâve pulled away for a second time do you take a gander at the ring. Itâs stunning, and yet itâs so simple and screams you.Â
âItâs beautiful,â you whisper as you admire the sparkling rock that now sits upon your finger. âWhen did you get this?â
She takes your hand in her own and runs her thumb along your knuckles. âA couple months ago, I started thinkinâ more seriously about us. How I always said it would take a freaking miracle for me to even consider gettinâ married again, and how you happily accepted that answer despite your own desires. I got it about a month ago, and Iâve been thinkinâ about the perfect way to propose, but⌠I couldnât wait any longer.â
âThis was the perfect way to propose,â you tell her quietly. âJust us alone, in the peace and quiet of our own house. I told you, I donât need the fireworks to know that I am the happiest I could be with you.â
The entire staff is looking at you with soft, warm eyes as they swoon at the way that the two of you got engaged. Barbara, for as annoyed as she looked when the two of you revealed that you were not only together- but engaged to be married, looks thrilled for the two of you. She nudges her work wife gently.
âLook at you, getting married again,â the kindergarten teacher smiles.
Your favorite green eyes are rolled as Melissa grabs your hand softly and kisses your knuckles.
Janine and Jacob, in their trademarked fashion, begin to bombard the two of you with more questions, but your girlfriend simply puts up her hand to signal them to stop.
âAs much as you know I would love to answer all of your questions,â your now fiancee says, sarcasm dripping in her voice. âThe lady and I have to get down to our classrooms to prep for today, and hopefully start planning the first Abbott wedding.â
The group immediately starts to protest, but Melissa simply picks up her coffee cup, gestures for you to do the same, and pulls you away.
You throw them all a wink. âWeâll give you details today at lunch.â
���Babe!â Melissa groans.
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Dating Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons
Paring: Benedict Bridgerton X Reader
Summary: headcanons about courting and marrying Benedict Bridgerton -SMUT warning
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Every Bridgertonâs love story seems to have some sorta trope attached to it. Anthony and Kate have the pleasure of absolutely owning the enemies to lovers, Daphne and Simon successfully fooled the town with their fake courting, and of course the lovely friends to lovers story that evolved between Penelope and Colin.
But when it comes to Benedict and you it just depends on who you ask. Anthony who you have the pleasure to call your best friend says it's the longest slow burn in history or if you ask Kate or violet they will say with everything they believe in that you and Benedict are soul mates.
Growing up and into adulthood the two of you were practically attached to the hip
You've known the bridgertons since you were about ten. You were getting pushed around and picked on by a couple of kids that were older. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin just happened to see it and started throwing rocks at the bullies.
You've been best friends ever since, but you've always had this connection with Benedict.
You are part of the family, there's no doubt about that. Your mother died while giving birth and your father was always gone. The Bridgertons became your family and you a sepical connect with them that outsiders just don't seem to understand.
âwow, your always around them and not one of those men have corted you... Oh I get it, your the Bridgertonâs petâ - Cressida Cowper
Anthony was your first kiss. It didn't mean anything, you just wanted to know how to kiss and Anthony was close enough with you that he could do it and not catch romantic feelings. No one else knows but you guys.
Later on Benedict did find out. âSo, you kissed my wife and never givin a thought to tell me?â he wasn't angry since it was way before you and him courted. âwe were 13 and she didn't know how to kiss, I was doing her a favorâ
Into adult hood Anthony was rooting for you two the most. There was a point he was getting tired of the 'slow burn' as he calls it.
He told Anthony this. âWhat is it, truly, to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all your defences crumble, that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her. To honour her being with your deeds and words. That is what the true poet describesâ Benedict couldn't help but admire you from acrossed the ball room as the words vomited out of his mouth. Even back then he knew those words were about you.
The first time Anthony sees you cry because of Benedict he waists no time talking some since into him. The first time you and Benedict ever kissed was after you found out he quit the art academy. After the kiss Benedict was feeling so many emotions he wasn't prepared for or knew how to handle, he apologized for 'disrespecting your honor' and left. âI kissed Benedictâ you told Anthony because he was your safe space.
Anthony spit his wine out in suprise. âand I don't think it mattered one bit to himâ after Anthony heard that he went to talk to benedict. Anthony was angry at him for hurting you but at the same time he wanted to help out his little brother and best friend the best he could. âmother told me once it's unthinkable to find someone so special, someone you loveâ
âI hurt herâ Benedict said, shaking his head. Anthony sighed. âreal true love is worth it, do not lose her dammitâ
But unfortunately you two didn't become official untill the Polin era. During those few months you avoided Benedict and the family knew something was wrong when your arm would be linked to Colin's and not Benedict's during family walk or gatherings. Colin was oh, so confused when he comes back from his travels and finds out Elois isn't talking to Penelope and your not talking to Benedict.
âwhat? I can't be happy to see you? You've been go for monthsâ you told Colin as you both walked together instead of you walking with Benedict.
You found out about what he was doing all season and the three way an blew up. That's when benedict confessed everything he's ever felt for you. âI never cared for love or maybe I just didn't want it... That was until I met you. I love everything about you. Your compassion, your stubbornness, the way your eyes sparkle. You filled a part of my soul I didn't even relize was empty, you healed me when I didn't even know I needed it. And believe me when I say I loved you the moment we met, I don't care if we were just kids. I love youâ
When you got married Anthony walked you down the isle. âI intend to walk all my sisters down the isleâ
Anthony and Eloise definitely cheered the loudest at your wedding.
You rarely call him Benedict, it's always my Love, Ben, Benny. He knows he's in trouble or something is wrong when you call him Benedict.
He doesn't care that you're not as prim and proper as most women. He loves the fact you want to fence with him and his brothers or the fact you'd turn your dresses in skirts and wear his brother white shirts that were hand-me-downs.
His love language has always been physical touch even when you guys were clueless to your feelings. He always needs his arm linked with yours or his hand on your hip.
You're the most beautifulest thing he's ever seen and he wants you to know that. He has always been smitten by you.
Before you were together he was always thinking about you, rather he was having sex with another person or touching himself.
He always wants to sketch you or paint a portrait, he probably has a whole sketchbook of just you in different positions and situations, both innocent and not.
You admired the way his brow furrowed in concentration when he works on his art, he looks so handsome just standing there working.
you feel closest to him when you're modeling almost completely nude and he's painting. No matter what you're doing you always feel so comfortable around him and you both share a connection beyond words and meanings.
He loves dancing with you, the best thing for him is to take you somewhere private and just have a dance with just the two of you.
Forehead kisses. He is so much taller than you it's just easier in the moment, but it's also just a sweet innocent thing that's a staple in your relationship.
He loves receiving them too. Like if he's sitting on his stool in front of a canvas painting, he'll definitely accept a kiss on the forehead from you.
Speaking of canvases and paint, you've both definitely covered your skin in paint and had sex on a large canvas and made an abstract piece of art. And Benedict will hang it up in your bedroom or his art studio.
Fighting over macaroons all the time beacuse you both like the same ones. But if you're having a bad day or it's that time of the month he'll bring a whole box for you.
He's soft with you. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.
This man needs physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.
âDarling, I would love it if you cuddle meâ he said, giving you puppy eyes and holding his arms open. You smiled and cuddled up to his chest.
Like I said, he needs contact with you. He loves little and big acts of psycial contact. Like he loves if you stand infront of him and fix the collar of his coat or rest your hand on his thigh during dinner.
He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â you asked, blushing.
âbecause you're beautifulâ
The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.
He is your biggest supporter. Benedict is your absolute number #1 fan, everything you do amazes him. You've never had a man supporting and encouraging you every day and night.
Whatever you want to do in life he'll be there and have your back. âYou are my muse, Darling. And I am forever grateful for youâ
He'll think it's adorable if you're a book worm and will always bring home new books for you If he sees them. Sometimes the both of you will sit on the couch in comfortable silence for hours together while you read and he sketches.
Benedict is usually if not always very playful and relaxed, but he also has a protective side. If you're hurt or disrespected a fire will ignight and you will see a side of Benedict that's scary.
Like i said before, you never cared to meet society's expections when it comes to activities and clothes. Of course when you go out to balls, parties, and races you dress properly but there's always a hint of your own style that goes against the 'normal'. Stealing Benedict's top hat is great example. If your borde at the races or just want to wear it, you'll take it and put it on your head.
Benedict and Anthony also tought you how to fence, it's one of your favorite things to do with your boys.
Later in marriage you'd have four kids. Atticus, Charlotte, then boy/girl twins named Eloit and Violet.
Charlotte inherited her father's artistic abilities and Benedict has kept every scribble and every finger painting she's made.
He leaves little notes and sketches all around the house for you. You find them everywhere. In your bag, the book you're reading at the time. On top of your pillow. Stuck onto the mirror in the bathroom. He loves those little details. Loves to write you silly or romantic notes because he knows how much you love them.
Your Favorite one he ever wrote was, 'If I were to kiss you and then go to hell I would, so then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it.'
Like I said from the beginning, he believes you are his soul mate. There's just this unconditional connection between the two of you no one can explain.
If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to lay his head on your chest. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.
He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a long night of dancing.
He's soft with you. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.
If you're in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather you're the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to lay his head on your chest. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.
He can be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure you're the only one on this earth he wants to love.
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If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.
He's a boob man, Heâll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around while he squeezes your hips.
He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly canât get enough.
Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.
He didn't realize how much he actually liked it until you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. âHell... Do that again... Pleaseâ
He's very skilled with his tounge, he loves eating you out. your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.
You guys are very adventurous in the bedroom. You both have definitely gotten messy with paint before.
One time you both got covered in paint and made love on top of a giant canvas. It made an abstract art that he framed and hung it up in his art studio.
If you come into his studio to tease him it'll usually end with you on top of his desk and smear paint across your cheek as your lips move in a heated rethem.
He'll leave trails of red down your body as he does so. âThere's my little work of art, all messy and perfectâ He murmured against your lips.
Speaking of which, he refuses to refer sex as 'fucking', he thinks is degrading towrds you so it's just sex or 'making love' in his vocabulary.
He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He loves how he can easily make you blush. âyou're so Beautifulâ
âMmm, you taste so damn sweetâ He moans as he continues to pleasure you, his tongue teasing your clit. His hands move to your hips, holding onto them tightly as he devours you.
Even though he's the dominant person in bed he wants to know you have equal control too, if you don't like how rough or fast he's going he'll stop and check on you and make sure you're okay. All he cares about is your pleasure.
âYou want it harder, Darling?â He'll comply with her request, thrusting deeper and faster, causing the bed to shake with your movements. He let out a low groan as he felt your nails dig into his back.
He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.
Benedict also loves watching your face while you bounce up and down his dick. He loves the expressions you make when he thrusts up into you when you least expect it. âI can't get enough of you, Darlingâ
If your lips are wrapped around him, he's taking control. It's usually rough, but he'll never do anything to hurt you.
He'll move his hips fast, thrusting himself deeper down your throat, the way you suck him drives him insane âDarling, you're doing so goodâ
He loves how good you are at making him feel. He loves being at your mercury as he thrusts down your throat. âDarling, you're going to make me cum so hard. I want you to swallow every last drop.â
Benedict is so vocal, he'll let out deep groans and moans as he feels your tight pussy wrap around his cock when you ride him. âStay with me, y/n... Fuck me backâ
Posing naked for him while he sketches you. One time you both sat infront of a mirror, you between his legs with your thighs spread while he used the mirror to sketch you both.
He'll always bury his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting as he rides his orgasm out. He'll keep bucking his hips into yours until you're both spent. âChrist you're beautiful...â
his voice is like a siren call, pulling you into the depth of pleasure. His hands moving to your hips, holding you steady as he praises you and drowns you in pleasure.
He can't get enough of your reactions, his eyes always burning with intensity as he takes in the sight of you laying under him, bare and utterly captivating.
One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.
He has a thing about cumming on your breasts too. He'll watche in awe as his cum drips down your chest, marking you as his. He'll look at you with so much satisfaction and desire. âYou look so beautiful like thisâ
He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.
He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare. you want a warm bath? Done. You want massages? Done. You ask, he delivers. All he cares about is your comfort, he insists on cleaning up any mess that's on you or the bed. If he sees any marks or bruises he will apologize for that with a soft smile on his face.âThat's a good girl. Just relax and catch your breath, I've got you.â
You'll probably get teased the next morning beacuse Eloise or Colin heard you.
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