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"The not so invisible string" | part 7

Not outbreak!Joel Miller x f! reader

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summary: you and Joel were made right for each other at the wrong time. Now, thirteen years later your paths crossed when both of your daughters get in trouble at school. Would be the right time for you now?

word count: 7,8k>

warnings: none but, angst, mentions of bruises, and FLUFF

a/n: Hello, hello! chapter 7 is here! The next one may be the last since it's time to say goodbye to this silly fic, by the way, I hope you like this one because I added everything I could and it's kinda cute. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Happy reading 💌 Remember my dm and asks are always open for you if you wanna talk.

dividers by @/saradika.

Joel

I miss you; I haven’t seen you in a week!

You thought that by now, Joel would have begun to behave very differently from the teen boy trying to win your heart back in time, that in your 30s he was going to find different ways to show affection, but he still got the boyish smile on him all the time he saw you, as if you hang up the moon. He still got the dirtiest jokes about salad dressings, and most importantly, he still got your heart in the palm of his hand, but this time he was taking care of it as if it were crystal, and you were so grateful for his actions, talking louder than his promises.

You loved him; he still made you feel like the only girl in the room.

You

Well, sorry for being on a job trip.

I miss you too, but I’m back tomorrow!! Don’t be so needy.

Joel

A delicious dinner will be waiting for you at my house when you arrive.

And well, me.

You

I have a daughter to go see first!

Joel

I will be waiting for the both of you then.

You chuckled at Joel's response; his enthusiasm was evident even through text messages. Despite being apart for just a week, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the moment you would be reunited with him.

You adored the way he always had the time to make you feel special, but he also made his time to include Tara too, as if she were a tiny extension of you to love and take care of as if she were his own daughter.

He was behaving like the father Tara needed.

And you didn’t know this, but Joel was starting to love Tara as if she were his daughter. He knew you and her, plus he and Sarah will become a family soon.

When you arrived again on Tuesday, you made your way to your mother’s house. You couldn’t wait to see Tara. She had been staying with her grandmother while you were away, and you missed her terribly after seven days apart.

As soon as you stepped through the door, you were met with your mother’s smile, welcoming you to enter the house; however, she stopped you for a second.

“Tara seemed to be bothered by something.” Your mom warned.

“What do you mean? Did Dwight do something?” Of course, Dwight was the first person to put the blame on him since he was going to have a day with his daughter because you allowed him to see her once this week while you were away.

“I don’t know, but she was really upset today, and she doesn’t want to talk to me,” she said, her voice tinted with worry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it,” you assured her, with determination in your voice. You knew that Tara often kept her feelings bottled up, especially with all the drama between you and her father.

Heading towards Tara's room, you knocked softly on the door before gently pushing it open. Tara was sitting on her bed, her gaze fixed on the floor, lost in her own thoughts.

"Tara, sweetheart, hey!"" You greeted her, approaching her carefully.

“Mom, you’re back,” she said, stepping up from her bed and welcoming you in a tight hug. You knew her so well that you noticed something was off with her.

You held her close, feeling her warmth and the familiar comfort of her embrace. "I missed you so much," you whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Is everything okay? Your grandma mentioned you seemed upset."

Tara pulled away slightly; her expression was troubled. "It's nothing, Mom," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. But you could see the sadness in her eyes; the weight of whatever was troubling her was evident in the way she held herself.

You reached out to gently cup her face, tilting it up so you could look into her eyes. "You can talk to me, Tara," you reassured her, your voice filled with love and understanding. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together."

“Shouldn’t you be at Joel’s by now?” she mentioned, dismissing the topic.

You sighed softly, recognizing Tara's attempt to divert the conversation. "I was planning on going there, but you're more important to me right now," you replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "If you want to talk about what's bothering you, I'm here. But if you'd rather not, that's okay too. Just know that I'm always here for you."

Tara's expression softened at your words, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Mom," she said quietly, leaning into your touch. “But you should go; he must miss you by now.”

“He actually wanted both of us over for dinner,” you mentioned, studying her face, which shone at the mention of Joel’s invitation, but it faded soon.

“I just... I don't feel like going out tonight," she admitted softly, avoiding your eyes.

Your heart sank at her words, knowing that Tara's reluctance to go to Joel's house was a sign that something was truly bothering her. "Okay, sweetheart," you said, trying to hide your own disappointment. "We can stay in tonight and talk, just the two of us."

“No, you must go,” she said.

You could sense Tara's insistence—her desire for you to go and spend time with Joel—conflicting with her own reluctance to join. It was clear that she was trying to put on a brave face for you, but you couldn't ignore the underlying sadness in her eyes.

"Tara, if something is bothering you, I want to be here for you," you said gently, reaching out to grasp her hand. "Joel will understand if I need to stay with you tonight. Your well-being is my priority."

Tara squeezed your hand, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "I know, Mom," she said softly. "But I'll be okay. And I don't want you to miss out on time with Joel because of me."

You sighed, torn between your desire to comfort Tara and your longing to see Joel. But ultimately, you knew that Tara needed you more in that moment.

"Okay, Tara," you conceded, offering her a reassuring smile. "I'll go to say hi to him, but I'll be back later, and we can talk more then, okay?"

Tara nodded, her expression filled with understanding. "Okay, Mom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

With one last squeeze of her hand, you rose from the bed and made your way to the door, feeling a pang of guilt as you left Tara behind.

As you made your way to Joel's house, your heart raced with anticipation. Despite the conflicting emotions stirring within you about leaving Tara behind, the prospect of seeing Joel filled you with a sense of excitement and longing.

Finally, you arrived at Joel's doorstep, your heart pounding with nervous energy as you raised your hand to knock on the door. The sound echoed through the quiet night, and you held your breath, waiting for Joel to answer.

Seconds felt like an eternity until you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. And then it swung open, revealing Joel standing before you, his eyes lighting up with joy at the sight of you.

"Hey," he said softly, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled you into his arms. "I've missed you."

"Hey," he said softly, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled you into his arms. "I missed you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your lips.

You melted into his embrace, feeling a rush of relief and contentment wash over you. In that moment, all the worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the comfort of being in Joel's arms once more.

“I missed you too,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth as you leaned into him and into his embrace, where you belonged.

“Where is Tara?” Joel asked after noticing the absence of the teen behind you.

“At my mother’s. She said she didn’t feel good, and I know she is lying, but she insisted on me coming to see you,” you said to him.

Joel's smile widened at Tara's thoughtful gesture, his eyes softening with affection but still showing worry. "She's always looking out for you," he remarked, his voice filled with warmth.

You nodded, feeling grateful for Tara's care and concern. "Yes, she is," you agreed, feeling a surge of love for your daughter. "I'm lucky to have her, but she is my priority, so I just came to say hi.”

Joel pulled you closer, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace once again. "Maybe you could ask Sarah," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe she knows something.”

“Are you sure?” You mumbled against his shoulder.

“Yes, she is inside; come on.” Joel took your hand, leading you inside his house.

As you entered the house, Sarah greeted you with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hey," she said, stepping forward to hug you. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, sweetheart," you replied, returning her embrace. "How have you been?"

Sarah shrugged with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Same old, same old," she said cryptically, her gaze flickering towards Joel before returning to you. "What brings you here?"

“Your dad is her boyfriend, and he missed her terribly,” Joel answered to his daughter for you.

You glanced at Joel; a smile creeped on your lips at his words.

A mischievous grin spread across Sarah’s face. "Is that so?" she teased, shooting a playful look at her father. "You must really like her."

Joel chuckled, giving Sarah a mock glare. "She wants to talk to you about Tara."

Sarah's grin softened into a more sympathetic expression as she turned her attention back to you. "Is everything okay with her?" she asked, her tone serious.

You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the opportunity to discuss your concerns with Sarah. "I'm not sure," you admitted, your voice tinged with worry. "She seemed upset earlier, and I can't shake the feeling that something's bothering her."

“Dad, can you let us alone for a bit?” Sarah asked Joel.

Joel nodded, but before heading towards the kitchen, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead as a sign of affection and love for you, saying he was there for you whenever you needed him.

As Joel left the room, Sarah turned her attention back to you, her expression filled with concern.

"What do you think could be bothering her?" you asked gently.

“Well, she seemed off this morning at school. I knew she was with her dad yesterday, so I guess it has to do with him,” she confessed, carefully not to say beyond what she knew; it was Tara who should tell you once she feels ready for it.

You nodded, understanding Sarah's hesitation to delve too deeply into Tara's personal affairs. "That's what I was thinking too," you admitted, feeling a knot of worry tighten in your chest. "But I don't want to push her if she's not ready to talk about it."

Sarah nodded in agreement, her expression sympathetic. "I get it," she said softly. "But maybe knowing that you're here for her, whenever she's ready, will give her some comfort."

You smiled gratefully at Sarah, touched by her insight and understanding. "Thank you," you said, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Sarah was there to support Tara too.

Sarah returned your smile, her eyes filled with warmth. "Of course," she said. "Family looks out for each other, right?"

Your heart warmed at those words, and you looked at Sarah, driven by pure adoration, and found Joel was there spying on the both of you. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Joel peeking in on your conversation with Sarah; his expression was genuine adoration. You couldn’t help but admire the girl he had raised on his own all this time.

As Sarah caught sight of Joel, she grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the playful moment. "Dad, you're such a spy," she teased, her tone filled with playful banter.

Joel chuckled, stepping fully into the room and wrapping an arm around your waist. "I can't help it if I'm curious about what you two are plotting," he replied with a wink, his gaze shifting between you and Sarah.

You leaned into Joel's touch, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you at the warmth and love radiating from your little family. "We're just talking," you reassured him, exchanging a knowing glance with Sarah.

With a smile, Joel pressed a kiss on your temple, his love for you evident in the gentle gesture. "Well, don't let me interrupt," he said, his voice filled with affection. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

As Joel made his way out of the room, you turned back to Sarah, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's something else, isn't he?" you remarked, feeling grateful for the man by your side and the daughter who had grown up under his loving care.

Sarah nodded, her eyes sparkling with fondness. "Yeah, he is," she agreed, her voice filled with warmth. "But we wouldn't have it any other way, would we?"

You shook your head, feeling a surge of love for your family. "No, we wouldn't."

As your conversation with Sarah came to a close, you felt a sense of resolve settling within you. It was time to return to your mother's house and check in on Tara, even if you didn't have all the answers yet.

Turning to Joel, you reached out to take his hand, a gentle smile playing on your lips. "I think I should head back to my mom's house now," you said softly, your voice filled with determination. "I want to see how Tara's doing."

Joel nodded in understanding, squeezing your hand gently. "Of course," he replied, his gaze filled with warmth and support. "Let me know if there's anything I can do."

You leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling a rush of affection for the man who had stood by your side through thick and thin. "Thank you, Joel," you murmured against his lips, savoring the closeness between you.

With a final smile, you pulled away, reluctantly releasing his hand as you approached the door. As you stepped outside, you paused momentarily, casting one last glance back at Joel, looking back at you with bright eyes and mouthing “I love you”.

You made your way back to your mother's house, your mind buzzing with thoughts about Tara and what could be bothering her. When you arrived, Tara greeted you at the door with a warm smile, ready to go back home with you.

Since you and Dwight ended your marriage, you stayed at your mother’s house for a day until you found an apartment that was perfect for you and Tara to live together.

"Hey, Mom," Tara said, wrapping you in a quick hug before grabbing her bag. "Ready to head back?"

You returned her hug, giving her a reassuring smile. "Yes, let's go."

As you drove back home with Tara in the passenger seat, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease about her. Finally, you turned to her, breaking the silence that had settled between you.

"Tara, sweetheart," you began, your voice gentle. "I know something's been bothering you. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Tara glanced out the window, her expression troubled. "It's just... I don't know, Mom," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I guess I've just been feeling really confused lately."

You reached out to gently squeeze her hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "It's okay to feel confused, sweetheart," you said softly. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. You can talk to me about anything."

Tara nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Mom," she whispered, leaning into your touch. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," you replied, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for your daughter. "We'll figure this out together, okay?"

She nodded. “You know you deserve all the best in the world,” she said to you, her voice cracking a little bit.

“Do you think so?” You asked playfully, your eyes still focused on the road.

“Yes, and my father never deserved you,” she finally said.

You felt a pang of sadness at Tara's words, knowing the pain she must have been feeling about the situation with her father. But you also felt a sense of pride in her strength and honesty.

"I appreciate you saying that, sweetheart," you replied, your voice soft with emotion. "But he's still your father after all. What’s between us is just between us; don’t hate him just because he wasn’t a good husband.”

And hating him won't change the past or make things better. It's okay to feel hurt or angry, but holding onto that resentment will only weigh you down."

Tara nodded, her expression thoughtful as she absorbed your words. "I know, Mom," she said quietly. “I just see Sarah and Joel, and sometimes I wish he was my father.”

Your heart ached at Tara's words, understanding the longing she felt for a stable and loving family dynamic. You reached out to gently squeeze her hand, offering her comfort and reassurance.

"I understand, sweetheart," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "But “what you have left to say was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing as if Joel sensed his name being mentioned; he was the one calling, “Oh my god, I’m going to dump him.”

Tara laughed at your words, encouraging you to answer the call, so you put your phone on speaker.

You glanced at Tara, sharing a laugh with her before answering the call. "Hey, Joel," you said, trying to hide the amusement in your voice.

"Hey, Doe," Joel replied, his voice warm and familiar. "I was just thinking about you. How's everything going?"

"We're on our way back home now," you replied, glancing at Tara as you drove. "I just had a little heart-to-heart."

"Everything okay?" Joel asked, his concern evident in his tone.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you reassured him. "Just some family stuff. How about you? How's your evening going?"

"It's going well," Joel replied. "Sarah and I just finished dinner. She's upstairs doing homework now. I miss you, though.”

You smiled at the warmth in Joel's voice, feeling a surge of affection for him. "You just saw it like an hour ago.”

“I know, but still,” he said. “However, I was calling you for another reason.”

“Oh?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I wanted to ask if Tara would like to join Sarah and me for lunch tomorrow after school; I’m taking the afternoon off," Joel said, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

You glanced at Tara, who perked up at the mention of her name. Tara's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, I would love to!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a tint of enthusiasm.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at Tara's eagerness. "You heard her," you confirmed to Joel, a sense of gratitude washing over you for his thoughtful invitation.

“Great!" Joel replied, his tone filled with genuine pleasure. "I look forward to it. See you tomorrow, then.” He paused, “Please tell your mother she is pretty and that I love her.”

“Bye! I love you,” you said on the phone.

You loved the way he had been including Tara in his life since you had returned to his, making an effortless attempt to make her feel loved and included in every single aspect of your now-joined lives.

The next day, Joel led the way to their table, his smile infectious as he engaged in playful banter with Sarah and Tara. The three of them seemed to hit it off effortlessly, their conversation flowing smoothly as they shared stories and jokes.

Throughout the meal, Joel made sure to include both girls in the conversation, asking about their interests and sharing stories from his own life. Sarah and Tara seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely, their laughter ringing out amidst the bustle of the restaurant.

Tara hadn’t felt this loved by a paternal figure since she was nine, and she couldn’t help but feel the beating of her heart increasing, knowing that this may be her reality for the rest of her life.

Tara found herself opening up to Joel in a way she hadn't with anyone else since her parents' divorce. His kindness and attentiveness made her feel seen and valued, filling a void she hadn't realized was there.

Unbeknownst to them, Dwight was nearby, observing the scene from a distance. His heart clenched with jealousy and bitterness as he watched Joel bond with his daughter. He had always believed that he was the only father figure Tara needed, but seeing her smile and laugh in Joel's presence made him realize that he had been wrong.

Dwight's resentment toward Joel only grew; the man hasn’t only kept the hold of his heart in the palm of his hand, but now he is stealing his daughter from him, and his mind is swirling with thoughts of how to regain control over Tara's affections. But little did he know, Tara's heart had already begun to open up to Joel, and there was no turning back.

As Joel led the way back to his truck, Sarah and Tara chatted animatedly behind him, their laughter ringing out in the crisp afternoon air. But their jovial mood came to an abrupt halt when Joel suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he examined the side of his truck.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

Joel crouched down, inspecting one of the truck's wheels. "It looks like we've got a flat tire," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Tara peered over his shoulder, her heart sinking as she saw the damage. "Is there anything we can do?" she asked, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over her.

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'll need to call for a tow truck," he replied, his tone resigned. "It looks like we're going to be here for a while."

As Joel pulled out his phone to make the call, Tara glanced at Sarah, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have caused the flat tire.

But a few seconds later, Joel came back. “I called Tommy; he is going to take the both of you home while I stay here waiting for the tow truck, okay?”

The teens nodded as Joel made the arrangements, and Tara and Sarah exchanged glances, silently communicating their concern. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they knew they could count on Joel to take care of the situation.

"Thanks, dad," Sarah said gratefully as Tommy's car pulled up beside them.

"Yeah, thanks," Tara echoed, offering Joel a reassuring smile.

Joel returned their smiles, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "No problem, girls," he said. "Just make sure to get home safely, okay?"

"We will," Sarah promised, giving Joel a quick hug before climbing into Tommy's car.

Tara followed suit, offering Joel a hug of her own before joining Sarah in the car. As they drove away, Tara couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Joel's kindness and reliability, even in the face of unexpected challenges.

After the girls were out of sight, a voice interrupted Joel’s solitude.

“First, now, are you trying to steal my daughter too?”

That voice. Joel knew that voice that damn well, and he was getting exhausted from hearing it.

Joel's jaw clenched as he turned to face the source of the voice, his expression a mix of frustration and irritation. "Dwight," he said evenly, his voice tinged with disdain. "What are you doing here?"

Dwight's lips curled into a sneer as he approached Joel, his eyes flashing with anger. "I saw you with your little girl and my daughter," he spat. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Dwight scoffed, his gaze cold and accusatory. "Right, like I'm supposed to believe that," he retorted. "You've been trying to worm your way into their lives ever since she came back and got to know my daughter.”

Joel's temper flared at the insinuation, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I care about Tara,” he said firmly. "And unlike you, I actually want what's best for her." He accused,” You saw her here, and you waited for her to go instead of saying hello to her, just to come up at me just like the pathetic loser you are.”

Joel's words struck a nerve with Dwight, his face contorting with anger. "You think you're better than me, huh?" He snarled, taking a menacing step closer to Joel. "You think you can just waltz in here and take over my daughter's life?"

Joel stood his ground, refusing to back down in the face of Dwight's aggression. "I'm not trying to take over anything," he said, his voice steady. "I just want to be there for Tara, to support her and care for her like she deserves."

Dwight scoffed, his fists clenched at his sides. "You don't know the first thing about being her father."

“And you do?” Joel asked, but the answer he received was Dwigth’s fist directly in his face.

As Dwight's fist connected with Joel's face, the impact sent a shockwave of pain through him. Joel stumbled backward, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch his throbbing eye. Anger flared in his eyes as he regained his balance, his jaw clenched tight.

"Is that how you fix your problems?" Joel growled, his voice laced with defiance. Despite the pain, he refused to let Dwight intimidate him. "You think you can just throw a punch and scare me off?"

Dwight's expression twisted into a snarl as he lunged forward again, this time hitting on Joel's jaw, causing him to bleed, but still, with a swift motion, Joel sidestepped Dwight’s attack, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.

“I’m not going to hit you, not because I can't, but because I have respect for Tara,” Joel said, letting Dwight go from his hold.

Dwight's expression softened slightly, though suspicion lingered in his gaze. "You think you're some kind of hero, huh?" He muttered, rubbing his sore arm.

Joel shook his head, his expression serious. "I'm not a hero," he said.

Dwight regarded Joel for a moment longer before finally turning away, his footsteps heavy as he retreated. Joel watched him go, his jaw still throbbing from the impact of Dwight's punches on his face.

After receiving a call from Tommy about the altercation between Joel and Dwight, you knew you had to go check on Joel. Despite the late hour, you made your way to his house, your heart heavy with worry.

When you arrived, you felt an uneasiness before knocking on the door. When Joel appeared behind the door, you took a look at his appearance. His purple eye and swollen jaw made your stomach twist in pain.

His eyes softened at the sight of you, but the tension on his shoulder told you he wasn’t pleased at all.

“Who told you?” he asked, not a greeting, nor a hug, nor a kiss.

"Tommy,” you replied carefully, studying his subtle behavior.

As you spoke, Joel's expression tightened, mixed frustration and resignation crossing his features. He didn’t step aside, and he didn’t invite you into the house. He just stood there with a weary expression.

“Are you okay?” You asked again.

“Let’s see. I look like an idiot with this on my face; I can’t go to work like this, and I feel tired of your ex-husband.”

You winced at Joel's words, feeling the blame on his words. You couldn’t help but feel guilty; after all, Dwight had appeared in his life because of you. You wished you could take away all this, but you knew that wasn't possible. Instead, you feel small in front of him.

Feeling the weight of Joel's frustration, you took a step closer, wanting to offer him comfort despite feeling somewhat responsible for the situation. "I'm sorry," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine remorse. You lifted your hands to cup his face delicately, but Joel grabbed your wrists before you could feel his face on your palms.

Your breath left your lungs, and your heart sank.

You could feel the tension radiating from him; his eyes were dark and unreadable as they bore into yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

"I appreciate your concern," Joel finally said, his voice strained. "But right now, I just need some space."

His words stung, a sharp pang of hurt shooting through you as you withdrew your hands from his grasp. You nodded silently, feeling a lump form in your throat as you struggled to contain your emotions.

"Are you putting the blame on me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You needed an answer before breaking down in front of him.

Joel's expression softened slightly at your question, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. He hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice tinged with regret.

"No, I'm not blaming you," he replied, his tone softer now. "I just... I need some time to process everything that's happened."

You nodded, understanding his need for space but unable to shake off the hurt that lingered within you.

“Go home, Doe,” he whispered.

With a heavy heart, you nodded in response to Joel's words. His request for space was clear, and though it pained you to leave him in such a state, you knew that respecting his boundaries was crucial in this moment.

"Okay," you whispered back, your voice barely above a murmur. "Take care of yourself, Joel."

Turning away, you walked slowly back to your car, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders. As you drove home, the silence of the car mirrored the heaviness in your heart, your thoughts consumed by the turmoil of emotions stirred up by the encounter with Joel.

It felt like the night he didn’t fight for you when you left him.

Arriving home with a heavy heart, tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you stepped through the door. Tara, ever-perceptive, noticed your somber expression immediately.

"Mom, what's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice as she hurried to your side.

You tried to offer her a reassuring smile, but it faltered as the weight of the day's events pressed down on you.

"It's nothing, sweetheart," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "Just a long day."

Tara studied you for a moment, her gaze searching yours for any sign of what was truly bothering you. Seeing the unshed tears in your eyes, she wrapped you in a gentle hug, offering you the comfort of her presence.

"Is it about what dad did to Joel?” She asked, waiting for your answer.

Your heart ached at Tara's question; her perceptiveness never failed to astound you. You pulled back slightly from the embrace, meeting her concerned gaze with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"How did you know?" you asked softly, impressed by her ability to see through you.

Tara sighed, her expression filled with empathy. "Sarah”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you nodded, grateful for Tara's understanding. "Of course,” you said. “Yes, it's about that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel so helpless, Tara. It’s all my fault for thinking we could be together again.”

“I don’t want you to say that ever again, mom,” Tara said, her tone clear enough.

Tara's words struck a chord deep within you, her unwavering support providing a glimmer of solace in the midst of your turmoil. You looked at her, your eyes brimming with tears, and felt a surge of gratitude for her strength and wisdom beyond her years.

"I'm sorry, Tara," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I just... I thought I could make things right, but instead, I've only caused more pain."

“I bet Joel wants space tonight, but that doesn’t mean anything bad.” She reassured me, “The way he looked at you, mom, He wouldn’t lose you over the prick of a father I have.”

Tara's words brought a small glimmer of hope to your heart; her unwavering faith in Joel's feelings for you offered a sense of reassurance in the midst of your doubts.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you said, your voice soft with gratitude. "I hope you're right. I just... I hate seeing him hurt because of me."

“He is not hurt because of you.”

Tara's reassurance was like a balm to your wounded soul, her unwavering belief in Joel's love for you providing a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of your doubts.

"You're right," you said, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Thank you for reminding me of that, Tara. I needed to hear it."

As the night wore on, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake off the nagging feeling of unease that lingered within you. The thoughts of Joel consumed your mind, his bruised face haunting your thoughts.

Despite Tara's reassurances, you couldn't shake off the guilt that weighed heavily on your heart. The urge to reach out to Joel, to check on him and apologize for everything, gnawed at you relentlessly.

You glanced at the clock beside your bed, its hands ticking away the seconds of the sleepless night. With a heavy sigh, you reached for your phone, the temptation to call Joel becoming too strong to resist.

But as your fingers hovered over the dial button, doubt crept in. What if he needed space? What if he was still angry?

With a frustrated groan, you set your phone aside, resigning yourself to the torment of your thoughts. Sleep remained elusive, the weight of guilt and uncertainty pressing down on you like a leaden blanket.

Just as you resigned yourself to the torment of your thoughts, your phone vibrated with the arrival of a notification. With a flutter of anticipation, you reached for it, your heart racing with hope.

The message was from Joel.

Your breath caught in your throat as you read his words, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding through you.

“Are you awake?”

You typed out a simple "yes,” and just seconds later, he was calling you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered Joel's call, the sound of his voice washing over you like a balm. "Hey," he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of weariness.

"Hey," you replied, unable to mask the relief in your voice.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Joel spoke again, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I just wanted to hear your voice," he admitted, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

A rush of warmth flooded through you at his confession, dispelling some of the tension that had been coiling in your chest. "I'm glad you called," you said softly, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "How are you feeling?"

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I just want to say sorry for the way I acted, and I wanted to remind you that I love you so much, Doe.”

"I love you too," you replied, your voice filled with tenderness. "More than you'll ever know."

“Go to sleep now, love,” he said, knowing you finally felt at ease. He would never repeat the same mistakes with you again.

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of Dwight's house, your heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and determination. You took a deep breath before raising your hand to knock on the door.

After a moment, the door swung open, revealing Dwight's girlfriend, his mistress. Her expression hardened when she saw you, and she spoke with a hint of disdain in her voice.

"My daughter is here," she stated bluntly, her tone bordering on hostility.

You held your gaze, refusing to be intimidated by her. "I didn't come for her," you replied evenly. "Where is Dwight?"

Her eyes narrowed at your question, and for a moment, she seemed to consider whether to answer. Finally, she stepped aside, allowing you to enter the house. "He's in the living room," she said tersely.

“Can you tell him to come outside?” you said, not showing emotion.

“Okay”

As Dwight stepped outside, closing the door behind him, you couldn't contain the surge of anger that coursed through you. Without a word, you lifted your hand and delivered a sharp slap across his face.

"Ouch, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dwight exclaimed, his hand instinctively rising to his stinging cheek.

"You know damn well what's wrong," you retorted, your voice laced with frustration and indignation.

Dwight's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't have to listen to this," he snapped, turning to walk away.

But you weren't finished. "Oh no, you're not getting away that easily." You grabbed him by the neck of his shirt.

As Dwight attempted to walk away, you couldn't let him escape so easily. Fueled by anger and frustration, you moved swiftly, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt to prevent him from leaving.

His eyes widened in surprise as you held him firmly, your grip tight and unwavering. "Let me go!" he growled, struggling against your hold.

You tightened your grip, refusing to back down. "No," you replied firmly, your voice dripping with determination. "We're going to have this conversation, whether you like it or not."

“Listen to me now. Joel didn’t press charges against you, but I will if you don’t stop acting like this.” Your grip on his shirt left him speechless. “I’m tired of you trying to ruin my happiness when you know damn well what you did, and not only that, but acting like a bully when you’re pushing your 40s is pathetic; you may be older than me but not wiser.”

Dwight's eyes narrowed as he listened to your words, a mixture of anger and resentment flashing across his face. Despite his attempts to break free, your grip remained firm, holding him in place.

“Are you threatening me?” he spat.

You met his glare with steely resolve, feeling fury and disgust towards that man. "I'm not trying to dictate anything," you replied, your tone unwavering. "I'm simply telling you how it's going to be if you don't change your behavior."

He didn’t say a word, inviting you to continue.

“Tara doesn’t want to see you, but I told her you’re her father, and what happened between us should define her relationship with you, but if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I’ll make sure you will never see her,” you stated firmly, your voice leaving no room for argument. "I won't hesitate to protect myself and my family from your toxicity, so you will take a step away for a while; you will change your behavior and start acting like a man; and once you’re ready to be a father, you call me, and we can arrange a meeting with Tara.”

He gulped. “Okay.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, and he averted his gaze, seemingly unable to meet your eyes.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual bravado. "I'll stay away... for now."

You nodded, not entirely convinced of his sincerity but determined to hold him to his word. "Good," you said firmly. "And remember, this is your chance to make things right. Don't waste it." You paused, “Now I want you to get on your knees and promise me you will never go for Joel like that.”

As you waited for Dwight's response, he hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted. But eventually, he let out a heavy sigh and slowly sank to his knees before you, a begrudging acknowledgment of your authority in this situation.

"I promise," he muttered, his voice strained with reluctance. "I won't go after Joel like that again."

You watched him carefully, your gaze unwavering, as you waited for him to finish his vow. Once he had spoken the words, you nodded, satisfied that he understood the gravity of his promise.

"Good," you said firmly, your tone leaving no room for doubt. “Go to be happy with the family you choose; you have the chance to be a good father for that little girl of yours. And you will let me be happy with a daughter and the man I love.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, ashamed for the first time, but you didn't want to buy his act so easily yet.

You observed him silently, your resolve unwavering as you awaited his apology. When he finally spoke, offering a half-hearted sorry, you shook your head.

"Say sorry when you mean it," you replied firmly, your tone leaving no room for ambiguity. "And remember your promise."

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Dwight kneeling on the ground behind you, you were determined to protect your family and ensure that Dwight stayed true to his word.

When you returned to your apartment, your heart skipped a beat as you noticed Joel standing by the door, a concerned look etched on his face. His eyes softened when he saw you, and he took a step forward, his expression filled with worry.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, stepping back at the sight of him, still carrying the colored traces of Dwight’s fist on his face.

“I wanted to see you, but nobody opened the door, so I was leaving,” he said, his voice laced with concern as he noticed a somber demeanor on you.

“Yes, Tara wanted to spend the day with my mom, so she left earlier and I was doing something,” you informed, stepping forward to open the door.

Joel followed you inside, his gaze lingering on your face with a mix of concern and curiosity. You could feel the weight of his gaze, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what was troubling you.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal about your encounter with Dwight. But seeing the genuine concern in Joel's eyes, you knew you could trust him with the truth.

"Not really," you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration. "I went to Dwight's.”

Joel's expression darkened at the mention of Dwight's name, his jaw tightening with anger. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, his tone low and dangerous.

You shook your head, offering him a small smile to reassure him. "No, nothing like that.” You paused, “It was actually me who slapped him on the face.”

Joel's eyes widened slightly in surprise at your revelation. "You slapped him?" he echoed.

You nodded, feeling a surge of empowerment at the memory of standing up to Dwight. "Yeah," you confirmed, with a hint of pride in your voice. "He had it coming."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Joel's lips. "I wish I could have seen that," he said, a touch of amusement in his tone.

You laughed softly at his comment, “Well, we also talked, mostly me, and I think it's all okay.”

Joel's smile softened at your words, his eyes reflecting his relief. "I'm glad to hear that," he said sincerely, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "You're incredibly brave, you know that?"

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “I’m not”

“Yes, you’re. You stood by yourself, and that’s always brave,” he reminded you, pulling back slightly. He cupped your face in his hands and met your gaze with all the love dancing in his eyes.

You smiled at him, lifting your hand to caress his face, where his eye was still bruised as a violet. Your heart ached for him, for love, and for the memories he always brought with him.

"This reminds me of something,” you murmured softly, your voice filled with a tint of amusement at the memory.

He chuckled softly, a fond smile playing on his lips as he recalled the same thought in his mind. “And I always get the girl,” he said.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as Joel's words echoed the sentiment you were about to share. "Yes, you do," you replied, your voice laced with affection. "But don't think you can use those puppy eyes to get out of trouble every time."

He stole a kiss from your lips and pressed his forehead against yours. "I still have the ring," he whispered.

Your heart skipped a beat at Joel's words, a rush of warmth flooding through you as you gazed into his eyes.

“Then, ask me,” you whispered back, your voice filled with love and certainty. You didn’t care about rushing things anymore; you knew that, for a marvelous reason, what had made you separate for thirteen years was the same reason that brought you back together, this time older and wiser, and you wanted to dive in, not hold back anymore.

Joel's eyes widened slightly in surprise at your words, his breath catching in his throat as he processed the depth of your request. But beneath the surprise, there was a glimmer of joy and a spark of hope that ignited in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he searched your eyes for any hint of hesitation.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I've never been surer of anything in my life," you replied, your voice filled with conviction.

“Well, I don’t have the ring with me right now,” he warned, embarrassed.

Your smile widened at Joel's words; his concern about the ring only added a touch of genuine joy to this. "That's okay," you reassured him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand.

“I’m doing this anyway,” he said, getting on one knee and causing you to chuckle, hiding the emotion in your throat.

As Joel kneeled before you, your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and joy. Despite the playful chuckle and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over, you allow him to continue.

"Will you marry me, Doe?"

a/n part 2: Before someone says the last part may be stupid, let's clarify this is fiction.

tags 💌: @joeldjarin @missladym1981 @yomiyasxx @aliengirl99 @lola8888673 @nottodaysattan @picketniffler @violinchick @sadgirlcheesecake @caitlynsixxx @luvwanda @sarahhxx03

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in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)

Warning: 18+, smut, slight age gap (younger male/older female), dark!harry

Hard candy- Masterlist / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 3 (Word count: 2.8k) - posted 15h August

Harry yawned, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow propped onto the counter in his candy store. He checked his wristwatch again, huffing in annoyance. It was awful, but someone had to do it. And by “had to”, he meant it in the literal sense.

He owned the store and for… legal reasons, he couldn’t hire a salesman. He had to be the one to do it. The candyman, as it were.

It was excruciatingly boring. But he had no choice but to sit there, Monday to Friday, from 11am to 7pm and put on a chipper attitude for the kids and a seductive lilt for the ladies. The latter of which he didn’t mind at all, usually. Not that he minded the kids either, he was genuinely fond of kids. Otherwise he would’ve pretty much gone mad doing this for the past 2 years. But the ladies were the only true perk of this whole thing (except for the other undisclosed ones of running this business).

Who would’ve thought that being a candyman would get him laid as much as it did? Not him, but it was the only thing that kept him from going batshit crazy with boredom on the daily. It was easy, really. Kids would rarely come into the store by themselves. Usually they’d be accompanied by their nannies or mothers. Thankfully not so much grandmothers, as they tended to not want to overly spoil their grandkids or were too mindful of looming cavities. The odd male customer now and again, but unfortunately chivalry seemed to have indeed died, since so few ever stepped over his threshold. Women, as it turned out, were much more inclined to either succumb to their own sweet-tooth, or make a nice gesture in the form of gift giving candies to someone else.

His favourite were the mothers, though. The MILFs, as Harry unashamedly called them.

Harry couldn’t deny it, he’d always had a thing for older women, and there was just something about women that had children of their own. Mothers were just instinctively nurturing, warm, empathic, kind, gentle whilst simultaneously strong, fierce, downright cutthroat when it came to protecting what was theirs. And, to Harry, they were women, in the truest sense of the word. Not all women were cut out to be mothers, you had to really be a force to be reckoned with to want to take on such a role.

On top of all that, Harry found mature women to be extremely in tune with their bodies. They knew what they wanted, how they wanted it, and they took what they wanted unapologetically. Something primal seemed to awaken within women that had given birth, it’s like a switch they’d flick within themselves and they’d finally realize their inegalable worth in this world. They knew they were unstoppable. And fuck, was that sexy.

Having been with both younger and older women, he much preferred the latter because of all of these reasons. Younger women had their own appeal to be sure, but he just found himself significantly more attracted to older ones, both physically and on an emotional level as well. He found that he just didn’t quite have the patience for women younger than him, and at 27 that shrunk his dating pool considerably, most having already gotten married by the very least by then.

Harry knew it was twisted of him, but fucking married women was, to him, maybe the most exciting experience. Apart from the obvious thrill of bettering another man and taking what was rightfully someone else’s, he absolutely loved treating these neglected women (for otherwise they wouldn’t be seeking an extramarital affair, after all) the way they deserved to be treated. Most were downright touch starved, and extremely willing to please. He’d treat them right and they would shower him in praise and be so, so grateful and eager to express their gratitude- however he deemed fit.

Not that he was complaining, but Harry just couldn’t understand how come such gorgeous, amazing women were being neglected by their husbands. Some men just didn’t know how to appreciate the treasure they’d somehow landed, since obviously they weren’t deserving of it in the first place. He didn’t understand how so many chased younger women in detriment of what they had back home, since, he for one thought mature women were so much more fun in bed. Maybe some men got off to the idea of showing a woman how to properly suck them off but he for one much rathered someone who knew exactly how to work him to the point where he was rendered speechless. These women were experienced, and they were more than capable of catering to a man’s needs instead of just being pillow princesses.

And Gabrielle was testament to all of this. Could a younger woman pull off what she’d done to him the previous night? Not likely. He smirked to himself remembering her little stunt at the end there, where she left him high and dry after she got hers and he felt himself getting hard at the memory of it alone. Was it infuriating? Yes. Infuriatingly hot.

He loved a woman that could challenge him in bed. And Gabrielle, sweet, proper Gabrielle, the one he’d lusted after ever since he’d first landed eyes on, was the most pleasant surprise in a long while.

How many times had he fantasised about fucking her brains out while poor old David was at work? He’d lost count. She’d been his wet dream for so long, the hot MILF across the fence, but she ended up exceeding all his expectations. She was such a good match for him, she had no idea.

Literally. They hadn’t even gotten to the good part when she left. He didn’t get to prove himself to her, and he was kicking himself for it. He should’ve tried harder, but he was just so stunned by her boldness and taken aback by the mere fact that she actually showed up, not to mention enthralled by their little nurse/patient act, that he just lost himself in the moment, completely giving himself over to her.

He wasn’t mad at her for leaving like that, if anything it ignited his obsession for her to the point where it was now all consuming. He was just upset that he couldn’t show her how good he could give it to her. Aside from eating her sweet cunt out, he’d just sat there and let her take the reigns, which had felt amazing and by the way she’d reacted the feeling had been mutual, but he didn’t get to prove himself to her and fuck her like he’d always imagined.

The doorbell chimed, snapping him out of his reverie, and his eyes landed on one of his regulars. A smirk played on his lips remembering how the woman in front of him had gagged on him last time she’d been in there, and judging by her mirrored expression she was recounting the same events in her mind’s eye.

"Why, hello there. Anything I can help you with today?" he smiled devilishly at her. She was definitely younger than him, but just because he had a preference for MILFs didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy other women as well. A pity that he couldn’t get closer to the real deal, to satiate his particular craving after Gabrielle had left him wanting, but she’d do just fine. She always did.

"Yeah, actually. Ever since I woke up today I've been craving something sweet. Do you happen to have any lollipops or... I don’t know, something else to suck on that will last a bit longer? I just can never seem to have enough of these things."

It wasn’t long until Harry shut the blinds in the store and flipped the sign over to “we’re closed” before locking the door securely and turning all his undivided attention to his eager customer “Well, well. If it isn’t your lucky day. Sounds like you got a bit of an oral fixation” he chuckled lowly, eyeing her from under the lashes of his hooded eyes

“Maybe some of those jawbreakers…” she hummed

Harry winced, biting his lower lip “Those are really sour tasting though, and you mentioned you’d like something sweet…”

She batted her eyelashes innocently at him “I don’t mind a bit of sourness… would it make me drool a lot?”

“They’re quite big also… wouldn’t be able to close your mouth all the way and you’ll definitely drool all the way down the middle of your… generous decolletage, there” Harry swallowed thickly

“I don’t mind getting a bit messy” the women leaned over the counter for him to get an even better view of what he was staring at already

“…Let me give you a sample, then” he beckoned her with a come hither motion of his index finger and just like that, she once again found herself deepthroating Harry behind the counter.

But he was craving more than just that today, he wanted to scratch the itch Gabrielle had left him with and he decided the woman whose name he didn’t even know was going to have to do. It wasn’t long before he pulled her off of him with an audible pop, then turned her around and splayed her upper half over the counter. “Be a doll and hold on tight, sweetheart” he warned sweetly as he quickly pulled on a condom he always had at the ready and then pushed into her from behind without facing much resistance. She was positively dripping for him.

“Hard enough for you, darling?” he asked, pounding into her mercilessly. They could hear all the candy rattle in their glass jars on the display with each hard thrust of his hips against her bottom.

She shook her head, holding her breath “Harder!”

Harry growled, sliding out of her, pressing her chest flat against the counter using his large hand, the other landing right across the tender flesh of her ass for legerage, the echo of his slap resonating throughout the candy store before he impaled her in one swift, hard thrust “Fucking take it, then!”

The woman shrieked as he drove into her deeper than anyone had probably ever reached “Oh, God! Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning to” he gritted his teeth, then yanked at her ponytail causing the angle to change dramatically and she cried out, pleasure visibly overtaking her every senses as her pubic bone now also continuously hit the hard surface of the counter “Like that, sweet thing? You’re the sweet, I’m the hard. Makes. For. A. Great. Combo” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust “Don’t you think?”

She didn’t get to reply, her orgasm seemingly completely taking her by surprise making her shake violently as he rode her through it just right, milking every single aftershock out of her.

“Lasted long enough for you, darling? C'mon. Back on your knees. You can suck on hard candy all you want for being such a good girl. There’s even a surprise filling at the end, ah? Only the best for you, sweet thing. Now open up”

Harry was nothing if not indulgent. A generous lover. She wanted him down her throat and he couldn’t deny her, ultimately.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the worst of jobs, fronting the store. These sweet “lunch breaks” more than made up for the overall boredom that came with selling candy.

But even boredom was welcomed when his after hours comprised of much more… thrilling activities.

Closing the store (for real, this time), Harry emptied the register. He shook his head amusedly; how the IRS bought into him owning this candy shop for 2 years with minimal profit, barely breaking even actually, was beyond him. But a good accountant was priceless in these scenarios, and that’s why he had the best of the best.

Jeff wasn’t the kind of man you’d suspect to be into laundering money. Which was precisely what he needed. Again, priceless.

Switching off the lights he unlocked the backdoor that led to the storage. Nothing spectacular if you didn’t count the hidden door that led to the basement. Said basement hadn’t been included in the blueprint of the store, of course. It was practically, legally at least, nonexistent. Opening it up using the passcode hidden behind boring wall decor, he was met with the scowl of his… business partner.

“You know, these walls really aren’t as soundproof as they should be” the man mumbled as he continued his meticulous work unphased

Harry smirked “Oh, really?”

The man finally made eye contact “Wipe that smirk off your face. I make important phone calls in here. Haul stuff in here”

Harry shrugged amusedly “S’just candy”

“Yeah, when I haul it in. How about when I take it out back?”

Harry feigned confusion “Still candy, of course. Whatever are you implying, Mitch?”

The young man rolled his eyes and resumed his work, muttering his disapproval

“Any deliveries due for tonight?” Harry assumed a more serious tone, approaching his friend

“Yeah, Niall will be over in a few”

Harry nodded “Good, good. Quite a few this week so far, eh?”

Mitch huffed, raising his eyebrows, visibly pleased with how things were progressing. Harry was pleased as well. Everything was going swimmingly.

Just then they heard the passcode being punched in from the other side of the discreet yet sturdy door, sliding it open.

“Speak of the devil” Harry hummed at the young man climbing down the few steps towards them, rubbing his hands together

“All set?”

“Almost” Mitch carefully finished assembling the last batch under the watchful gaze of his partners

Harry then diverted his gaze back to his fairer friend “What’s the story here?”

Niall flinched away from Harry’s prodding finger, caressing his brow bone in its wake “Just a minor… misunderstanding”

“Anything I should be worried about?”

“Nah, it’s fine I’ll ice it when I get home”

Harry deadpanned “I wasn’t referring to your blackeye”

Niall crossed his arms over his chest “Ever the doting friend, aren’t ya? No, nothing to worry about. I handled it” Harry raised an eyebrow to which Niall reiterated “I did!” he raised his fisted hand, showing off his bruised knuckles

Harry winced playfully “You really should consider my method” he mirrored his friend’s stance, showcasing his ring adorned fingers

“Yeah, I’ll pass”

Harry shrugged “You’re missing out. They’re quite fun to use in the bedroom as well, see? I turn the H and S ones over towards my palm and ta-da! Got my initials all over some lucky chick’s ass”

“And bonus, Mitch gets to hear all about it in the basement!” Mitch sing-songs sarcastically and Niall cackles his trademark laughter

“Yeah, I’ll pass. You do you, though”

“Or literally anybody else” Mitch countered

“Hey” Harry scolded over his friends’ cackles “Not anybody”

“Anybody over 30, my apologies”

Harry squinted his eyes “If you must know, what you just heard upstairs was me railing someone younger. She couldn’t have been older than 23”

“Yeah, slow day. I get bored in here too, so I’m not judging”

Harry rolled his eyes to Niall’s amusement and Mitch’s lips ghosted a faint smile, visibly pleased with his comebacks. They both loved to tease Harry for what they called his “mommy kink” although Harry insisted that was not what it was. And it wasn’t, truly, which is what irked him about his friends’ presumptions of his taste in women, however jestingly they’d meant it.

“That true, H? Is it really slim pickings out there? Maybe I should front the store for a while and you can handle deliveries for a change, then”

“How altruistic of you, Niall”

“I know. ‘Tis what I’m known for”

“Absolutely. Mitch, how about you? Wanna beat someone up? Since we’re switching places let’s just fuck it all up while we’re at it” he shrugged

Mitch gasped “Sick! Been dying to use my signature roundhouse kick”

“Only we can’t let H in here with the goods, can we?” Niall cackled but his own laughter died down on its own when he realized he’d taken it too far.

After a long moment of awkward silence, Harry muttered “Guess we can’t, can we” he then cleared his throat “Ok. I’m off for the evening. You guys good?”

“Mhm” Niall nodded, avoiding eye contact and Mitch gave him a knowing look

“Night, bossman”

Harry gestured a halfhearted wave as he climbed up the stairs and made his way out of the store using the backdoor, unlocking his car remotely.

“Guess we can’t” he mumbled to himself, driving off, changing gears a tad more forcefully than required.

A/N: soooooooooooooo, we learn a bit more about harry. looks like it's more to him than just a candyman with a high libido 👀 i'm excited to take this story further! can't wait to read your thoughts on it so far! oh and yeah, hope you like the new characters as well 😆

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💌 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲: The gang misses you, you should come see us (Tr masterlist)

💌 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨: Explore tevayt with you ? That doesnt seem a bad way to spend my time(Genshin masterlist)

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MASTERLIST

legend — popular!💌 — all works are fluff !

tokyo revengers

mixed! (all gangs may be mentioned)

they see you in the middle of beating someone up 💌

sitting near you!

hugs!

hcs from yours truly

how people found out you were dating 💌

mixed up feels (awkward moments) 💌

physical affection 💌

dodging a kiss

readers’s birthday

cheers!— drinking scenarios

silent love 💌

tr boys x reader with personality like yoimiya/hutao!

tr boys x reader with personality like eula!

bonten

relationship w them

dorms 💌

crush phase

roomates

tokyo manji gang

the gang as youtubers!

when you talk to someone for too long 💌

reacting to being pulled by the belt

ill do anything for you! (random scenarios) 💌

ran

his motor bike

embarassing romance

my girlfriend is an idol?

being his housewife

goody two shoes

styling his hair 💌

reacting to you falling asleep

reacting to a deadpan smile from you

rindou

compliment overload from drunk gf! 💌

styling his hair 💌

kakucho

compliment overload from drunk gf! 💌

comforting his insecure gf

shinichiro

his motor bike

compliment overload from drunk gf! 💌

taiju

compliment overload from drunk gf! 💌

hanma

how people found out you were dating

takeomi

nicknames from you

mikey

reacting to you falling asleep

draken

styling his hair 💌

dating ice skater reader

mitsuya

embarassing romance

yn streamer crush

goody two shoes

dating ice skater reader

reacting to you falling asleep

kazutora

yn streamer crush

imagine— going to his house for the first time

how people found out you were dating

styling his hair 💌

reacting to a deadpan smile from you

baji

embarassing romace

imagine—his thoughts when he changed his appearance

styling his hair 💌

reacting to a deadpan smile from you

chifuyu

his motor bike

yn streamer crush

goody two shoes

dating ice skater reader

hakkai

dating an artist reader

nahoya

compliment overload from drunk gf! 💌

dating ice skater reader

genshin

mixed! (adult males in genshin)

hcs from yours truly 💌

elemental reaction = love!

160% love ? 💌

business trip

diluc

being taken care of by him

kamisato ayato

show up will you? (angst)

7:am

arataki itto

dating hcs

protective itto

blue lock

dense boyfriend (rin, barou, sae)

tears of themis

TOT core!

honkai star rail

dan heng

crush on healer!reader

#+new spice for you!#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #genshin impact #ran haitani #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #kazutora hanemiya #draken #rindou haitani

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‘ ASK FOR A CAR WHILE YOU RIDE THAT DICK! — multi.

☰ ft : time skip + sugar daddy! sanzu, izana, kakucho, wakasa, akashi, inupi, koko x f! bimbo! reader

+ synopsis : asking your sugar daddy for a car while riding him!! heavily inspired by; cardi b – WAP feat. megan thee stallion. | est. 1.3k wc

cw/tw : sws + riding, sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics, age gaps (legal), overstimulation, pet names, awkward moments?!

— pt. one! • pt two!

☰ HARUCHIYO SANZU ,

— he's a very coarse sugar daddy, reckless and not even shameful about it. you don't truly know how he gets his money to spoil you so much–or even if it's his own money. but either or, sanzu is mean when flaunting his money at you–crude to say the least. if he gives you money he expects some blowjobs soon, if not, he stops spoiling you. it's always on his time, but when it is, he's so much fun!–crazy, but he always makes you laugh at his crazed stupidity.

the rough skin on skin echoing in the dim room rattles at your core, listening to the sloppy mess of your sopping pussy milking his cock at each heavy and breathless bounce.

“sanzu!” his name drags out with an empty moan from your lips, almost pitching to the ears–not only you're trying to fuck him, but his eager hips keep rolling against yours; too antsy to wait for you to drop back down–already jutting his hips up every time your sopping folds are teasing at his blushing tip.

“fuck me right.” sanzu hisses with cruel hands bruising at your sides, forcing your rhythm to be faster than what it already is. he's so impatient.

“don't be so mean! you're too big to ride like this and that quick.” you pant with heavy breaths, naked chest heaving with pearls of sweat.

“fine, fine. but is there any way an offer can motivate you to keep up baby?” his cock throbs as you settle against him, feeling the heavy pulse twitch deep inside of your weeping gummy walls.

your head tilts with wide eyes.

“well, now that you ask! i promise i will never ever complain and i promise i’ll keep up as long as you buy me a pretty red car!” you spring up, eager hands slapping hard against his chest.

regrets foil at his brain. he wishes he can watch his words around you more carefully knowing how dimwitted you can truly be..

“fuck it. sure baby, but keep that promise or i’ll get it towed.”

☰ KUROKAWA IZANA ,

— he was a bit hesitant at first, but the little sparkle in your eyes made this crazed man give in soon enough. izana is a little more ‘lowkey’ about being a sugar daddy–he just never thought he'd get so lonely that he'd need a little stupid slut to keep him company.. he's more spontaneous about fucking you more than the thought of spoiling you with his money, yet seeing you get all excited about the pretty pink dresses in the stores fills something missing in his heart.

you were always so used to those wide and docile eyes of his keeping still, almost not even blinking–deathly just starting into yours, but now, those pretty hues are behind heavy lids.

izana can barely keep his eyes open, just the smallest of peaks you can catch glimpse of them through his lashes. his mouth is even wider–used to him not talking much but it hinges slightly open with breathy groans feathering out soon as you sink yourself down to the base of his cock.

“fuck, you ride so fuckin’ good.” izana’s head cranes back with pretty frilled white hair following along.

“i can also ride a bugatti just as good!” you perk up, catching the symmetry in his face to shift at the sudden outburst. his eyes twitch open, and his mouth closes, confusion settling in his features.

“i mean, if you get me one i can prove it!” your hips grind against his lap unintentionally creaming his cock with your slippery mess. and the question ringing at his ears buzzes off, just the thought of you milking him ached at izana.

“sure, sure. we'll get one tomorrow, but i just want you riding me right now.”

☰ KAKUCHO ,

— he's so sweet. he may look like a big scary man, but he's such a lover–he's always so adamant about setting up schedules for a new pedicure or some new lashes for you, more than you are, even sending you money when you two aren't together. he likes to take care of you, to say the least. he even enjoys spending more quiet time and sharing dinner together at late-night restaurants, the kinds that treat you to the fullest. he's more of a gentleman than the common sugar daddy, he respects you, and the hustle.

he seems the type to enjoy being the only one in charge, but the blurbs of groans spewing from between his lips like a drunk says otherwise..

kakucho was too focused on your sweet pussy gushing around his throbbing cock, too focused on the puddled mess of cum dribbling out your little cunt as you prop yourself up and down his hefty cock.

in such euphoria, you riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension from work.

“perfect, so perfect.” kakucho groans with a lolling head and long hair curtaining his beating flushed face.

“perfect enough to get a new and pretty car!? like a pretty bright mercedes!” your sudden and quick movements made his stomach churn and heavy balls to tighten up.

he almost even flinches, “a what?”

“a pretty bright mercedes!” you repeat with wide eyes that hint with a sparkle and he looks confused but it lures him in.

“of course baby, you are perfect enough to get a new mercedes.”

☰ WAKASA IMAUSHI ,

— wakasa is not the best. he looses track when he should even pay or spoil you–but never when you should get on your pretty ‘lil knees for him. he's also lazy at times, not too keen on going out much–morr of a homebody, but he’ll let you roam around with his card in hand once in a while.

wakasa only truly enjoys you riding him, those droopy and lazy eyes speak for themselves. he's too busy all of the time, and now he just wants someone doing work for him..

with hooded eyes, he lazily counts heavy money in his hands as you slide yourself up and down the fat of his cock breathlessly. riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension built up in him.

you can feel your knees almost buckle, shakily trying to lift yourself back up. and with a heavy sigh, you bottom out–clammy hands tremor at his sides and numbing thighs are sticky with sweat.

“hey, you can stop when i cum, remember the rules?” wakasa doesn't even bat an eye up at you, only focused on splitting and staking the money across his bare stomach.

you huff and pinch your fingers together, “well, i’ll just take this since this is going on longer than usual.” taking a wallop of money into your hands, and wakasa finally peers up at you.

“it wouldn't be if you were fucking me right, and what do you think your gonna do with that?” he eyes you with a jutting cock throbbing deep in your cunt.

“buy myself a car, something you should've been got me.”

☰ TAKEOMI AKASHI ,

— akashi is more caring than you'd think someone like him would be. he's easy on you, almost fatherly; making sure your alright when you two aren't together, sending you money for ‘lunch’, and pressing other guys to fuck off. he's protective, to say the least, he doesn't mean to be, he just wants to spoil you since he does get lonely with no family around to spend time with instead, and an older man like him struggles to get on normal dates with women his age.

the toxic stick rolling in akashi’s mouth puffs out smoke in sync with the guttural groan he hisses, feeling your new nails bite deeper into his broad shoulders as you try to take in his heavy cock with each determined roll of your aching hips.

“fuck, feels so fuckin’ good.” akashi’s messy hair is tangled up in his face but you don't mind, he looks so pretty like this.

“‘n good girls deserve it all.” he blurbs out with needy hands clinging to your sides, thumbs soothing at the soft skin.

with tricky and unattended words like that, your fuzzy brain goes a mile a minute, thinking of all the things you can get, new lashes and nails, shoes, clothes..

“i want a car then.” your tone is almost serious, your rhythm even settling against his pelvis to make this bold statement–his pretty cock fully delved into you as you do.

akashi’s cigarette almost fell out his mouth.

“a car? right now?” his brows furrow in with a deep crease, trying hard to not explain what he actually meant.

“duh! you can like order them online or somthin’!”

☰ SEISHU INUPI ,

— he's a doll. such a gentleman. he respects everything you do. he respects that you're doing what you enjoy, being spoiled and fucked. and yes, he may not be much of a talker but he enjoys giving the best for you; he's always more than willing to give you what you want and what you need than sex. don't get him wrong, he loves your pretty little pussy so much but again, he also enjoys spending time together almost as if you two are an actual couple.

his cock is thick, a bit intimidating as it barrels deep into your little cunt each time you roll your hips harder against his pelvis. even a milky translucent ring of sticky cream rings around the pulsing fat of his base.

and trying hard not to make much noise in his office as curious customers scan through shiny cars in his shared shop feels almost dangerous. a dangerous game of keep quiet.

his chair is smooth enough to keep an easy balance as you clash your hips together; pretty pussy sucking in his cock each shift. only panting, soft moans, and mutters spew out your mouth, and you try hard to muffle them into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, even biting down at the pulse.

until your heavy eyes catches a glimpse through the shaded curtain, and all thoughts scatter in the matter of seconds.

“inupi! that! i want that car.” your practically yelling and trying to open the curtains, almost exposing both of your sweating, naked bodies sticking together, but his hands are faster, catching yours and trying hard to get you to lean back–the blushing crown of his cock almost even poped out as you leaned over to take a better and eager look at the new bright and blue lamborghini.

“y/n!? about twenty people are walking around in there, you can't just do that–”

“i don't care, i want that car.” you pout, and settle back onto him, the quick fill jolted at you, but you're quick to cross your arms against your naked chest.

“alright, fine. i’ll tell draken to put it to the side..”

☰ HAJIME KOKONOI ,

— the worst. koko is annoyingly cocky about his money and treats you like an actual slut. he looks down at anyone who has less than him–and poking at the thought of sharing his stolen success with someone like you makes him want to chuckle in your face.. but giving and receiving isn't too bad–as long as you're giving him more than what your getting, you have to work for it just how he did at one point.. once you do, he treats you like a little cum princess, even letting you run around with his card for a few hours.

your knees keep buckling. you're not so used to riding koko and his big cock–especially backwards with feet pressing hard into the silky satin sheets and aching thighs trying to bounce yourself against him. but the feel of cold hard cash sliding against the soft fat of your ass takes your mind far.

and with each heavy bounce, koko slides in more money, letting it run down your sides and pool around the bed, almost mimicking the feel of romantic rose petals.

“all this money, ‘n it's all yours. so spoiled.” koko hisses out a deep groan at the hard press of your ass. and that cocky remark lit something in you, ringing in those little thoughts to quickly pile in.

“could by a new car with all this—”

“i was just about to ask!” you ask all perky and you don't stop your quick rhythm against him; sopping cunt still sucking in his heavy, beating cock at each drag you roll against him with.

koko almost chuckles at the cheerful pitch in your voice and the determination to please him, “hm? well, as long as you can ride me just as good in there, then of course i’ll get you one.” he sleazily slips in more money between your thighs.

tags : @sparklingtragedy , @kenmasbimbo , @sacvh , @rynfushiguro14 , @sauza , @getosbunny !!!

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