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ravenfenty · 2 months ago

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WINNING STREAK 18+

Pairing: Quarterback!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Warnings: ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘɪᴠ, ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ,ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏʏ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, oral ꜱ*x ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴊᴇʀꜱᴇʏ, ᴅᴏɢɢʏꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴀɴ*ʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

A/N: I think that covers everything. Oh yeah, and fluff, and a lot of horny thoughts. Inspired by a real-life event. Watched the Bengals vs. the Giants this week. I'm really proud of how the bengals went. Anyway, I hope you like it. I obviously do not own Joe Burrow and Ja'marr Chase, just written a fictionalised version, I guess. Images and gifs are not mine, and Bengals team name.

It was a nice sunny day, accompanied with a cool breeze, the start of spring had brought beautiful flowers and luscious green grass.

That could be evidently seen on the very green football field, your husband Steve was running on. It's week six of the football season. Today's Sunday game is Cincinnati Bengals versus Oakhill Stingrays.

You watched as he manoeuvred and dodged incoming defences on the opposite team.

He sprinted as fast as his body could allow him to, muscles straining and sweat building in his helmet.

He didn't care about the burn, he only cared about scoring that winning goal for his team. He’d worry about sore muscles later.

Coach Fury, crouched from the sidelines, nervousness written over his face, Joe Burrow and Ja'marr Chase were following closely behind him but they were no match for Steve.

Those of the team who weren’t playing watched along cheering your husband along. You were in the VIP section, watching along with Natasha and Mrs Fury.

You cheered as loud as you could, much quieter than your cheerleading days.

You didn’t want to strain your voice too much. Your shout of Steve’s name caught his attention for a brief second.

His stark blue eyes landed on yours. He blew you a kiss, and winked at you, mouthing “ this one's for you baby”.

You caught it and blew a kiss back to him. He grinned, he continued running, finally reaching the goal and scoring a touchdown. Just as the last quarter, sealing the fate of Brooklyn Panthers.

They’d won the game. Sam and Bucky joined Steve as they celebrated, a bunch of others ran up and carried Steve.

The sports announcer and journalists worked overtime, trying to capture Steve, for an interview.

Soon he got roped into post game interviews. You waited in the area reserved for family members and friends of players.

You had a giant bouquet of flowers that you wanted to give Steve, along with his favourite brooklyn donuts, his favourite being the cookies and cream cheesecake flavour.

They had become your favourite as of recently. You were very proud of him. So you thought they were the perfect gift for him.

He’s worked so hard the past few months, early mornings, strict diet and regimen. He also had been away from home for a couple weeks.

But he always made sure to call you and send you text messages, telling you about his activities throughout the day. Something you found adorable, you returned the calls and daily updates as well.

Since it was a home game, you’d had plans for tonight, something cute and chill. You’d go to the diner that Steve took you on, on your very first date, in the eleventh grade. Go to the beach later if you have time to and spend the night catching up on anything and everything.

You’d missed his company so much, the calls nor face times weren’t enough most days.

When you were able to, you did fly to his away games. Tonight you wanted to hug, cuddle him, everything really, and lucky last you really wanted to have sex with him.

Whether slow or rough would be determined by how Steve’s muscles were. You don't mind either, you just wanted that intimate connection.

You catch Steve coming out, duffle bag swung over his shoulders, he had a nice pair of jeans, Nike Jordan's and a fitted navy blue t-shirt that stretched over his muscles.

He fixed the chain that you'd bought for him on his birthday last month. He caught you oghling him and Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat.

You squealed as he approached, he was engulfed in big. You melted into him, loving his warmth and fresh shower smell and the mens gucci perfume he wore. He smelled divine, so manly.

He pulled back and captured your lips with his. At first the kiss was light then he deepened it, its full passion and filled with hunger. The sensation sent heat rushing to your core and you could feel your core pulse.

The emptiness was real. But you knew you had to wait a while. You loved a slow burn. Letting the pent up tension build it made for a perfect release.

One where you hoped, you'd be filled with your husband's cock, in any of your favourite positions. You pulled away to catch your breath.

You were sure you'd captured the attention of others. You sure had, you found Bucky and Natasha eyes wide. Coach Fury and Mrs Fury only smiled then quickly returned to their conversation.

“Hey honey, great game”.

“Thank you, I had the best cheerleader out there. Your cheers meant a lot of love”.

“no problem, here I bought you some sunflowers and your fave donuts.i have a few activities planned for us”.

“Thank you, sweetheart, can't wait to plant these. And devour these donuts and you later”.

Steve gave you once over eyes dilated, lust filled them. You looked away blushing. Steve had a way with words, it was a lot sometimes but you liked it.

“I'll hold you to that common lets go”.

The sun had now set, the last remaining light illuminated your living room in pink, yellow and orange. You and Steve were playing a game of twister. You took turns to see who lasted on the mat longer.

Steve was in grey sweats and a white t-shirt. You were dressed in the first football jersey the team had given him and sport shorts. They were Steve's favourites because they really accentuate the round of your ass and curves.

“Okay Steve I don't I can hold on much longer”. You dropped onto the mat because your right arm had given in. You massaged it.

“you're on a winning streak today Steve”.

“I am, I think it's time I get my reward”.

“Is that so?”.

“Uh huh”.

“I'll be happy to facilitate that”.

Excited Steve worked fast to pack away the twister mat and other board games. He bought pillows, blankets, towels, your dildo and blueberry flavoured lube. That you used when changing locations of where you had sex around the house, when comfort was needed.

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“Legs spread wider sweetheart. Hold them up for me, yeah just like that.

You did as Steve asked, you were in nothing but his football jersey, and your pussy bare for him. He kisses along your thighs, and places soft bites. He trails down landing right at your entrance.

“Such a pretty pussy”.

He works his tongue through your slit, tantalisingly slow. You jerk you to get more friction, Steve moves hands to hold you down on you abdomen.

“patience sweetheart, we just started”.

“quit teasing”.

“like you haven't been teasing me all week with photos you've sent me”.

“fair, but still. Please Stevie I need more”. You rasped, kneading your hand through his beautiful hair.

“Nope, not after all the cold showers I've had to take”. Steve shakes his head as he continues, working his tongue inside your core and through your slit.

You moan at the sensation of his warm tongue. In pushing in and out, then did you do justice by adding two thick fingers, it was a little uncomfortable but soon you welcomed the stretching.

Steve moved his long fingers in a nice rhythm, he curled his fingers inside of you and worked his thumb on your clit.

It was a little too much, you were now panting, and moaning wantonly. Embarrassed, you took a pillow and covered your face.

“Uh Uh, let me hear those pretty sounds”. Steve took the pillow and threw it far from your reach, he even threw the other ones as a precaution. The only one left is the one your head is resting on.

“it's embarrassing”.

“it's not at all, I think it's a good sign, I love your moans, it lets me know if I'm doing a good job”. Steve adds a third finger and picks up his pace.

Your legs started to shake. You can't hold your legs up for much longer, Steve realises so he holds them for you with his forearm.

The last curl of Steve fingers of your gspot pushes you to the edge. You moan out loud, Steve then manoeuvres to get more comfortable and starts sucking on your clit.

You pushed him away, it was all too much. Given you were still riding on the wave of your first orgasm of the night.

“Your turn, Stevie”. Steve quickly takes off his clothes and boxers. He cock springs free, hitting his lower abdomen and lightly coating his happy trail in his precum.

“I want to try something, I loved the video that you sent of you riding your dildo, and it gave me a few ideas”.

Steve, took a small block and pressed your 6 inch dildo down, so that it could stand on something. It was a complete replica of Steve's cock that he'd gotten made for you.

It was a fun 1 year anniversary gift.

“I want you to ride that, as you suck me off”.

“Okay”.

You were kinda excited, the double pleasure you were about to experience. Steve pulled the special chair that you guys used for sex and he sat down.

Steve added, lube for you, you lowered yourself on the dildo. Then move your attention to his dick.

You lick it from base to tip, then the reverse. Your other hand massages his balls and thighs. You opened your mouth, and took him as far as you could fit inside your mouth.

Then you bobbed your head up and down, slightly gagging on his dick a little. Steve's deep grunts and growls, encouraged you.

“Keep up the pace, just like that honey. Doing so good”. He whined, you shifted your eyes to his. You held eye contact as you sucked him off.

Steve held your braided ponytail, but he still let you control the pace. A few curls that had been gelled back when now loose. You didn't mind, because Steve loved when you were a mess for him.

"My good girl, doing such a good job. Almost there dove, almost there.". Steve pants. His voice breaks a bit towards the end. “You look so sexy bouncing on your dildo like that, keep going. I watched your video an embarrassing amount of times and I came so much each time. I imagined you swallowing it all”.

“you gonna swallow it all like a good girl?”.

“Yes Stevie”. You answered and placed your mouth back on him.

You could tell that he was about to cum soon. His hand usually held your hair tighter, slightly pulling. His cock twitches in your mouth and his breathing becomes deep and slow.

You move your head to look up at him. You loved the look on his face. He was dazed, blue eyes dialated, sweat on his face, cheeks flushed pink and mouth open.

Eventually spurts of cum fill your mouth and you swallow every single drop. With the pop of your mouth, you move to the tip of his dick over your nipples.

Steve assessed you slowly you as he also kneaded and massaged your boobs.

“take off the jersey”. You did as he asked. You handed him the jersey. “face down and ass up, hands behind your back.

Steve tied the shirt making it into a makeshift blind fold. Since you couldn't see.

Steve helped move you into position.

Then once you find a comfortable position, you put your hands behind you. You were completely relying on your other senses.

The sound of a slap to your ass fills the air. It stings, but then Steve massages it replacing the previous sensation with pleasure.

Steve then takes the lube and adds a few drops between your cheeks. It's cold on your skin, it gives you goosebumps

You feel the tip of Steve’s cock at your entrance. He pushes inside you, just the tip. He pumps inside just a little pushing further he teases like that then, finally is buried inside you to the hilt. He's much deeper in this position, Steve starts pumping his hips, at a fast pace.

“Steve, I can't take it”.

“Yes, you can, you're already doing so well”.

“Such a pretty sight”.

It's all too much, Steve pushes a thumb through your puckered hole. The sensation of being filled in both holes is all consuming.

It feels amazing.

You wantonly push your hips against Steve to meet his thrusts. Steve lets you control the pace.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Fuck yourself on my cock like that”.

Steve, fingers your puckered hole as you thrust against him. You were dizzy with pleasure. You slowed your thrusts to catch your breath and blink a few times.

“Fuckk, Stevie, you feel so good”.

“It feels so good, doesn't it? We fit so well together, don't we? Your pussy was made just for me. My cock just for you”.

“Yes Stevie, your cocks all mine”.

“All yours princess, all yours”. Steve takes off the blind fold and moves you onto your back, and ties your hands in front of you. He holds your legs and spreads them with your thighs and easily slides into your sex again.

Steve picks up the pace, he's completely in control. Slow or fasts, that's all his choice. You have no choice but to take what he gives you.

Steve's thrusts are deep but slow and he shifts his hips at a slight angle. Your eyes closed, Steve doesn't like that.

“eyes on me, keep them open and no biting your lips I wanna hear you”.

You open your eyes and find him watching your face and the bounce of your tits with each thrust. He picks up the pace and thrusts deeper.

“Look at you, you look so good like this. Pussy filled with my cock. Could stay like this forever”.

You try with, with your hands to push Steve away, to help control the pace.

“move your hands, you're going to take what I give, you're doing good so far, we're almost there”. Steve cock twitches, and can feel the familiar coil inside you.

The last stroke of Steve's pelvic bone against your clit sends you over edge. You hold onto his back tightly, his climax shortly follows yours.

“I missed you so much, my love. Let me know when you're ready for round two”.

“Stevie!”.

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beomie3 · 1 year ago

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pretty in pink - choi soobin

pairing: boyfriend!soobin x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: your boyfriend soobin treats you on national gf day <3 but what he doesn't know is that you have a small surprise for him as well; showcasing your new lacy pink lingerie set ;)

content/warnings: established relationship, fluff, smut, reader surprises soobin with lingerie, heavy kissing, riding, nudity, cursing.

a/n: i wrote this on a bit of a whim, just thinking about cute & cuddly bf soobin that treats you like the princess you are <3 enjoy! ^_^

soundtrack ♫ what would i do? - strawberry guy ♫ pink bubblegum - lavi kou

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national girlfriends day was arguably one of soobin's favorite days. in theory, it was kind of tied between today and your birthday because they both excited him to no end; getting to plan out the perfect day that you deserved more than ever, filled with little presents and treats left and right.

and with that you awoke to the scent of pancakes and maple syrup, aware of the door pushed open by his shoulder as he walked in with a wooden tray, displaying three different colorful plates and a tall glass of orange juice.

you kissed the soft skin of his bicep when he set the tray on your lap, still groggy under the warm sheets. you thanked him for the beautiful array of fruits and the most delicious-looking plate of pancakes and bacon that you just couldn't wait to dig into.

when he came back in to take your dishes, he also surprised you with the prettiest bouquet of pink roses, making you jump up onto your feet on the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck in a big hug, smothering his adorable face with kisses.

after some soft morning cuddles and unplanned wrestling matches with soobin, you readied yourself for the day, dressing in a cute pink outfit that matched with the bubblegum pink of your boyfriend's sweater.

you couldn't help but fawn over the way his blonde hair and clear-framed glasses complimented him so well, along with the soft fuzzy sweater you would probably be wearing if he didn't currently have it on.

before leaving the house, you pressed your lips to his cheek as he sneaked in a mirror picture to capture the cute moment, his large hand around your waist as he adorably smiled at the camera with a scrunched nose. what a cute couple you two were; his gigantic stature almost too tall for the mirror by the front door, which he set at the perfect height for you to check your outfit every day.

it was a sunny and special afternoon. soobin took you out without you having a single idea of where you were going, surprised to arrive at a small jeweler's shop. he let you pick out the cutest dainty necklace with a small diamond heart, one that you decided symbolized your diamond love for him. he made sure to save just enough money for this day, happy just to spend it all on you.

your fingers were interlaced with his the entire day, like always, so freaking proud to walk next to such an amazing man like him as he gazed down at you fondly, a gentle smile on his lips the entire time.

the day seemed it couldn't get any better until he treated you to a romantic dinner that outlooked the beautiful view of your town, watching the clouds together and pointing at one that looked like a bunny, telling him how much it reminded you of him.

he smiled, his eyes creasing into half moons, almost shut like always when he grins, his adorable teeth glimmering in the light. your stomach rushed with the swirl of butterflies, absolutely mesmerized with the way he shyly laughed, but how he also loosened up throughout the night and became progressively goofier.

although it was girlfriends day to him, it was nothing boyfriend day in your heart because of how much you were reminded of his love, falling even deeper for him.

after a long, fun day, you returned home to find the last of his presents; a big box of your favorite candies on the bed with a sweet note in the handwriting you so loved, a small drawing of a bunny decorating the outside of it.

what soobin didn't know was that you also had a small surprise for him; showcasing the new lacy pink lingerie set you bought, and what better time to show him than now? it was the cherry on top to such a perfect day. and he definitely deserved it after making your life so wonderful.

he lay on the bed, sprawled out across white sheets just scrolling on his phone, dropping it immediately when he saw your figure emerge from the bathroom.

"hi binnie," you gently leaned on the doorframe, a small smile on your rosy cheeks as you sucked on one of the lollipops he gifted you; sensing his gentle eyes travel everywhere imaginable.

his lips parted, simply speechless at the sight of you looking drop-dead gorgeous in the light pink, sheer lingerie that hugged your body so beautifully, biting his lip at the way your nipples were visible through the lace.

"oh wow- hi," he pretty much mumbled, eyes wide as he stared in awe, a pink tinge warming his cheeks. he burried half of his face in a pillow as he got more and more flustered the longer you stood there. "so beautiful," came out muffled from under the pillow.

you walked over to him, reaching to touch his feather-soft hair that was slightly disheveled from the sheets. your stomach twirled with the thought of your fingers intertwined in his hair; tugging at it as his name left your lips, wanting to melt at the sheer thought of his skin on yours.

he looked up from the pillow, his cheeks so flushed under his now crooked glasses that you gently pulled off to reveal his glimmering eyes, slowly tugging up into a pretty smile as he melted into your soft hand on his cheek.

he situated himself to sit up on the bed, back against the headboard as you crawled over him, taking a seat on his thighs as you straddled him.

taking the lollipop out of your mouth, you slowly lowered it to his mouth and he took it, never taking his eyes off of yours as he enjoyed the bubblegum flavor. his long fingers immediately found their way to the pink lace of your waist, thumbs soft over the thin material and paying mind to your body heat seeping past the fabric.

he searched your eyes, trailing down to your lips and then to your neck and chest, admiring the way one strap hung loosely off of your shoulder.

you slowly removed the stick from his mouth, abandoning it on the bedside table as you pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss, gliding your tongue over his bottom lip to taste your favorite strawberry chapstick he always wore; also enjoying the subtle bubblegum flavor of his tongue.

he couldn't help the deep noise that escaped his throat as you shifted around on his hips, the rock-hard tent in his sweats obvious through the thin material of your panties. he brought his hand to your hair, softly petting the strands as he settled it to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. you ground on him with a subtle pace now, inviting small moans to escape your throat as his boner felt amazing against your now throbbing clit.

"soobin...you feel so good," you whispered against the shell of his ear, making him practically melt at the praise and sound of his name in one sentence. he hummed, pressing small butterfly kisses around your neck as he settled his hands to your waist, guiding your hips to rock back and forth against himself.

he was absolutely overtaken by pleasure, not knowing how he would possibly be able to contain himself when he’s actually inside of you. he rested his head on the headboard, simply looking up at you in awe, eyelids half closed as his mouth fell slightly agape; his hot breath fanning on your chin.

you slipped your fingers past the elastic of his sweatpants, using it as his cue to slightly lift his hips up as you helped undress him; skin growing hotter the moment his sweatpants landed on the floor and he could feel your wetness squishing against his bareness; even through your underwear.

you tugged his shirt over his head, the last article of clothing before he was completely naked under you. skin hot and utterly delectable under your touch. you just wanted to kiss and lick every square inch of his body, give yourself to him completely; because you knew he always took amazing care of you, your body, and it's needs.

your make-out became so messy that you had to come up for breaths with how you practically devoured one another's lips, strings of saliva connecting the two of you with every breath.

"i need you so bad," he practically begged against your neck, licking and sucking love bites on the soft skin. and with that you lifted off of him, moving your panties to the side with the help of his two fingers, infatuated with the wetness that coated them when he lightly brushed them along your folds.

you both watched his tip slowly disappear into you as you slowly lowered down onto his throbbing hardness, wincing at the sheer stretch.

"you're taking me so well angel," he cooed, rubbing slow circles into your clit as you bit your lip at the pleasure and slight discomfort as you sunk down even more, eyes locked as he watched you in awe.

your warmth now engulfed him as you sat down entirely, your bottom flush against his thighs, his breath husky as he grunted against your neck. you were already a moaning mess before you could even begin to ride him, still adjusting to his size through a whimpering, messy makeout.

soobin always had the utmost patience with you, he never ever rushed you and always let you take it at your own pace. what mattered to him most was that you were getting the pleasure you wanted, needed, and deserved.

he kissed down to the soft material over your nipple, licking your hardened bud that prodded through the lace, your skin buzzing at the heat of his tongue seeping through to your skin. your moans echoed through the bedroom as you began to slightly pick up your pace, a subtle burn in your thighs as you kept a slow and steady up-and-down motion.

he couldn't help but fiddle with the loose strap on your shoulder as your boobs began to bounce in his face, fingers drawn to gently tug at the elastic. you reached down, helping the other strap off of your shoulder so that your top hung loosely.

he peeled the lace over your chest, watching attentively like he was opening a present as your bare tits became exposed to him in all of their beauty. although he had seen them countless times, something about seeing them through the pink lace of lingerie had his heart doing cartwheels.

he took your nipple into his mouth as you rode him, increasing your pace at the overwhelming pleasure of his warm mouth on the sensitive skin of your chest, the fullness of his cock inside of you, and his fingers perfectly circling your clit.

he knew your body so well that you felt you wanted to explode any second at the brain-melting pleasure he provided. his gentleness and sweetness outshined everything, though, always treating you like a princess and nothing less.

he almost wanted to drool at the sight of you enjoying yourself, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you bounced on him, hands on his chest to keep your balance. what got him was the sound of his name repeatedly leaving your lips, mixed with some profanities and lewd noises, telling him how good he was making you feel, how fucking perfect he is.

your praise always meant the world to him, making his face heat up as a small smile grew on his lips. "you're perfect," he whispered into the thick air, making your lips tug at each corner, uniting your lips with his.

suddenly, you reached back to grab a hold of his calves, perching up on your feet so that you could have more precision with your movements. he licked his lips through a deep moan because in this position he got the best view of himself disappearing in and out of you, watching the way you stretch over him and how your clit throbs when his tip hits your g-spot. such a lewd sight, he could almost come on the spot. but he wanted to last as long as possible for you, holding back his urge for as long as he physically could.

you gasped when he began to circle your clit quickly with his thumb, throwing your head back at the warm tingles that darted across your spine, your stomach tightening with an oncoming orgasm, just wanting to come undone.

"right there soob- i'm right there," you moaned through a clenched jaw, tears pricking your eyes as your legs began to give out with how tired they were. he helped guide your hips with one hand, circling your clit with the other.

suddenly, he began rubbing your clit up and down because he knew the slight change of motion would push you right over the edge, and it did. he sent you spiraling into what felt another dimension as you unraveled completely around his bareness, feeling him lift your hips up as he shot his warm fluid all over your stomach, accidentally getting some on your new set.

"oh no!" he gasped out of breath, a hand over his mouth; worried he may have ruined the delicate lace with the fluids he didn't think twice about releasing all over you.

you laughed, appreciating his concern, but not giving a care in the world; it was always bound to get a little messy. you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him sweetly before rubbing your nose against his.

"its okay, soobie," you reassured him with a grin, all of his worries melting away at the sight of your pearly smile, finding one of his own form on his face instinctively. you two sat there for a moment, foreheads pressed to one another's as you caught your breaths.

he suddenly wrapped his hands around your waist, picking you up and gently laying you on the soft bed, tugging your lingerie off of you. he was determined to go to the bathroom and scrub it clean, making you giggle at his silliness when he jogged over to the bathroom in a hurry. deep down he didn't want it ruined because of how perfect it looked on you, wanting to see it on you again, over and over. every night, if he could.

"i'm running a bath for my beautiful girlfriend!" his voice echoed through the bathroom which made you laugh, your chest undeniably filling with warmth at his kindness. yet you also buried your burning face in a pillow, knowing damn well you would probably fuck again the moment you entered the tub together. and then cuddle the night away, simply enjoying one another's warm skin and smiles.

your cheeks burned with how much you smiled, so, so happy to be his girlfriend. so much so that you began plotting boyfriend day, wanting to also give him the best day ever. you already planned on getting another set of lingerie because of how much he loved it. one that would make him melt even more.

“have i ever told you you look so pretty in pink?” his voice rings out from the bathroom again as he’s busy washing the pretty lace.

“not as pretty as you!” you reply, burying your head back under the pillow. you don’t know what was more pink, your flushed cheeks or the hearts that floated around you with the love you had for choi soobin.

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a/n: thank you sm for 300 followers!!! <3 i hope you enjoyed <3 ^_^ remember that you always deserve someone as caring as soob!! :) love u all!

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love-and-deepspace-fanfic · 5 months ago

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Another delulu for our fishie! And this time of course will be for his newest steamy card “Omnipotent Perception”!

This will be the lighter version with different approach (suggested by LnD contest theme) but I hope to still be able to capture Rafayel’s complexity and profound feelings.

This personally is my favorite card (I know I know I had so many favs now huhu) but definitely on par with Private Trip and Floral Promise for me.

This journey of discovering Rafayel inner feelings has been quite a treat for me and I look forward to seeing more of these in the future.

Hands up to LnD dev team! Excellent job as always ❤️❤️❤️❤️

PS: I would also appreciate if you can check out the post on X as well!

Now is the time for our delulu!

Rafayel and I were enjoying our vacation on an island miles away from where the Lemurian ruins were discovered then fate found the better of us…

The Unspoken Feelings

"Today’s forecast: Sunny and breezy, perfect for picnics and outdoor sightseeing..."

The ding of a text message with a weather alert pulled me from my slumber. As I looked around the unfamiliar room, I realized I was on an island southeast of Linkon City, about miles from the discovered Lemurian ruins. Rafayel and I had come here for a summer vacation. A big yawn reminded me of how well-rested I felt thanks to him. Last weekend was hectic, but now I can relax and enjoy my vacation with Rafayel, with whom I want to spend the rest of my remaining time.

Even though this was my third day waking up to the colorful sunlight filtering through the blue-tinted windows of my room, as if I were submerged in the sea, I still couldn't stop marveling at this place.

An island surrounded by the sea, like a lone oasis in a desert. I'd heard rumors of mermaids living here, but only those who'd seen them could confirm the truth.

Not only the island itself but also the way someone had furnished this guesthouse intrigued me. It was very nautical, or rather, very Rafayel.

In my bedroom, beside the large blue-tinted windows, small sea-themed decorations were scattered on the shelves: seashells, pearls, coral, scented candles that smelled of the ocean, an hourglass, and a pot of bright red lilies.

If someone told me this was Rafayel's house, I wouldn't hesitate to believe them.

But when I asked if he had lived here for a long time because this kind of decor is usually found in places for people with long residences, he simply said that a friend had given him the house, so maybe that friend had decorated it in his style and left it there in case he needed it in the future.

I knew this was his usual way of avoiding an answer if he wanted to hide something. And it made sense. Why would Rafayel have a house on such a remote island, except for the local residents or curious people who wanted to explore the Lemurian ruins? If that were the case, it meant he had a past he hadn't told me about. I suddenly realized I might not know him as well as I thought.

When my phone buzzed a third time, I realized I'd been spacing out for quite a while. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I could immediately guess who had been texting me all morning. It was Rafayel who kept asking if I wanted a seafood breakfast, and really, only he would suggest something like that so early in the morning. Just as I was about to touch the screen to reply, I heard the door open, and the smell of the ocean mixed with his distinct scent and food filled the room. When Rafayel saw my dazed expression, still lying in bed, he chuckled and said,

'Cutie, it seems your sleep is about to turn into a fairy tale about a sleeping beauty.'

Without waiting for me to speak, he went straight to the round table by the corner of the wall, carrying the plate of food he had in his hand. The faint smell and vapors from the food also let me know that this was something he had just prepared. Before I could say anything, he went straight to the bathroom. The sound of running water echoed, and a moment later, a wet towel was draped over his arm along with a basin of water. His fluid movements left me stunned as I could only watch. Rafayel chuckled at my naive and silly expression. He sat down beside me and lifted my face to gently wipe it.

As he traced the lines of my face, Rafayel looked at me and teased, 'Haiz, I think I'm losing money on this deal. I hired you as my bodyguard, but it turns out I do more serving you than you do for me. I wonder if I can get a refund.'

I was silent, enjoying his gentle care, until I caught the distinctive salty smell of the sea.

'It's your honor to serve me, Mr. Rafayel. Now tell me why you got up so early this morning to go to the beach. You're not usually the type to wake up early, are you?'

'Silly girl, don't underestimate me! I need to exercise too, especially when I have the chance to come back here. Watching the sunrise and then immersing myself in the sea. The feeling of sinking into the water and forgetting all my troubles is the best way to de-stress.'

Rafayel flicked my forehead. 'If you're still feeling troubled by work, you should try it. I'll do my best to accompany you.'

I hit Rafayel, and he reflexively yelled. But before he could complain, I immediately pointed out a flaw in what he had just said.

'Rafayel, didn’t you always say you wanted to watch the sea or the sunset with me? So why didn’t you invite me this time? And by the way, what do you mean by getting de-stress?'

Rafayel sighed, looked at me, and stroked my hair from my temples to my face, then gently pinched my cheek.

‘You’re overthinking it, it’s just simply because I saw you sleeping so soundly, and I didn't want to wake you up, so while I was waiting for you to wake up, I had to do it by myself and for de-stressing, maybe from…not getting enough attention from you?’

Noticing a slight irregularity in Rafayel's voice, before he could finish, I quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly, then looked straight into his bright cerulean blue eyes covered in fiery red with a determined expression and said,

"I want to do that with you from now until the end. So next time, don't forget to take me with you, no matter what happens, okay?"

Rafayel was momentarily surprised, but then he smiled softly, leaned down close to my cheek, and placed a kiss on it, watching the blush spread from my cheeks to my ears.

When satisfied with his handiwork, Rafayel replied, "Okay."

After we finished eating, it was time to carry out the plan that Rafayel had already set up, and the reason I emphasized that this plan was personally arranged by Rafayel was that he was determined to let me relax without a care in the world. It was in executing this plan that I realized Rafayel was more familiar with this place than I'd thought.

And that surprised me because he usually would proactively tell me things I needed to know, but perhaps this land, along with the buried past here, was something he didn't want me to touch. Not only that, deep in his eyes, there was a nameless sadness, like a fleeting nostalgia that quickly passed like a fish's tail gliding quickly across the palm of my hand, leaving me no time to grasp. Maybe I didn't understand Rafayel as much as I thought. I thought I understood a large part of him, but the chain of events of the past few days had revealed to me that I still had a long way to go.

I tried to learn more about what he hadn't revealed, but whenever I wanted to mention a part of that past, he would just pass it over with a calm tone as if it were just one of those trivial matters that didn't need to be mentioned - from the villages he had been to, to the streets he had walked. Everything he told me was like a third-person narration, not from the direct perspective of someone who had experienced it. I also asked if he was really happy when talking about those past times, and fortunately, because I knew he was a truthful person, instead of glossing over it, his answer through silence was proof of what I had guessed.

And that made me want to know more and more about him. So when I looked at the schedule for the last day, packed with places to go, from the harbor to the art gallery to the night market, I suddenly felt that I didn't want him to keep reminiscing about the unhappy memories anymore. I wanted to see him in a place where, although there was still a hint of nostalgia, he wouldn't feel suffocated. And that place was the guest house where we were staying.

That meant there was a possibility that today, both he and I would do nothing but look at each other. When he heard my suggestion, Rafayel was quite surprised and observed me for a moment as if trying to find something different about me, until he sighed and agreed.

"If you want, cutie..." he took my hand and gently kissed it. "I don't mind spending the whole day with you without doing anything. Luckily for us, I just found a flyer stating that there will be a seaside market near the shore around the afternoon when the fishermen have finished fishing, and they will also hold a small festival to celebrate the summer, so there will be fireworks by the shore. What do you think? That's also like doing nothing in this place, right?"

Fireworks and a seaside market? That's a great idea! I'm sure Rafayel would love it!

So I agreed immediately without hesitation.

The detailed plan for today was simplified drastically to "sit idly at home until there is a seaside market and fireworks in the late afternoon."

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The sounds of fishermen and vendors mingled with the excited chatter of shoppers, signaling to Rafayel and me that it was time for the seaside market. Conveniently, the market was located right next to the guesthouse Rafayel had arranged.

Hand in hand, we wandered towards the tents set up for the festival. It was quite different from what I had expected. Instead of just selling seafood, there was a wide variety of other items characteristic of the region. From seashells to thatched hut decorations, necklaces and bracelets made of pearls and stones, created mysterious sea colors. To emphasize the summer atmosphere, a multitude of Hawaiian-style shirts were sold everywhere in the stalls. Before I could tear my eyes away from all the goods, Rafayel had placed a straw hat on my head, having bought it from a nearby stall without me noticing.

“You’ll need this when walking by the sea in the afternoon, or you’ll end up like a dried fish,” he said with a smile. Seeing him wearing a similar hat, I couldn’t resist taking a photo of this memorable moment.

“Then I have to save a picture of you before you turn into dried fish too!” I teased. Rafayel grabbed my phone. “If we share the fun, we have to share the misfortune!”

Our laughter somewhat eased my mind as I thought about the part of Rafayel I didn't know. I told myself perhaps now wasn’t the right time to delve deeper.

But fate had other plans.

As we took photos, a heated argument erupted at a nearby stall. A customer, with a fierce expression, was holding a pearl and was berating the young boy behind the counter. “A trivial pearl like this, and you dare to say it’s priceless and charge a sky-high price? Do you know the price of pearls is going down? If you don’t sell it cheap, no one will buy it!”

The boy, almost tearful, replied, “No...this pearl is truly priceless...very precious...I can't sell it to you like that…”

Just as the customer was about to get physical, Rafayel intervened, grabbing the customer's hand and examining the pearl.

“Hmm, a very fine, aged pearl. Truly priceless, not something you can buy with money. Unlike someone who didn’t even know its true worth and still dared to make himself a bargain.”

Rafayel glanced at the customer and with a force only the man could feel, he snatched the pearl, wiped it with his sleeve, and handed it back to the boy.

“You're right. This pearl is priceless, and priceless things shouldn't be sold carelessly.”

The boy stammered, “But...I need money to…”

“Alright,” Rafayel interrupted, “if you want to sell, I can buy it and give it back to you, and of course, I won’t do it for free. So the condition for returning it is that you let me meet the owner of this shop, is that okay?”

The boy looked from Rafayel to me and then to the angry customer. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and said he would tell the owner.

When the owner met Rafayel, I felt indescribable, as if they were old acquaintances who hadn't seen each other in a very long time. As they went into the hut behind to talk, I grabbed the boy and asked about the stall owner.

The boy called the owner “Grandpa”. Grandpa was the one who had taken care of him as he once lived in an orphanage. The boy also said that “Grandpa” was very knowledgeable about the island, everything from tides to weather. He loved “Grandpa” very much, but “Grandpa’s” health had been declining lately as if he was sick even though Grandpa always told him there was nothing to worry about. With his small mind, he only knew that if “Grandpa” was ill, he would have to see a doctor, which would require a lot of money. But “Grandpa” rarely asked for help, especially from people wearing white coats, and Grandpa also forbade him from selling anything except for what Grandpa caught or made, and the money earned from those small items was very little. So while Grandpa was resting behind the stall, he had tried to sell the gift the man had given him: a pearl as bright as the moonlight shining on the sky when the tides ebb and flow. That's how we were able to encounter the scene today.

After putting everything together, I had a feeling of who the stall owner was. There may be some things I need to ask to clarify.

As I finished my conversation with the boy, Rafayel and the stall owner emerged. Before I could speak, Rafayel took my hand and said,

"Let's go, there are still many other stalls waiting."

He turned to the stall owner and said in a serious tone, "As the old saying goes, if you need anything, we're still here."

The stall owner laughed as if this was something he often heard. "I know, I know. If you keep saying that, you'll become an old man. But let me have a few words with this young lady."

Rafayel looked at me as if asking for permission, and I nodded without hesitation.

As I approached, the stall owner looked at me for a long time and sighed, "That boy, although he talks a lot and has quite a sharp tongue, still withholds a gentle nature. So would you mind taking care of him?"

"Don't worry, that's my plan!" I proudly replied. Seeing my sparkling eyes, the old man sighed as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. He looked directly at Rafayel and me and suddenly bowed, surprising me a little.

But before I could stop him, he looked at us and said, "Well, I wish you both a happy outing. Be careful because..." He whispered, "It will rain tonight, so you'll have to find something else to do."

To my surprise, the old man and the boy waved goodbye as Rafayel held my hand and led me away from the stall, leaving behind a multitude of unanswered questions.

The sun was setting, turning the sky a deep red. The stalls were winding down as people eagerly awaited the evening's fireworks. Yet, between Rafayel and me, there seemed to be an invisible divide.

Since our encounter with the mysterious stall owner, who seemed to be an old acquaintance of Rafayel's, his mood had been down, despite his attempts to hide it by avoiding more profound questions.

He could explain the stall owner's background but seemed reluctant to discuss the man's current condition or why he was on the island in the first place.

There were too many intertwined secrets, and I had an intuition that these secrets held the key to understanding Rafayel's true self, a facet of him I had yet to discover.

This led me to bolder speculations. Perhaps this was the true emotion he had always held, and I had only realized it now because he had hidden it so well. While I acknowledged that his genuine, happy smiles were always associated with the moments he spent with me, it was only when he mentioned his "past," the time before we met, when he was still in Lemuria, that he seemed distant. And it was largely due to my inattentiveness; I hadn't truly focused on learning more about him.

Determined, I decided it was time for Rafayel and me to break through this invisible veil. I wanted to understand him better, including the things that might have hurt him in the past and the scars he tried to hide from me.

I wanted to know everything, to understand him better, only because I loved him as much as he had, was, and would love me.

Taking a deep breath, I took Rafayel's hand, who was still busy introducing the stalls in front of us. A determined look in my eyes conveyed my steadfastness, catching him off guard for a moment. But finally, he sighed in defeat. He squeezed my hand and stroked my palm gently as he said.,

"There's an open space on the other side of the dunes. Would you like to sit and watch the sunset while we wait for the fireworks?"

I nodded gently. The four footprints treaded side by side towards the base of a tree on the other side of the dunes.

The gentle breeze carried the salty scent of the blue sea mixed with the sand, creating a slightly itchy damp feeling, like rolling in the sand while still wet. It was uncomfortable and stuffy. Perhaps that was also the feeling the Lemurians had to face and adapt to when they first hesitantly set foot on the shore.

We both remained silent, watching the sun gradually set on the horizon until I decided to break it.

"Rafayel, you don't have to tell me more details. But at least you can share the basics about you. After all, those basics will help me understand you and your origins better."

Rafayel rested his head on his hand and looked at me intently. "What do you mean by basics?"

I took a deep breath and looked straight at him. "By basics, I mean things revolving around your daily life or at least how you feel. For example, how did you, as a merman, feel when you first stepped onto land? Did your feet, accustomed to swimming, hurt when you first learned to walk? Or did you feel lonely in a strange place? You may not need to tell me what happened, but at least how you felt when experiencing those."

Rafayel's eyes seemed covered in darkness immediately after hearing my questions. He lowered his head and let out a bitter chuckle before looking back at the sky, which was gradually darkening as the sun had set.

"So if I say it hurts, or I'm lonely, what will you do? I'm not naive. Who's to say that those past experiences and feelings weren't all fabricated by me to trap you?"

"Rafayel!"

I took his chin and pulled him to face me. "Look into my eyes."

Rafayel, startled, slowly turned his gaze from the dark sky to meet mine. "...Why? Why do you insist on knowing this? Isn't it easier to not know?"

Just as I was about to reply, a loud clap of thunder echoed through the sky, followed by heavy rain. Oh...just like the old man said...it's raining...

Before I could react, Rafayel quickly wrapped his arms around me, trying to shield me from the pouring rain. But the rain was coming down so hard that everyone had to seek shelter in the stalls being cleaned up, except for me, who was still in Rafayel's arms and protected by him.

But I didn't want to be protected like this...I wanted to face it with him.

My impulsiveness caused me to act faster than I thought. Amid the heavy rain, I grabbed Rafayel's hand and ran straight towards the guesthouse.

The sound of the rain pattering on the ground seemed to separate Rafayel and me from the outside world. This separation became even clearer when we finally reached the door and got inside. It was just him and me in our own space.

The heavy breaths mingled with the raindrops gradually falling to the ground made the atmosphere around us change invisibly.

When my sudden sneeze broke the silence, Rafayel quickly grabbed my hand and led me towards the bathroom. The sound of running water carried the warmth that gradually emanated from the bathtub. While Rafayel was still focused on preparing the bath, I continued to look at him and said what I hadn't been able to say in the downpour earlier.

"I want to know, Rafayel. Because I love you and want to understand you better, including the aspects you consider ugly and not worth mentioning."

After a long silence, Rafayel sighed. He approached me, touched my cheek, and said with a gentle voice.

"Alright, I can start by writing a book or telling you 1001 stories of the Lemurian people. Now go to the bathtub and rest, I'll wait for you.”

As Rafayel was about to leave after ensuring I was settled in the tub, my hand quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. My sudden action caused Rafayel to pause, and before he could pry my hand away, he lost his balance and fell into the bathtub.

Silence enveloped us until Rafayel took a deep breath and chuckled as if he had no choice.

Rafayel leaned against the side of the tub opposite me. The hem of his bathrobe was askew, almost like an invitation.

"So you want me to stay here? In this state? Just to find the answer to what you've always wondered?"

I looked at him and reached out to where his heart was beating. "Yes, I want to know more about you."

Rafayel took my hand and rubbed it gently on his cheek. "So what do you want to know?"

"You don't have to be specific, but you could start with...how your Lemurian people express affection?" I firmly acclaimed.

"You really want to know?" Rafayel moved his hand from my wrist to my fingers and gently placed a kiss on it, slowly saying, "When Lemurians fall in love with someone…All our senses are committed to perceiving them without questions."

Before he could finish, I moved my finger to touch his lips and stroked them. "You mean...like this?"

Rafayel chuckled. "Your way of triggering my “sense” has only touched the surface."

I chuckled too. Because, of course, this touch didn't stop there. To prove my point, my hand gradually traced along his neck and went down to where I had touched earlier.

Rafayel's body stiffened with each movement of my finger, signaling that he was also becoming tense. "You...are all humans so foolish...this isn't just about touching..."

Before he could finish, my finger went even deeper to places I wouldn't usually wander. And by now, even Rafayel couldn't stay calm. His eyes darkened, only faintly lighting up when lightning flashed across the dark sky, illuminating the entire space for a moment, revealing shades of deep blue and fiery red. Before I could react, he pushed me onto my back while holding himself above me with his arms. My whole body was submerged in water, enveloped by his strong body.

Rafayel looked straight at me with a frown.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

With his words, the thunder roared continuously, signaling something big was about to happen. I knew what it was, and I was the one who was looking forward to it. "I know. And I know you're looking forward to it, too."

Rafayel looked at me intently with eyes I'd never seen before. It was as if I were prey being watched by a predator, and in the blink of an eye, I could be attacked without a chance to fight back.

Our heartbeat gradually filled the silent air, drowning out the thunder outside. Even I couldn't tell whose heartbeat was so strong, mine or the person I loved who was facing me. But no matter who it belonged to, I knew the hidden intention.

Rafayel finally spoke after his hand gently stroked my lips. "I'm looking forward to it because it's from you."

His entire body leaned down as he pressed his lips against mine. A warm sensation appeared between our lips. From the familiar, it gradually turned strange. This kiss...was different...so intense...so passionate...and so unfamiliar... Could this also be another part of him?

Our heavy breathing continued after the passionate kiss he had given. It was frantic, as if devouring. There was no more thinking or reason. Only passion and intensity. My warmth caused him, a merman, to exclaim, "And you’re warm, I like that."

Somehow, those words touched my heart. They recalled many legends I had once heard, and one vaguely mentioned how mermen didn't like the heat and how difficult it was for them to adapt to the warmth. But for him to say that he loved my warmth, how much had he had to endure to adapt to that extent?

When Rafayel looked at me intently after the passionate kiss ended, I couldn't help but reach out, hold his face within my two palms, and gently caress it, which was unfamiliar and slightly different from usual. I uttered the words that I thought from the bottom of my heart.

"Rafayel...this different side of you...is it still you?"

Immediately after hearing that question, his eyes sadly looked down for a moment, but as if reassuring himself, after a moment, he looked up at me and said, his voice mixed with a little self-doubt and a touch of pleading, "So will you still love me no matter what I become?"

I suddenly realized. It turned out that he was worried about me no longer loving him after discovering his past?

Silly Rafayel, how can I tell him that my love for him can no longer be taken back?

Ignoring all reason, my body acted on the most primal instinct. I grabbed the necklace around his neck and pulled him down hard, leaving a bite mark on it. I bit down fiercely as if to leave a strong and unfaded mark, a mark to say that he belonged to me no matter what might happen.

And to his surprise, I reached out and touched the bite mark, uttering the crazy words I had hidden deep in my heart and now had the opportunity to express. "Rafayel, just to let you know, when you’re madly in love, human often have the urge to mark their territory. And this mark of yours is no different."

His eyes were filled with a thousand emotions, and one of them I could see was relief. It seemed that he, too, understood my feelings for him as much as he had always had for me.

So Rafayel, please don’t be hesitant to open yourself up to me as well.

As if reading my mind, Rafayel pressed his body against mine again and whispered a word only he could understand the depth of. "If you say so, then join me. Let’s drown in the ocean. Together."

Despite the pouring rain and the constant thunder in the sky, in that room, only two minds were sinking together into the current of the waves of love.

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On that unforgettable night, as I drifted off to sleep, I heard Rafayel's faint voice telling me the first story he had promised in the collection of 1001 Lemurian stories. As mentioned in his first story, I vaguely recalled the image of the Sea God in the dream I had afterward.

Like in a film, I saw the image of that sea god swimming from under the sea to the shore. Then, from the shore, he wandered aimlessly in the endless night. I desperately wanted to reach out but couldn't get close. And that scene repeated over and over until I finally took on a definite form, the form of a traveler standing on the shore after my countless silent prayers just to get closer to that sea god. But instead of the Sea God, in front of my traveler form was the image of a merman whose eyes I was familiar with. And even before the merman raised his singing voice, I rushed forward and grabbed his hand, his cold, lonely hand, and hugged him tightly and gave him the warmth only I could give. And in return, I received from him a warmth that comforted my soul despite all the chaotic melodies in the outside world.

A breeze blew past me, carrying the salty scent of the sea, gradually waking me up from the bittersweet dream I was encountering. Facing me was the sunrise on the horizon hidden behind the seashore. And I was wrapped in warm blankets and cuddled deep in Rafayel's warmth.

Rafayel….he always remembered…no matter what I said despite how nonsensical they were sometimes.

Thank you, Rafayel, for always keeping your promise to me.

So this time, let me also make an unbreakable promise.

Lying quietly in Rafayel's arms and watching the sunrise, I made a silent wish.

I hope that you and I will always be together.

Forever. Despite all obstacles.

All for love.

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blingblong55 · 2 years ago

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First love late spring- Ghost

This was written based on a request! So I hope you enjoy it :)

platonic or romantic relationship? ..I'll let ya decide on that.

F!reader (if you feel more comfortable with he or they pronouns please discard female mentions! I want you to feel as comfortable as anyone reading this! (I used as little as possible!!!))

You are the sunshine to the once cold-hearted lieutenant. Your voice as sweet as a spring melody. But lately this all has change, you started to shut your self down. Especially around him. To him you had consumed his body and soul. Your kind and warm heart, scrubbed his clean, leaving only Simon to be the victim of your jokes, laughter, and the open mind you had. Always accepting of every thing and any one. A bright soul, the soft ocean breeze, an angel living under starry nights, sunrise and sunsets, that is what you had become to this healing man.

Days ago, out of pure stress he had told you, your way of being annoyed him. He never meant it, but he hated when he heard your laughter from his office. "Just shut up r/n!" he told you, and your eyes watered. "But S-" you tried to talk but he shut you off. "its lieutenant to you and I mean it, it's getting on my nerves" he left you with his harsh words bruising you.

"oh.",you sadly let out.

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"c'mon love what's wrong?" his voice softened, his eyes looking for some kind of explanation, but you gave him nothing

"it's nothing lieutenant" your soft voice barely reaching him.

He had no clue what he had done, but it was clear you would shut down once he was near you.

Yesterday had become the second day you hadn't spoke to him. He missed you, on your favorite seat that he assigned as yours in his office. He heard soap and you laughing at something Gaz has said. Back then he thought you had just forgotten to go to his office, maybe because you had spent all day with the other men. But as soon as he walked in, your smile disappeared. He noticed how your body went stiff.

"lass, what's wrong?" soap asked once he noticed how your moods shifted. "Nothing" you replied

Later that day during training, he noticed how instead of working with him, like you always did, you chose Soap instead. He was forced to work with Roach. Soap would cracked jokes, that made you smile. And not once did you stare in his way.

Today was no different. You ate lunch with the team and once he arrived you somehow would finish your meal and leave. He tried to isolate you but it never worked.

That was until he spotted you alone. Perfect opportunity to catch up with you.

You were humming to a song on your earbuds. A smile plastered on your face. He knew that melody, you had been gushing to him about it non stop. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Y'know that rookie looks like butters from South Park" he attempted to make you smile. "yep" was all he got. He tugged at your arm, but you moved past him.

"Whatever I did, m'sorry. Just please talk to me" His pleaded, his voice filled with regret, brows furrowed. He walked with caution to his darling.

"if you want to tell me how much of a son of'a bitch I am go ahead, punch me, or just yell at me, but please do something" his hand now making way towards your side.

You stayed silent.

You fell so stupid, how can a friend, and a team mate make you feel so....little? His cold heart was easy to tame, but yours was easier to capture. But you weren't at blame, he simply told you how he had felt that day.

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Simon was a wildflower bouquet, a simple guitar strum on sunny spring evenings, but Ghost was a black cat, black coffee. and black smoke to once pink lungs.

All you wanted to do was tell jokes and stories, but it was clear to you he disliked it. All of you, anything you ever displayed to him. He disliked it. (according to you of course)

He had no idea how much you wanted to give him surprise hugs, throw paper planes at him while he filed papers, sing until his ear bled, but most\t importantly how much you longed for your Simon.

You wanted to show him pictures of your dogs and animals and share stories of your farm back home. He had no idea that he was the spark and you the match. You never figured you'd be here; standing as if the light at the end of the tunnel felt further from you.

When you first arrived at base, you were shy and very quiet.

Ghost encouraged r/n to get out of that quiet shell she sat in. "Anytime you feel little in this base or anywhere, I'll be there. Doin' something so others don't notice how nervous you get" His kind words lived with her anytime she had to speak up.

On days you trained rookies, he'd be outside. And from a window you'd see him give you a thumbs up. On a few occasions he'd mispronounce words so other would laugh at him.

So how could you not shut down, when the only man to ever encourage that loud, happy, and joyous soul of yours to dance in every shadow all of the sudden make you feel insignificant?

A/N: I'm not sure if ya liked this but I hope you enjoyed this somewhat ok writing. take care

Tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

Request are open!

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theroseceleste · 8 months ago

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Mafia Miguel - Part 4

The fourth instalment to Mafia Miguel.

You can find chapters before this one below.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

18+ content. Minors DNI!

Contains : Female reader, mention of anxiety, brief mention of violence, smut - oral, fingering and penetrative sex.

Word count - 7609

Hope you enjoy chapter 4!

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“I- I’m sorry Mr. O’Hara…” a tall slender man in a work suit stuttered nervously leaning as far back in his chair as he possibly could.

“I’ll stress the fact that only you or Mr. Parker can pick up your daughter from now on to our receptionists. A grievous error on the training front that we’ll be sure to remedy as of today.” Mr Whitaker, Gabriella’s principal quivers in his chair staring up at a furious Mr. O’Hara leaning against his desk glaring down at him; his nostrils flaring as he breathes deeply.

“I have half a mind to request that the offending receptionist is fired!” he growls angrily, however he closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath and removes his weight off of the principal's desk.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries to calm himself down. Remembering he’s not dealing with anyone in the mafia, he tries to contain his frustration and bad temper.

“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

The principal gulps, feeling like he’s just dodged a bullet. His pale face nods in response.

“Y-yes Mr. O’Hara, of course.”

The serious man stalks out of the principal’s office, it appears he is finished with the conversation. Mr. Whitaker breathes a deep sigh of relief the moment he sees the back of Gabriella’s father. Taking his handkerchief, he mops his sweating brow and relaxes in his chair.

Yet another perfect, sunny day blankets the city of Nueva York. The mafia man dons his sunglasses as he leaves his daughter’s school and heads back to his limo that is parked outside the front.

The events of the day before scares Miguel, even now. He always thought he was careful about leaving potential traceable crumbs, leading back to him or his family. Sending that threat to Kingpin perhaps was a rather boastful move and not quite as well thought out. The excitement of scaring and capturing the man responsible for his wife’s death may have got the better of him. He must tread carefully from now on, especially when it seems Kingpin is willing to retaliate on someone as innocent as his daughter. If he ever finds the spy who has been gathering information on him, he’ll make them pay - dearly.

Sliding into his car, Miguel is greeted by the pleasant air conditioning, cooling him down from the rising heat outside.

Knowing that he’s near your home, he makes a request to stop by to deliver something to you. He doesn’t call ahead or text. If you’re in, he’d like it to be a surprise. His gaze rests on the cute box of cupcakes Gabriella made for you with her babysitter the night before while he was on a date with you.

That date… asides from knowing his daughter was safe at home, the evening he shared with you was one of the other good things that came out of that day.

Standing outside your door, the mafia man shakes his head at himself. If his father was alive, he’d despair at the thought of his now powerful son, the head of a mafia gang, waiting to deliver cupcakes to a girl he had only met the day before. Miguel is the first man in a long line of sons to have a daughter. He believes his wife and Gabriella were responsible for warming his once frozen heart.

After waiting for several moments, he assumes you’re out working as there is no answer at your door. Feeling slightly disappointed that he doesn’t get to see you, he gently places the box on the floor, making sure to leave Gabriella’s note out on display.

***

Huffing and puffing, you clamber up your apartment building’s staircase carrying a couple of bags of groceries. A sweet little box sits at the foot of your door, catching your eye the moment you reach your floor. Picking up the note, you giggle when you read who it’s from.

“Hey (Y/N)!

I made these while papa took you out on your date last night. He says you had a good time and I’m very happy that you did!

Thank you for being my hero. I hope I get to see you soon. Maybe we can bake cupcakes together?

Enjoy!

Gabi xx”

Opening the box just a little, you’re greeted with the sweetest of smells. Chocolate cupcakes baked just the night before sat in the box, looking extremely enticing to say the least. Closing the lid again, you gently place the box in one of your shopping bags before getting a key out to unlock your door, except you find it’s already open.

Anxiousness sets in as you explicitly remember locking the door when you left. Pushing the handle down, you slowly open it with caution.

On your couch where you made out and did other very intimate things with Miguel the night before, sat a different mafia boss. Kingpin…

“Hello (Y/N). I hope you don’t mind me dropping by,” he begins with a sly smile.

Eyeing him suspiciously you step further into your apartment and put your bags down.

“I made sure to leave that beautiful little box outside for you to discover. It’s certainly better than the box I had sent to me by that little girl’s father…”

Thoughts run wild in your mind as to what Miguel had sent to Kingpin. A harsh reminder that he is not all love hearts and flowers…

“What do you want, Mr. Fisk?” you ask quietly and as respectfully as possible, however his presence in your apartment is making you feel uncomfortable - especially after he has somehow managed to pick your lock.

“So, you and him are dating huh? How useful,” your boss comments as he runs his stubby fingers over his chin pensively.

He’s thinking, scheming, planning his next move in this realistic game of chess he’s playing with Miguel. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Nausea sets in as your fears are being confirmed.

“About that…” you begin nervously as you fiddle with your fingers. “I don’t mind most jobs I do for you, Mr. Fisk. But if it involves innocent children, I don’t want to-"

“I’m afraid it’s out of your hands to decide what is and what is not appropriate for your involvement (Y/N). Besides, why would I ask anyone else to get to know him, when you’re practically in his lap?”

Just when you thought your heart couldn’t drop any lower, it did. Was the word ‘lap’ a deliberate choice? You make a mental note to search for hidden cameras in your apartment. Just the thought of him watching you grinding on Miguel makes you feel sick.

Sighing heavily, you relent. You have no choice. “All I ask is don’t hurt the girl. It’s not her fault her father is who he is.”

Fisk nods, giving you some form of relief at least. “Very well, you have my word. Little Miss O’Hara won’t get hurt. But this means you must do as I ask of you. Securing her safety comes at a price.”

He stands as he continues to talk. “Get to know him, romance him, get him to trust you, and report every little detail to me, no matter how insignificant you think it might be. I want to know why that man is after me and why he wants me dead.”

Tears prick at your eyes, you look away from Kingpin’s intense stare. “I don’t like lying to him…” you murmur softly.

Warm but slightly clammy hands cup you under your chin, pulling your head to face him again. “But (Y/N), you’re now the sole reason why Mr. O’Hara’s daughter is safe from my clutches. He should be thanking you.”

Finally, he lets go of you but continues to talk.

“I know it’s not easy what I’m asking you to do. But you’re good at your job and you’re in the best position to do it,” he pauses for a moment, “just don’t get too attached…”

A painful dread fills your stomach and you’re pretty sure you’re going to throw up with severe anxiety.

Fisk heads for the front door.

“I’ll expect daily check-ins from you, so get a move on. Maybe arrange that baking session with the girl?” He offers an idea for your next plan of action before leaving your apartment and closing the door behind him.

You’re in utter shock, frozen in fear and sick with worry. The urge to cry is overwhelming. Last night you let your guard down and allowed yourself to get close to Miguel and now you’re running the risk of hurting both him and his daughter. Fisk’s grip on you is too strong. You know he’ll be unwilling to let you leave as you know too much and he has a use for you.

Knowing that your boss will be expecting a daily update, you slide your phone out of your pocket to get to work on your assignment. Your shaking hands makes texting all the more difficult.

“Hey Miguel. Found the box of cupcakes. Tell Gabi I say thank you and I look forward to having a taste.” You pause as a wave of nausea washes over you. Of course the cupcakes are now going to be bittersweet after the conversation you have just had with your boss. “I’d love to bake with her sometime. Just say when and where and I’ll be there! xx”

You hit send and slip the phone back in your pocket, then you start to put your groceries away to try and distract yourself.

***

Bloodied rubber gloves snap as Miguel pulls them off of his hands. He discards them in a bin reserved for items to be incinerated. Observing his knuckles, he notices they’re now sporting bright red and purple bruises. Despite the pain and the unattractive look about them, he smiles. Exiting the restroom in the Web, he greets Lyla who’s been waiting for him outside.

“Did you enjoy your gift?” she asks with a cheeky smile.

The sound of a cell phone buzzing vibrates from the mafia boss's back trouser pocket.

“I did - be sure to thank Hobie for fetching him for me. Peter’s dying to have his turn with the bastard tomorrow.”

Reaching into his back pocket and taking his phone, he reads the text he’s just received. An even brighter smile crosses his face as he sees it’s from you. He reads your message and begins to reply.

“Perfect! How about this coming Saturday? M.” He texts back, hoping the bruises on his knuckles will have vanished by then.

Lyla watches with intrigue, noticing his smile and a gleam in his eyes.

“Who is she?”

Miguel’s eyes snap up to Lyla suddenly after her intrusive question.

“No one…”

“C’mon boss, you never look at your phone and smile,” she pauses, “unless you have wind or something...”

“Shut up.”

He shoots Lyla a ‘ha, you’re so funny’ glare.

“Actually - you have been a little more chipper lately boss; you’re ‘getting some’ aren’t you?” Lyla grins with glee as she riles Miguel up.

“Another word on the subject, Lyla, and you’re losing your bonus for finding Fisk’s name.”

His PA grimaces in a cartoonish fashion and then sniggers.

“Alright! Alright! Sensitive much…” Lyla retorts. “What do you want to do about your latest addition to the Alchemax / ‘Kingpin’s goons’ collection?”

“Get Hobie to drag the kidnapping scum back into his cell. He’s unconscious so he won’t be kicking and screaming this time…”

***

Late Saturday morning, you nervously climb into the back of Miguel’s limo. He’s in his penthouse waiting with his daughter for you to arrive. You should be feeling excited, but instead you feel sick with nerves. Damn Fisk. Damn this whole thing. You’ve been single for ages now and the one time you find someone who you actually like, you have to freaking spy on him and betray his trust.

The only bit of information you have provided - reluctantly - to Kingpin so far is the fact that Miguel had a wife who died a few years ago.

You watch as the buildings go by while the limo drives through the city. Scanning each high-rise building, you wonder which one he lives in. What a wonderful view to wake up to every morning. Looking out over the city, like a King surveying his land.

A sensation of fluttering butterflies and wriggling worms combined stirred in your stomach. “Get to know him, romance him, get him to trust you.” Fisk’s words circled around your mind in a taunting fashion, driving you mad. You have even made an effort today. You painted your nails, put on a pretty pink dress, put makeup on and sprayed your favourite perfume, although annoyingly, you’ll now associate treachery and lies with the sweet, floral smell resting on your skin.

The limo finally pulls up outside a grand white towering building. A renewed sense of nervousness washes over you, disturbing those butterflies and worms in your stomach once again.

Climbing out of the limo, you look up at the building, tilting your head right back to see the top. Before entering the wide double doors on the ground floor, you reluctantly and indignantly take note of the address to offer as a nugget of information to Kingpin. An ache in your heart causes you to wince as you store your phone back in your bag. You haven’t seen him yet and you’re already gathering intel against him. Dread fills you once again the moment you think about what he’d do to you if he ever found out.

Stepping into the lift, you press the button for the penthouse as you take several deep breaths to calm your fraught nerves.

***

“Papa! She’s here!” you hear a muffled but excited young girl’s voice through the penthouse’s door as you wait for them to answer.

“Si mija, yo se,” (yes darling, I know) you hear her father respond in Spanish.

The door clicks as it unlocks and opens. You're greeted by an excited young girl and a smiling father whose eyes wander over your sweet appearance.

Gabi steps forward and takes your hand, pulling you in rather abruptly. You couldn’t help but giggle at her impatience to get things started.

“(Y/N)! I’ve got all the ingredients out ready for us to begin, come on, the kitchen’s this way!”

Miguel’s eyes catch yours as he mouths the word ‘sorry’, watching you be whisked past him. Closing the door, he then turns to see the back of you, your dress swishing with every step as you continue to make your way to their grand penthouse kitchen. Gabriella has been talking nonstop about you all morning. She’s been itching to spend some girly time with someone who’s willing. Miguel only hopes you enjoy the baking date with her.

“What flavour frosting shall we use? Chocolate? Lemon? Or strawberry?” The girl's eyes are wild with excitement, she’s practically skipping as she pulls you to the countertop with the ingredients laid out neatly.

“Why not all three flavours?” you offer as a suggestion as you crouch down to get closer to her height.

“Yes!” she squeaked enthusiastically.

Her bright face makes you instantly forget your troubles. They both have this effect on you that when you spend time with them you feel you’ve known them for ages. You click instantly.

Before you get to work weighing out the ingredients and helping Gabi with the cake mixture, you feel a sudden warm presence loom behind you. A cute apron is wrapped around you by Miguel with a charming smile spread across his lips.

“So you don’t ruin that pretty dress,” he whispers as you turn your head to face him slightly.

He returns your gaze as you feel him tie a bow behind your back around your waist to make sure the apron stays close to your body.

“Thank you,” you reply breathlessly as you feel his warm breath fan over your face.

“You’re welcome. I’ll preheat the oven…” he murmurs softly to you before stepping away, turning some dials on the kitchen appliance to switch it on and set the temperature.

With a light dusting of flour over Gabriella’s face - you have no clue how it got there - she tries to mix the ingredients together. Her little tongue poking out as she concentrates. As they begin to mix, it becomes more difficult for her much smaller arms to manage.

Rolling up his rather fetching white button-up shirt sleeves, Miguel steps forward.

“Want some help mija?”

“No papa, I want (Y/N) to help me.”

“Oh, okay…” he says, looking mildly surprised and a little disappointed.

It’s clear he’s not used to being turned down for help.

To keep everyone happy, you come up with an idea as a smile forms across your face.

“I’ll mix it for you, but maybe you should let your papa lick the spoon once the cupcakes are in the oven?” Gabi nods enthusiastically at you in response.

A light chuckle comes from Miguel as he sits at the kitchen table and watches the adorable sight before him. Gabriella always seems fairly happy, but today, she’s positively beaming. He observes you cradle the bowl in your arm while you mix the ingredients together. Dragging the spoon all around the sides, making sure you get everything thoroughly mixed. His daughter is transfixed on you, so is he, but both of them are looking at you for different reasons. One seeing you as a potential mother figure, the other, a potential partner to share his life with.

Of course there are hurdles to get over if the relationship did become serious. He couldn’t not tell you about his involvement in the criminal world. How would you react? Run for the hills he wagers… Despite only knowing you for a short time, he and Gabi seem to already consider you as the perfect person; the link they’re missing to keep a strong, loving family unit. His heart falls at the prospect of all that potential crumbling away because the idea of having a criminal husband scares you.

The clean, spacious and luxurious living area soon fills with the sweet smell of cakes baking in the oven. As Gabi passes the mixing spoon to her father, you take the time to observe the décor and furniture.

The prominent colour is white, hence the cleanliness vibes. The furniture, very sleek and modern. A large widescreen TV looming proudly against a wall in the open plan living room. You can imagine it being like a home cinema experience, huddled up on the sofa, sharing popcorn. A smile breaks across your face as you picture it in your mind. The father and daughter duo has an enviable setup here, although this penthouse is rather large just for the both of them.

You watch Miguel as he licks the spoon before playfully dabbing a small dollop of the cake mixture on his daughter’s nose. They both laugh. Your heart melts at the sight before an ice cold sensation suddenly takes hold. The reason you’re here in their penthouse and it wasn’t just for playing happy families, you have to get more information on him.

An alarm beeps away in the kitchen indicating the cupcakes are ready. The irresistible smell of freshly baked cakes fills the nostrils and warms the heart. Gabriella cheers excitedly as she watches you grab a pair of oven gloves and carefully take the baking tray out.

You prepare three frosting bags and help Gabi pipe pink, yellow and brown delicious toppings onto the cupcakes. They did look mouth-wateringly tasty, you have to admit.

Sweet creamy chocolate and vanilla flavours dance across your tongue as you enjoy the delightful treat. You hold out your hand to Gabriella hinting at wanting to give her a high five. She reciprocates and a quick slapping sound fills the air as both of your palms collide.

“Well done you. These are tasty Gabi,” you compliment her with enthusiasm.

“You helped! We made them together. Teamwork - yeah!”

Both you and Miguel chuckle at her as she raises her arms triumphantly before she turns to her father.

“Papa, can I take some cupcakes with me to uncle Gabri’s tonight? I think he’d like some too.”

“Sure mija. Go grab a couple.”

She runs off to go choose some to take to her uncle’s. You raise an eyebrow at Miguel as he sidles up to you.

“My brother Gabriel said he’d take her tonight if you fancy staying for dinner at least?”

Your heart flutters. Another evening with Miguel the mafia man? While maintaining a smile, you feel a slight pang of anxiety strike too. This is exactly what Kingpin wants, but it’s also what you desire, for different reasons. You can’t resist, even if you didn’t have to gather intel. Spending at least an evening alone with Miguel sounded absolutely perfect.

***

It’s time for Gabriella to go for the night. She greets her funcle - yes - funcle, Gabriel at the front door of the penthouse. Miguel shakes his head at the two as Gabi goes running up to uncle Gabri and gets swooped up in his wide open arms.

“I always wonder why you get a far more enthusiastic greeting from my daughter than I do…” Miguel smirks as he approaches with a small bag full of Gabi’s things for the night.

Gabriel scruffs his niece’s hair as she hugs him.

“I dunno bro, maybe ‘cause we eat candy for dinner or she stays up way past her bedtime when she’s with me,” the wild, red haired brother replies as he sets Gabriella back down on the floor.

“OR,” he pauses, looking as though he’s been struck by an idea, “we share a special bond over incredibly similar names - good choice by the way…” He winks at his not so impressed brother.

Miguel gives his brother a stern eyebrow raise and glare as if to say ‘you better not be feeding her candy for dinner…’

“And that’s why she greets me like she does!” He then turns to Gabi and holds his finger up to his lips like their future dinner plans will now be their little secret.

You chuckle as you enjoy watching the cute family dynamic going on between the three. But the acoustics of the place carries your little laugh right into Gabri’s ears, causing him to look up. For a second he thinks he hears his deceased sister-in-law. His wide eyes land on you.

“Ah, this is she huh?” he asks his brother with interest.

Gabriel has never seen Miguel with a woman since his wife’s untimely death. His brother nods quietly in response.

“Cool apron…” he says as he waves from across the room.

You look down, you forgot you were still wearing it.

“Oh…”

As you untie the apron, the ‘funcle’ turns back to his brother.

“Sheesh bro, you’ve known her for five minutes and you’re already getting her to cook for you?” he jokes, but winces and ducks out of the way from a lame, half hearted slap from Miguel. Gabi giggles at her father’s and uncle’s behaviour.

“Uncle Gabri, (Y/N) and I baked cupcakes. I’ve packed some for us to have later.”

“Oh fun! That could be our midnight snack or breakfast tomorrow- I’m kidding!”

Another duck from yet another slap from his brother.

Miguel’s extended hand that went in for a slap eventually landed on Gabriel’s shoulder and pats him firmly.

“Have fun - not too much fun though. Look after her-“ Miguel steps closer and speaks quietly, “any sign of trouble, call me. I don’t care what time it is…”

Gabri nods with an understanding expression on his face.

“Sure,” he replies before taking his niece’s bag and reaching out to take her hand.

“Be good mija,” Miguel says to his daughter before giving her a kiss and a cuddle.

“She’s an angel with me.” Gabriel retorts playfully, referring to their namesake causing Miguel to roll his eyes.

“Well, don’t forget what that makes me…” Gabi’s father folds his arms.

“Oh boy, come on Gabi, your father’s pulling the archangel Michael card again… he’s so predictable,” he drawls before grinning widely.

With a final duck from another pathetic slap attempt, Gabriel waves at you then to his brother when it’s safe to stand up straight again.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around (Y/N)! Nice to meet you!” he calls out.

You wave back with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too!”

With that, the two leave after Gabi waves goodbye to you too.

Silence fills the room momentarily.

“And then there were two…” Miguel comments as he saunters towards you causing your heart to flutter.

His gaze wanders over you and what you’re wearing. He stops walking when he reaches a comfortable distance between the two of you.

“Thanks for baking with Gabi. She was so excited about it. I just hope she wasn’t too much for you.”

“Are you kidding? I had a blast with her! You have the sweetest kid in the world.”

A slight blush accompanies a look of pride growing across his face.

“I’m glad you think so… it’s hard work being a single parent.”

“You’ve done a brilliant job, honestly.”

A flicker of sadness flashes across his face, but he blinks and clears his throat, denying the pain he still clearly feels for losing his wife.

“Well, now it’s just us two,” he says, refreshing his expression once again, making an effort to sound more chipper.

Miguel makes his way into the kitchen. Reaching into a cabinet, he takes out two wine glasses. After placing them on the countertop, he opens the wine chiller and takes out a bottle.

“Your brother seems like fun…”

“Oh, don’t encourage him. He’s insufferable if anyone inflates his ego.”

You snort. The sibling banter and bickering is something you totally adore.

The brothers look very similar too, except for the difference in hair colour. There’s some good, strong, handsome genetics at play there. However, you feel Miguel is the better of the two.

“Who’s the oldest?” you ask as you watch him begin to pour chilled white wine into the two glasses.

Miguel gives a toothy grin, making you assume that he’s the eldest brother. Which seems accurate. The older sibling being the more serious one, while the younger is funny and carefree.

You sit at the kitchen table while you watch Miguel start to cook dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” you ask for possibly the fifth time already.

“I’m fine. You baked earlier, I cook,” he responds, speaking over the sizzling fillets of steak in the frying pan.

The scent of the cooking meat, marinade and spices permeates the air, causing your stomach to rumble when you smell it.

“What are we having for dinner again?” you ask before taking a sip of your cool, dry white wine.

“Carne Asada - a popular Mexican dish.”

You can understand why, it smelt incredible! While he cooks the steak, he also prepares fresh green vegetables, and potatoes drizzled in a vinaigrette. Just the thought of eating it makes you salivate.

“Dinner is served,” Miguel says a few moments later as he brings the plates to the table.

The food smells even better now it’s up close and directly under your nose.

“Do you enjoy cooking?” you ask him as he takes his seat opposite you.

“Yeah, when I have time for it. I don’t cook as much as I’d like to. But it’s enjoyable when I do.”

Taking your first mouthful is exquisite. The taste of the tender, juicy steak mixed with the spices and marinade danced across your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan, causing Miguel to double-take at you.

“Oh God. This is incredible!”

“That’s a first, I’ve never made someone moan with my cooking before,” he pauses as he considers something, “but I rarely entertain people so maybe that’s why.”

“Why’s that?”

“Just busy. Work life, single parent life, just hardly in the mood to entertain,” another pause, “it’s been great having you here today though. I’ve enjoyed it. It’d be nice to have you around again,” he says hopefully.

“Well, I feel honoured to be part of the lucky few you do entertain.”

Miguel snorts at your words.

“Lucky few? Lucky one.”

You should feel special about that. In normal circumstances you would. But you feel awful, that the one person he wants to invite over is the one person he really shouldn’t. Taking another mouthful, you try to hide your discomfort and guilt.

Indignation grows inside of you, bubbling away in your mind. You really like him. It seems like a cruel twist of fate that you’re enjoying getting to know the man you’re supposed to be spying on. The man who your boss has designs on eliminating. You absolutely despise the situation you’re in.

“I’m really touched, it’s so sweet that you’ve opened up your home to me, despite your regular commitments.”

Guilt is racking up in your mind exponentially. Parts of you are tempted to self sabotage, crumble in front of him and tell him the full reason why you agreed to visit him today. Maybe he won’t take it as badly as you expect? Or maybe he will? Would he offer you protection, if he wasn’t overwhelmed with the feeling of being betrayed? There is so much uncertainty, you decide to keep your mouth shut, despite the unbearable discomfort of the truth wanting to burst out of you.

The both of you continue to eat the delicious food together while maintaining a pleasant conversation. As time goes by, you start to feel contact as his leg finds yours under the table. It felt warm and inviting. You’re suddenly reminded of the intimate moments you shared on your date, triggering a blush to spread across your cheeks immediately. You both share a glance in silence. His tempting gaze tugs at your heart, enticing you to want him.

Just before you are totally ready to spring across the table and kiss him passionately, he moves to take the empty plates to the sink. He’s teasing you, you just know it.

“How about dessert?” he asks, chuckling slightly after seeing your growing indignation as he gets up from the table.

Maybe he wants you to give in and beg him to take you? But you’re stronger than that. You can play his game.

“Dessert sounds perfect.”

“I have strawberries. They’re nice and sweet.”

“I’d love some.”

He brings a bowl full of the juicy red fruit and sets it down on the table. But instead of taking the seat opposite, he now sits next to you, wearing a charming smile on his face. His radiating warmth, melting away your worries temporarily, replacing them with comfort.

The strawberries look sweet and succulent, probably grown in very fertile earth and in the perfect climate. You can only imagine how they’ll taste. You move to take one but his hand stops you. He shakes his head, that teasing stare returning.

“Let me, cariño,” he whispers.

You gulp as you squeeze your legs together. The anticipation is driving you wild.

Picking up a strawberry, he brings it to your lips.

“Careful, these can be very juicy. But they’re incredibly moreish.”

You take a bite, your teeth cutting into the flesh of the delicious fruit. Its sweetness delighting your tastebuds immediately. You manage to bite half of it, then watch in surprise as he eats the remainder.

“Oh my God, these are delicious.”

Miguel smiles at your reaction. He’s clearly enjoying setting the mood and upping the sexual tension.

“They are, aren’t they?"

He takes another; feeding you again, which you’re now very much willing to accept.

Each time he feeds you, he leans closer. It starts off subtle, but you suddenly notice when you feel his warm breath fan across your face.

The next strawberry is particularly juicy and full of flavour. You suddenly move to try and stop it from dripping from your lips but you squeal in surprise when he leans in, sealing his mouth on yours. His tongue makes sure that none of the sweet nectar from the fruit is wasted. A moan vibrates against your lips as he enjoys the taste of the fruit and your pretty mouth.

Putting the half eaten strawberry back down in the bowl, he scoops you up off your chair and carries you bridal style up the stairs to his bedroom.

***

A trail of clothes leads up to his bed. First are your shoes, then his. Next, your dress - he had to put you down for that. Then his shirt - which you assisted him in. Even closer to the bed are his trousers.

On the bed, your shaking legs are held wide open as he enjoys a different kind of nectar. Your nectar. Hanging from one ankle is your panties while he holds your legs in place, his tongue, teasing, licking and flicking your sensitive bud and your dripping pussy. Lapping hungrily at your nether region as if he hadn’t just eaten dinner. Fingers digging into the soft, smooth flesh of your thighs as he enjoys eating you out. He lays flat on the bed with his head firmly between your legs. His eager hips grind sensually against the duvet and mattress.

He loves hearing your needy moans and your helpless little whimpers. Feeling your body shake and writhe only encouraged him to do it with even more conviction.

“Cariño, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our evening out together,” he mumbles seductively after coming up for air.

You moan due to the absence of his mouth around your clit. His words are sweet and you love them, but they drag up yet more guilt within you. You wish he would just simply continue doing what he’s doing.

“Do you feel the same hermosa?”

From between your quivering thighs, his gaze meets yours in an intense but enticing manner. How can you resist that face?

“Of course I can’t stop thinking about you- Oh God!”

At the end of your reply, he goes back in for another round of licking and teasing, cutting your words off. You arch your back off of the bed as he resumes with fervour. He begins to groan as you notice his body moving more, his hips still grinding into the mattress.

“I-” he licks you, “want-” he sucks on you, “you-” he flicks you with his tongue, “cariño…” his words die out at the end as he leans back in again. The motions of his tongue feel even stronger this time. You squeal in delight as you can’t resist throwing your hands down to his gorgeous, brown, slicked back hair.

To add to the delightful sensations between your legs, you feel two fingers run up and down your sensitive folds, getting soaked with your arousal. Eventually they plunge in, twisting and pumping gently as he slowly pulls his mouth away from your swelling bud. Before you can complain, his thumb replaces his lips, pressing firmly and running in a circular motion.

“Are you on any birth control (Y/N)?” he asks, his voice ragged and full of lust.

You nod between heavy pants and loud moans of pleasure.

He shifts himself further up your body, his hand remaining in place between your legs. You get a taste of yourself as he presses his lips against yours in a passionate and heated kiss. A muffled groan enters your mouth from his, as his arousal starts to take over.

Slowly he got on his knees after breaking the kiss with you. Before you is an unforgettable sight. You knew he had a nice shape about him and there’d be some muscle definition. But this body in front of you is a body made by the Gods. His hands travelled to the top of his boxer briefs, a large bulge underneath catches your attention. You had a feeling that he was big from when you ground against it the other night, but not that big. Your legs squeeze together, wondering how the hell he’s going to fit.

As he pulls down the material of his boxer briefs, you finally see exactly how big he is. You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim as you sit up on the bed, definitely squeezing your legs together.

Miguel chuckles as he tosses his boxer briefs aside and rests his hands on your shoulders. You feel him gently push you back, laying you down against his soft bed sheets.

“Relax (Y/N). We’ll go slow, I promise. You’ll be surprised at just how much you’ll be able to fit.”

Leaning down over the top of you, he begins to kiss your lips and slowly travels over your jawbone, down your neck to your collarbone. His fingers burrow underneath you and unclasps your bra, freeing your beautiful breasts for him.

“Such a beauty,” he whispers after stopping peppering your neck with kisses.

“Muy bonita…”

You feel him kiss your neck again, tenderly, gently and sweetly. His heat radiates down upon you, giving you that delicious melting sensation along your spine. The sheer weight and size of this man presses down into the mattress. On one hand, his build makes you feel safe and protected, but on the other, you feel in certain danger. What he ends up knowing about you will decide whether you’ll be locked in his secure embrace, or locked in a cold, dank cell.

“Can I take you as I am, or should I find a condom?” he murmurs against your neck; his voice, deep, heavy and full of desire. You can’t bear the thought of his hot, comforting body leaving you again to go looking for a condom, and you’re on the pill so you give him permission to enter you as nature intended.

Miguel’s large frame shifts again over you as he positions himself at your entrance. Your heart pounds as you feel he’s about to perform a magic trick - making his entire length disappear.

“I’ll go slow…” he assures you as the large head of his cock kisses your entrance.

With a nod in response, you tell him it’s okay to proceed. Slowly, he pushes into you. Your whole body tenses and your breath hitches at the gradual invasion. As promised; he’s gentle, slow and tender. Pausing occasionally, allowing you to stretch around his long, thick throbbing shaft. Making it easier for you to accommodate him.

He pushes forward even further. Unable to resist, you close your eyes as you take even more. He’s right, you are surprised by just how much of him you’re taking.

Small, dainty fingers graze his sides, causing his body to jolt slightly at your tickling touch. You hear a deep throaty groan spilling from his lips, prizing your eyes open, you observe his brows furrowing with blissful pleasure, which in turn makes you lose your composure.

He’s inside you, his panting breath fans over your face while his strong arms cage you underneath him. Those handsome eyes turn you into mush as you return his gaze.

“You’re taking me so well, cariño,” he praises you, drawing his cock almost all the way back out again. Your jaw drops as you suddenly feel empty. That is soon remedied however as he starts once more, slowly pushing back in, but a fraction faster this time.

“Aah! Miguel!” you call out in pleasure as he fills you again, stretching your warm, needy pussy.

You find that you love his praise, especially when he whispers it to you so close to your ear. His warm breath spreads tingles like wildfire all over your body.

As you wrap around his eager length, your limbs cling onto him as if you’re holding on for dear life. He smirks down at you as he watches you adjust, however he feels both his and your body are now demanding for something a bit faster paced.

Gradually, his tempo speeds up while he adds grinding against your clit into the mix. The charming smirk spreads wider as he observes you melt further into the bed, crying out for more.

“You feel so good and you’re doing so, so well.”

His praise takes it all to the next level. You feel you can take him even faster and at a greater intensity.

“Fuck me M-Miguel!” you splutter with urgency in your voice.

“You want me to fuck you cariño?”

“Yes - please!”

“Tell me to stop at any time if it gets too much.”

You watch his jaw clench, his muscles tense and you hear a grunt; just as he gives an almighty thrust. Drawing almost all the way out, he slams back into you. Your body immediately responds. Every single nerve ending ignites. All muscles tense. Your lungs suddenly draw in a sharp intake of air.

“Miguel!” you moan loudly.

He’s pounding into you, pumping his dick hard and fast in and out. A sex fueled haze fogs your mind as you become drunk on the pleasure of his shaft penetrating you.

“That’s it cariño, call out my name…” he purrs with heavy lidded eyes.

You repeat as he maintains his punishing thrusts. Each time you cry out his name, he moans and tilts his head back. His name spilling from your lips is like music to his ears.

He feels so good inside of you that you never want him to leave. It’s like he’s filling a piece of you that you didn’t know was missing. Watching him on top of you, dominating you, fucking you made you wish this moment would last forever. At this moment, you’re not spying on him, you’re not betraying him, you’re not working for the opposition. The world around you is reduced to nothing, everything else other than you two is insignificant.

Miguel’s grunts signifying his intense effort fogs your mind further, his moans of pleasure builds that tightening in your core. You’re clenching around his cock, you’re close.

“Fuck, hermosa. Cum for me- Oh fuck!”

You both erupt with pleasure as you climax. His thrusts slow but they deepen inside you. Lowering his body, he presses himself against you, seeking that blissful contact with your skin. His hot and heavy breaths fan and caress against your face and neck as you cry out his name multiple times. Your bodies glisten with sweat after the intense lovemaking session.

The sound of sweet and tender kisses fill the air as the afterglow sets in. He remains inside, but you notice he’s gradually softening. An undeniable and sad ache fills your core knowing that he’ll be departing you soon and reality will return.

He draws himself out of you, sparking a sob you didn’t know you had in you to erupt and tears well in your eyes.

Immediately his brows furrowed with concern.

“Cariño? Que pasa?”

His hands cup under your chin as he monitors you.

And now the lying begins… The stress of doing what Kingpin is asking of you is rising higher inside you. But you can’t tell Miguel that.

“I’m sorry,” you sob again. “It felt too good. I didn’t want it to end.”

It isn’t exactly a lie. You really didn’t want it to end. It felt incredible and it was a perfect distraction from reality.

Laying next to you, he pulls you into his arms, positioning you half on top of him.

“You had me worried, cariño. Never have I ever made a girl cry during or just after sex. I’m just glad it’s good crying.”

His hand plays with your hair idly as has your head resting against his perfectly chiselled chest.

“Heh… yeah… good crying…” you reply.

The comforting sound of his heart beating in your ear starts to calm your nerves. You feel soothed as he strokes your hair.

“Well, I guess it’s encouraging in a way. It means you want more.”

A tired smile breaks across your face as your fingertips wander over his chest and abs.

“I definitely do want more.”

The mafia man kisses the top of your head delicately.

“Your wish is my command, just say the word.”

***

That evening, the dark of the night shrouds Fisk tower. Lights still illuminate a handful of windows at that late hour. One of the lit windows is Kingpin’s, right at the very top.

The large mafia boss paces his room as one of his staff gives him some news.

“We’ve tried getting hold of Russell several times in the last few days, there’s no response. We think he’s been taken by O’Hara.”

Fisk slams his hands down on the desk angrily. Frustration builds inside him. Yet another disappearance, but this time it’s one of his own men and not someone from Alchemax. He supposed it didn’t take O’Hara long to work out who was behind the abduction attempt. It’s clear that someone who works for the opposition’s leader is talented at tracking people down.

“Damnit!” he seethes.

“Any word on Mr. Garcia?”

“No news on his whereabouts sir, however, what confuses us about him is that his wife has also gone missing.”

A deep frustrated sigh vents from Fisk’s lips. Staring into the distance he tries to solve the puzzle himself. The names of the missing people from Alchemax circles in his mind. The name O’Hara also starts to ring a distinct bell. His eyebrows rise slightly as an idea strikes him.

“Fetch me a folder labelled 2099 from the archives,” Kingpin demands, his voice a deep growl.

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Today's (10/28/2024) Episode: Game, Developed

After Noemi and Luigi helped Skye deal with his new diagnoses it was finally time for them to celebrate a big personal milestone of their own.

“Well today’s the day, are you ready?” Noemi asked her husband “Honestly, yes and no” he replied, “its amazing to think that this dream of mine is coming true, but I’m terrified that its going to be a flop. I’d hate to go down in history as a failure.” Especially considering what I sacrificed to get here he thought to himself, gently making a fist under the table with his “bum” right hand.

“I highly doubt its going to fail” she said “I know I’m biased but, seriously, Watcher Tales is good. Now let’s go get ready for the launch party!”

“What should I wear!?” Luigi mused nervously as they entered the bedroom “I want to look professional, but grounded, put together but not overdressed. It’s tough.”

Noemi bit her tongue to keep from laughing. She walked up behind him and placed a hand firmly on his lower back. “I can help you find the perfect outfit” she whispered in his ear, “but before we get you dressed up, maybe getting undressed would help calm both our nerves…”

Luigi pulled her in, surrendering to her hungry kisses. It wasn’t the best woohoo they’d ever had, but when they emerged a few minutes later he couldn’t deny he was feeling calmer “Now my butt is sore” he groused, grinning “but it was totally worth it. Let’s do this thing!”

The Watcher Tales launch party was being held in Del Sol Valley and sponsored by UnorthoBox, one of the largest gaming console manufacturers in the nation. The game would be launching for both PC and, exclusively, on the new UnorthoBox 2 gaming system for console.

Exiting the teleporter just outside the conference center where the event was being held Luigi fired up Yoshi to capture some footage of the launch party. Grabbing Noemi’s hand, he took a deep breath and headed inside where his friends, family, and fans were all eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Luigi took his place in front of a wall of pictures featuring high-res images captured from the game itself, while Noemi settled nearby at a small table offering hard copies and digital codes of Watcher Tales for purchase.

Luigi was in his element, his natural cheerful enthusiasm on full display as talked up his “masterpiece”. He kept Noemi busy, sending a constant stream of fans and gamers to her table to buy first release copies of their game.

Luigi and his wife weren’t the only ones working hard to make the launch party a raging success.

Rather than hiring an unknown sim of questionable skill to man the bar Luigi had asked his grandpa Don to do the honors, and he’d gladly agreed.

Nearby Denton and Cullen were streaming a demonstration of Watcher Tales primary multiplayer features to their fans. Across the room a long rows of PCs had been setup, giving sims attending the release party a chance to “try before you buy”. Many of Luigi’s friends and family had settled there to show their support and see the game he couldn’t stop talking about.

Noemi was thrilled with how quickly copies of the game were selling, but as the afternoon wore on, she found herself feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Shutting her eyes for a moment in between customers, she suddenly heard the familiar and oh so welcome voice of her friend Amaya. “How you holding up pretty momma? The girls and I just arrived, and our kids are out back playing with your little one.”

“Honestly, I could use a break” Noemi told her. “The launch is going great, but this crowd is a bit too much for me.”

“Say no more!” Amaya replied, gesturing for her to rise “I sell nectar from the ranch every weekend at the market in Eco Harbor; I can handle hocking Hot Stuff’s pride and joy for a bit. Go give your boy a kiss and say hello to the ladies.” Noemi sighed with relief, heading out to sunny, quiet, playground.

Luigi merely chuckled when he noticed that his old flame had relieved his wife at the sales table. The meet and greet line shut down shortly after that and when one of his favorite songs started playing on the stereo system Luigi decided to give his fans a little show to thank them for coming.

“My fellow gamers” he announced “you inspired Watcher Tales, and your support means the world. I hope you’ll help me end this party in style!”

He found a small patch of open floor and began an impromptu dance party, gesturing for everyone to join him. As he danced along with the other happy sims celebrating the game’s launch, he silently hoped he’d find as much success as he’d enjoyed that day in the days to come.

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slytherhys · 2 years ago

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Cruel Summer I

A/N: I would like to apologise simply because I've been in an all-out war with this chapter and it's taken me longer than what I wanted to finish it - I think I've rewritten it over 3 times simply because it never felt right. But I truly hope you guys like the final version and feel motivated enough to keep reading.

Also...she's a big one. 😳

TW: Strong language and eventual explicit content

Prologue - I - II - III

If there was one place in the world where nothing ever seemed to go wrong, it was the Archeron’s summer house, just 6 miles to the south of the city of Adriata.

Ever since they were little girls, driving up to that sunny house on the rocky coast of the city to spend the summer with Nana had felt like the closest thing to heaven a 7-year-old Elain ever knew.

To this day, there was nothing more comforting than the scent of salt and lemons, the sight of walls painted in every possible shade of blue, as if Nana had wanted to capture every single mood of the sea inside her own home.

Not for the first time, Elain wondered if that was one of the reasons why Nesta had been so adamant on celebrating her engagement party here – for what that old house represented. For the happiness that had brought them through their shaky childhood. As if by being here she could have the comfort of freshly baked goods and worn-out books in her future life – Nana’s blessing, in its own way.

It was at Nana’s house that Feyre had gotten her first canvas, using Nana’s old brushes to paint from morning until late afternoon - the very same brushes that Feyre still kept somewhere in her studio even after all these years. It was where Nesta and Nana had spent entire afternoons reading and drinking fresh lemonade, while Elain sat under the lemon tree and tried to draw all of her favourite flowers in the garden overlooking the sea. Memories of laughter and sorrow, of growing up surrounded by her favourite people seemed to follow as she crossed the empty house and stepped into the terrace. Memories of love and happiness. Whereas she’d usually smile at their comforting presence, today they seemed to mock her.

Elain squinted against the setting sun, the sea breeze ruffling her satin dress against her skin, the salty scent a gentle reminder that she was home. It ought to feel comforting, but try as she may, all Elain felt was the sweat under her arms, the beating of her erratic heart pressing against her ribcage. It was all she could do not to throw up the champagne she had picked up at the entrance – mainly since her stomach seemed to riot at the very thought of seeing him again.

The terrace was crowded, people Elain had never seen before talking with familiar faces mingling, laughter and chatter a steady sound that played along the soft jazz playing in the background. All around the terrace, fairy lights illuminated the evening sky, creating a sort of romantic ambience that could only be achieved in Adriata in the summer. Food was served, as were glasses of champagne, sangria, and lemonade. People danced, flirted, and chatted, happy to celebrate the love between two of her favourite people.

It was absolutely lovely – it was a shame Elain felt completely out of place.

But it all still felt like a victory – for the first time in six long, lonely months, Elain had finally felt ready face her family and finally stop running away from her own mistakes. So what if that meant spending entirely too much money on a new dress? So what if it meant getting her hair done and spending almost two hours locked inside her hotel bathroom trying to perfect her winged eyeliner?

Sometimes looking good is the best armour, she could almost hear Nana say, her voice raspy and familiar. And she had to agree, albeit a bit reluctantly. As shallow as it was, the thought of not looking her absolute best, of not seeming as happy as she ought to be, made her nauseous. Mainly when he would surely be there.

Hence the 260 dollars spent on a lavender satin dress.

However, as her eyes scanned the crowded terrace, she couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been for naught. She didn’t feel strong – she highly doubted she looked it.

Deep down, she knew there was nothing to be worried about. As far as anyone was concerned, Elain had simply been too busy with her new promotion to come around as much – or at all – so there wasn’t much she needed to explain. She didn’t need to explain the sleepless nights, the hair colour changes, the amount of times that she had opened her store with puffy red eyes and a heavy heart. And all over a man that hadn’t tried to reach out once.

How ridiculous was that?

Feyre and Nesta certainly didn't need to know about all of that. She had already earned enough pity stares and condescending pats on the back once - she hardly needed to prove to them that she was the naive little girl they thought she was.

Even if they were right, Elain thought with a wince.

Maybe coming hadn’t been the best idea, after all. Maybe even with the dress, and the make-up and the therapy sessions, she wasn’t ready to face her family. To face him. Six months didn’t really feel like that long if she really thought about it. And maybe Nesta would forgive her for leaving. Maybe she could later explain that something had come up and-

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were about to bolt out of my engagement party.” Her older sister’s voice interrupted her inner turmoil, making Elain choke on her drink, tearing up as she stared at Nesta. Her sister smiled warmly, her blue eyes taking in Elain’s appearance from head to toe. Elain was relieved to see there was no anger behind them.

Nesta looked stunning – a pretty halter satin dress that wrapped around her curves like that had been the only purpose for its creation. Her long brown hair was up in a bun, the diamond earrings Cassian had given her for Christmas glistening under the fairy lights. Elain smiled, ignoring the wave of memories that threatened to drown her at the sight of that particular gift. It wasn’t the time for that.

If she were lucky, there wouldn’t be a time for that at all.

Elain grinned under Nesta’s intense scrutiny, wrapping her arms around her older sister. “Your engagement party, Nesta.” She said as way of greeting, still not quite believing it was truly happening. “I still can’t believe you're getting married.”

Nesta smiled, eyes going distant for a second. “Sometimes I can't either.”

Nesta and Cassian had butted heads more often than not, but finally seeing them accept the love they obviously had for each other had felt like everything was finally aligning.

She’s finally going to be mine, Ellie. Cassian’s voice had been heavy with emotion on the phone, as if still not entirely sure his words were true.

Elain had cried for hours, feeling like maybe, despite everything they had gone through during their childhood, there was still hope. Both her sisters were happy and loved by incredible men. So what if she was the only one left, as her family members enjoyed remembering her constantly? So what if she could already feel their assessing stare as she stepped away from Nesta’s embrace, as if already planning all the ways they could criticise her or, even worse, set her up with the endless line of single sons her neighbours all seemingly had.

She shuddered, eyes darting away from Aunt Lyla.

“My engagement party.” Nesta pulled away, raising a brow. “The one you’re 20 minutes late to.” She said, and despite the teasing tone to her voice, Elain could still hear the hurt lingering under her words. And could she blame her? It wasn’t like she could exactly explain.

I’m sorry I’m late! I had two mental breakdowns trying to get my makeup right and when I finally did, I cried and made a mess of it, so I had to do it again. Then my body didn’t feel like my own, even as I put on an entirely too expensive dress and shoes that pinch my toes every two steps. And you know why? All because I’m so desperately in love with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me. Because I wanted to look good. I wanted him to regret hurting me.

She highly doubted that sounded sane.

“I’m sorry, I-” she stammered.

“Where are your things?” Nesta eyed her hands – empty except for the empty champagne glass she had been wearing as an emotional support prop. Now, she felt as if maybe she shouldn’t be drinking at all – not with the piercing stare her sister was giving her.

Elain furrowed her brows. “My things?”

“Didn’t Cassian text you?” Nesta asked, walking to the back of the terrace, throwing a look over her shoulder that told Elain she was supposed to follow. And she did without complaint.

Elain eyed another glass of champagne, wondering if grabbing a second one would be a good idea. “He texted me the address,” Elain frowned as she watched the bar, still following Nesta as they crossed the room. “Not that I needed the reminder of where Nana’s house was, but I appreciated the effort.”

Nesta scoffed slightly, eyes scanning the crowd – probably for her ill-doing fiancé. “I sent him the exact text he needed to send. All he had to do was copy and paste. Even forward the message if that was a little too hard. And still-”

Elain stopped Nesta with a soft touch to her arm. “Hey,” she smiled. “Everything’s okay.”

Nesta bit her bottom lip, eyes worried as she scanned the room again. Elain swallowed, a bubble of unease making its way up her throat.

“Everything’s okay, right?” She asked, voice low as she noticed Aunt Lyla eyeing them with a gleam in her cold eyes.

Nesta smiled unconvincingly. “Of course,” She sighed. “I’m just nervous.”

“What should Cassian have told me?”

Nesta shook her head, eyes focusing on everything but Elain. “Might as well just tell everyone at the same time.” She said, as if that eased Elain in any shape or form.

A torrent of scenarios flooded her mind – maybe they weren’t getting married after all; maybe they were already married; maybe they all knew Elain was embarrassingly in love with Azriel and this was some sort of intervention filled with people she had never seen before; maybe their dad wasn’t coming.

Elain shook her head slightly, startled to see Nesta was already a few paces ahead, heading straight to the very same people Elain had hoped to avoid for a bit longer – even if she was craving their hugs desperately.

Rhys and Feyre were standing by the large oak table overlooking the sea - the same one where they had shared every meal with their Nana when they were little. He had his arm around Feyre's waist, his white shirt contrasting beautifully against his dark skin. Feyre was laughing, her blue dress making her eyes stand out, even against the vast of the sea. Cassian was all lazy smiles, a beer in his hand as he told what was probably a very interesting joke.

Elain almost waved at them, trying to get their attention, but Nesta had other plans.

“You didn’t tell her?” Nesta shrieked, slapping Cassian’s bulky arm as soon as she reached him. Cassian startled, spilling some of his beer as he turned to his fiancée, eyes heating once they trailed the slope of her curves.

There was nothing like being around her sisters and their partners to make Elain wish she was less observant.

“What didn't I do?” He smirked, leaning back against the stone wall as his eyes found Nesta’s. For a second, it was as if the entire world ceased to exist around them.

That is, until Nesta growled and physically stepped away from Cass.

“You didn’t tell Elain!” She said, outraged. Cassian’s eyes widened slightly, flickering to Elain’s hovering form. He grinned, handing his beer to Rhys and taking two steps before wrapping his arms around her.

“Ellie!” He said, pulling her a few inches up from the ground and planting a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

Elain smiled despite herself. “Hi Cass,” She squeezed him back. “Heard you were getting married?” She teased, making Cassian chuckle as he set her down.

“As soon as possible, too.” He said, eyes softening as he pulled Nesta to his side, dropping a sweet kiss on her temple. Her sister beamed up at him, pure joy in her eyes even if she were trying to seem mad.

“Elain!” Feyre pressed a kiss to her cheek, smiling as Rhysand gave her a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Feyre said as she leaned against Rhys, his hand wrapping around her waist like it was the natural thing to do. She supposed for them it was. “Are you already settled in?”

Elain chuckled, eyeing everyone as they stared at her. Nesta simply looked away, her eyes scanning the crowd even as Cassian pressed a kiss to her cheek, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. “I am, I got in last night.”

Cassian look at her then, furrowing his brows as he smiled, confused. “No, you didn’t.”

Elain raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“We’ve been here for two days, the first person to get here was-”

“Where have you been staying, Ellie?” Rhys cut in, ignoring the glare his best friend sent his way.

“At the hotel on main street.” She smiled uncertainly, noting the look Cassian sent Nesta, unease building inside her stomach as the seconds ticked by.

“The hotel?” Feyre frowned, eyeing Nesta for a second before her gaze returned to Elain. “Hasn’t Nesta-”

“Let’s wait for everyone to get here.” Nesta interrupted swiftly, making Rhys raise an eyebrow. He mumbled something under his breath, earning a glare from Nesta and a soft nudge from Feyre.

“Hasn’t Nesta what?” Elain asked, eyes flickering between the four people standing in front of her.

“He will be here any second now.” Nesta said, grabbing a canapé from the table and shoving it into her mouth – to avoid further conversation, Elain was sure.

Fuck, something had really happened, hadn’t it? “Is everything okay?” She asked Nesta again, eyeing Cassian for good measure, who simply gave her a sympathetic smile. Nesta simply kept eating small entrées, sharing nervous glances with Feyre. "Nesta." She pushed.

“I want to have this conversation only once, so let’s just wait for everyone to be here.”

“Who’s everyone?” Elain all but whined, her heart racing inside her chest. She knew who everyone was – knew exactly who they were all waiting for. She just didn’t want to admit it, to face it.

Nesta raised a brow. “Who do you think, Ellie?”

Feyre bit her lip, Rhys smirking behind his wine glass as they both look away. “I’m not sure.” She said, laughing nervously as she wiped her clammy hands on her dress.

“Just tell her.” Feyre sighed, leaning back against her husband in defeat.

“But-”

“Fucking hell, tell me what?” Elain snapped, wincing as everyone turned to look at her.

“Fine!” Nesta huffed, pasting a bright smile on her lips before her eyes settled on Elain. “We’re spending the next two weeks here.” She said simply, as if that made any fucking sense.

It didn’t.

Elain frowned. “Why are you and Cassian spending two weeks here?”

Feyre turned her head towards Rhys, whispering something that made him chuckle. Nesta eyed them nervously before turning her attention back to Elain.

Jesus, this was a shitshow.

She could feel sweat running down her back, her breathing ragged as Nesta explained, “Not just me and Cassian.” She said, holding her fiancé’s hands as if needing the support. “All of us.” She said with a firm nod.

“What do you mean all of us?” She chuckled. “I don’t know if I can-”

“All of us.” Nesta pressed, as if it were obvious. “I already talked with your friend and he didn’t mind holding your shop for the time being.” Nesta shrugged, once again acting as if that was a normal thing to do. As if she could just make changes in her life and Elain had to be okay with it.

She took a deep breath, urging herself to calm down and not ruin her sister’s engagement party. Cassian was fidgeting, as if physically unable to stand the tension that suddenly seemed to surround them. Elain felt like she could choke on it.

“The next two weeks are for Cassian and me, Feyre and company,” Rhysand rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his wine. Unbothered, as only he managed. “you and-”

No. Not happening. “Why?”

Nesta sighed, as if she was the one being insufferable. “Because I’m getting married, Elain.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, in months.”

Rhysand snorted, making Nesta narrow her eyes. Cassian fixed his throat, sending Elain an apologetic smile. “Not really.”

“What do you mean not really?”

Nesta rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she eyed Cassian nervously. “Stop asking stupid questions. What do you think it means?”

“When, exactly, is the wedding?” She gritted through her teeth.

Nesta squared her shoulders, raising her chin as she said, “Well,”

“When?” Elain pushed.

“In two weeks.” Rhysand added helpfully, earning himself another nudge from Feyre.

“Rhysand!” She reprimanded, but he simply pressed a kiss to her cheek, ignoring the glare Nesta sent his way.

“Just put her out of misery, Nesta.” He deadpanned, making Nesta bristle.

“Thanks.” Elain muttered.

“It wasn’t your fucking place-”

“Nes, it’s not a big deal.” Feyre interrupted gently, trying to keep everyone calm.

That she grabbed Rhysand’s glass of wine and drank it all went unacknowledged by all of them.

“It is to me!” She huffed, glaring at their little sister. “Why are you always taking his-” Elain tuned out, suddenly feeling too hot.

Two weeks. They were all going to spend two weeks together in the same house – a house that once upon a time had become her escape, her safe space where all things were bright and pretty. All because, for whatever reason, Nesta and Cassian were getting married in two weeks. And there was a reason, Elain was sure of it. Nesta liked planning too much for it all to be a casual agreement.

“In two weeks?” Elain asked, needing verbal confirmation. “Why so soon?” She wondered if they heard her – then wondered if she had spoken too loudly when they all fell silent. Rhysand reached for two more glasses, handing one to Feyre. Nesta’s hand was still wrapped around Cassian’s, her knuckles white where she squeezed his fingers. Why Elain noticed that, she didn’t know.

“Why not?” Nesta challenged.

“Why are we staying here?” She pressed.

“Is that important?”

“I’m apparently spending two weeks away from my shop so yes, I’d say so.”

“You spent the last six months in your shop, so I don’t see why that would be a problem.” Nesta snapped, taking a deep breath as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Everyone else remained quiet, including Elain. It wasn’t like Nesta wasn’t right, so there wasn’t much to say anyway.

“Because” She tried again. “I want us to celebrate together before the wedding. We want to be able to celebrate everything with the people we love.” Her voice was gentler, her hand still tightly wrapped around Cassian’s. She briefly glanced at Feyre’s husband. “And Rhysand can come too.”

“Funny.” He drawled, but not even their usual bickering turned Elain’s attention away from the fact Nesta Archeron was nervous. Nervous because she thought Elain would leave, that Elain would rather be in her shop than to take two measly weeks off to celebrate one of the happiest times of her sister’s life with her. Nervous because she had planned a two-week getaway at their childhood home just so they could have a little bit of happiness before everyone was off to their own lives, away from each other as they had been for the past six months.

Mainly thanks to her.

Could she ever turn away from the people she loved the most? No, she couldn’t. Not even when it meant spending two weeks facing the very same mistakes that made her stay away for so long.

Elain turned to Rhys, frowning. “You took the weeks off?”

Rhys shrugged. “We all did.” He smiled softly, turning his attention to Cassian. “My best friend is getting married.”

“You’re telling me Azriel took two weeks off?” She said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. By the way Feyre raised an eyebrow, she doubted she had been all that successful.

“Well… Yeah.” Rhys said, eyes flickering around the group. “I approved his vacation myself.” He eyed her carefully. “Why, Ellie?”

She shrugged; aware she was threading a very dangerous line. “Seems unlikely.”

Rhys exchanged a look with Feyre, and for the first time Elain felt annoyed. How was it fair that they seemed to be able to communicate with one another with no words ever being said?

“He has never missed one of our gatherings, Elain.” Feyre added gently.

Unlike her, they didn’t need to add. “I know, but-”

“Azriel is staying.” Nesta said plainly. “I just need to know if you are too.”

Staying, meaning it was very likely he was already here. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it – how to feel about all of it. She couldn’t go away. She couldn’t leave her family simply because she was too much of a coward to face a man. Her Nana would be turning in her grave if she even dreamed of it.

So what if her heart was cracking open at the thought of having to see his face every day for two weeks? So what if she was supposed to celebrate love as if it were something to celebrate, when really it had broken her so thoroughly she hadn’t managed to go on a single date without wanting to throw up? And she had tried – she had tried to be the person her Nana wanted her to be, to be someone her sisters would be proud of. To be the person she had always been when she was with Azriel.

She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to do it – and if the hair dye, the sleepless nights, and the failed dates were any indication, she wasn’t.

But for her sisters, she’d do it.

“I’m staying, Nesta.” She nodded, smiling as she felt her decision settle into her bones, her resolve strong. “Of course I am.”

“I’m glad.” A too-familiar voice sounded from behind her, making her entire body freeze where she stood, her heart racing as she fought the urge to turn around. Feyre met her eyes, soft and so understanding she nearly sobbed.

Because behind her, Azriel Rosehall stood, a smile on his face, his eyes as guarded as they had been the last time she had seen him.

How did he manage to look so good when she felt as weak as she had the night she had left him in that foyer? How had her life changed so drastically while he got to look the same, be the same? It hardly seemed fair.

Elain raised her chin, squaring her shoulders as her eyes locked with his. The bastard simply smiled, as if no time had passed at all. “Hi El.” He tilted his head. “Long time no see.”

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