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nicole-alt-delete · 1 year

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It was a hot summer day in Hawkins and the kids had dragged them into helping with some game once again. Eddie was more than thrilled to help, Robin had managed to escape with Nancy on a "supply run" and Steve was currently taking orders from Max, the only one of them who'd remembered to say please.

Eddie wasn't really sure what the end goal was but it seemed like they were one step away from LARPing- just changed the name so Max and El would still play. He was helping Will by carving this big fuck-all stick into a cane for him when the gravel behind him crunched under someone's feet, and a second later Steve was saying "Hey, I'm borrowing this- Thanks-" Not stopping for the answer before Eddie felt a tug at his back pocket.

He instantly whipped around, spluttering, "Absolutely not-" and before Steve could even take a step he was fiercely gripping his black bandana taut between them like the world's saddest game of tug of war. Steve loosened his grip a little, making a point of not tugging on it or ripping it, just looking confused as he waited for an explanation.

Eddie blushed for a moment, realizing the position he'd put himself in, how protective he got over a little piece of fabric. He stammers for a second, "I- you can't just- I need that man,"

Steve quirks an eyebrow at him, clueless. "What do you mean you need it? It's been in your pocket every day and I've only seen you actually wear it once. C'mon just for today- the girls don't have any hair ties and I need to put my hair up, it's killing me,"

He sighs a little, fully aware there's nothing reasonable he could say to Steve here. He very much cannot tell him that he *needs* it just in case some hot guy walks by and happens to know what it means. That's ridiculous- especially when the guy he most wants to see it is the one tugging it away from him in the first place. Steve has no idea what it means and Eddie doesn't expect him to but it still drives him insane thinking that it could happen.

Alternatively, the idea of Steve putting his hair back with Eddie's bandana drives him a little insane too.

So he blushes, sighs, and lets go of it. Points at Steve firmly, "You better give that back Harrington, or I swear-"

Steve smiles and starts walking backwards with it, already rolling it up into a hairband as he cuts him off, "Yeah, I know Eds, you can hold it against me forever, promise,"

He runs off back to the other kids and Eddie shakes his head at him, flustered and annoyed, and forgetting himself until Will clears his throat behind him.

He doesn't say anything but he's smiling and making this little face as he looks away from Eddie, like he knows something.

"So uh. The stick?"

"Right- yes- stick- cane- it's a cane for a mighty wizard, let's go,"

He didn't think he'd notice it so much, but the empty feeling in his pocket is driving him crazy. He'd been wearing that stupid thing since he learned it was a thing people do- a stolen trip up to the city on a bus he snuck onto, a weekend as a runaway before he sucked it up and went back home.

Someone had called him queer and he turned expecting a fight only to see a group of freaks who stood out more than himself. They had smiled and asking him why he was all alone, and been worried. One wanted to make sure Eddie hadn't been kicked out. Another wrapped her scarf around him, and before he knew it he was in the back of a gay bar with people he'd never met and felt like he could tell anything to.

The idea of proudly wearing something that singled him out- but only to the right people- made his hart light up. It was like a new language, like thieves' cant, something secret and magic.

He'd spent hours asking about colors and being confused and rightfully embarrassed by more than a few of the answers. Some sounded better than others, some made his face flush. At the end of the day he felt better than he had in ages and he had the courage to go back home to Wayne.

Before he got back on a bus he stopped into a second hand shop and grabbed the first black bandana he could find. He debated the whole ride home which side to put it on. When he walked back up to the trailer door ready to apologize, it hung proudly out of his back left.

Eddie had let Steve wear it home and it was killing him, but they had stayed out late and he half forgot anyways, and Steve's hair did look pretty cute pushed back like that. Steve had promised to give it back anyways, and Eddie trusted him fully.

He just also really, really, really wanted it back as soon as possible.

So for once he got up before noon (barely- just after eleven,) and made his way to Family Video and hopped Steve had left it in his car or something so that he could get it back then and there.

What he wasn't expecting was to walk in and see Steve bent over behind the counter with the damn thing hanging out of his right pocket, as if he had any goddamn idea what that meant.

Eddie nearly had a heart attack and was thankful the store was empty like it always was so he could sprint over, jump the counter and yank the thing out of his pocket immediately.

"What do you think you're doing wearing it like that?!"

Steve had barely registered the jingle from the door, let alone Eddie launching himself at him, and was thoroughly surprised to say the least, nearly knocking over a display as he reacted.

"Hey! Jesus man- you can't be- what's the big deal??? That's exactly how you wear it all the time- I was just keeping it safe til I saw you again,"

He stared at Eddie properly confused, a little on guard still from how suddenly he had leapt over and how worked up he seemed.

Eddie took a deep breath and sighed, folding the bandana up in his hands and just holding it for a moment, debating what to tell Steve.

After a second Steve makes this little head movement like 'well? go on?' clearly waiting for an explanation and Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs.

"It's- Look, Stevie, you can't wear it like that, you're not- I mean it's. It's like- a symbol, okay?"

Steve leans on the counter and frowns, confused.

"A symbol?"

"Yes- yeah, like- like those little cross necklaces moms wear or Dustin's star wars shirts. They're symbols....for the same kind of people to pick up on,"

He struggles with the words, trying hard to insinuate just enough without giving it all away, still hesitantly afraid of Steve's reaction.

But Steve just looks thoughtful. Nodding a little, putting a finger to his lip as the gears turn.

"So- okay, what's it symbolize then?"

He'd been hoping Steve wouldn't make it that far.

"It's- uh. It's really not..."

Steve stares, "Man I'm not gonna judge you- just- why's it such a big deal that I can't wear it like that too?"

Eddie can't help but laugh, "If anyone who knows what it means saw YOU with it- you would- no, you'd set yourself on fire I'm sure of it,"

He shakes his head, holding the bandana tighter in his fists.

Steve only frowns though, "Eds, what's it mean? If you don't tell me I'll just get my own and wear it until someone else does,"

Eddie looks mildly terrified by the idea but laughs at it all the same. "No- No, god do not do that Harrington-"

"Then tell me,"

"I can't, it's really-"

"Eddie, I'm gonna steal it back,"

And he does, reaches for the bandana in his hands as Eddie pulls away, the two of them starting to bicker and wrestle for it, each equally stubborn until the point that Steve actually does manage to grab it.

The tension gets to him and Eddie can't help it anymore, he just blurts, "It means I'm gay, Steve!"

It makes Steve pause and Eddie uses the moment to grab it back and quickly shove it in his back pocket again, blushing furiously and hoping Steve doesn't take it too badly.

Steve's mouth opens a little to say something in response, but the door jingles and his head snaps to it, Eddie instantly hitting the floor because he's still behind the counter where he most certainly should not be.

A man comes in and asks where the new releases are and Steve happily helps him, leaving Eddie plenty of time to crawl out from behind the counter and sneak out. He almost gets away with it too, but the door opens again, jingles and Steve twists his head.

"Eddie, wait- We're not done- I'll talk to you about this later!"

Eddie doesn't look back at him as he runs out the door past Robin who had been bringing lunch back for her and Steve. She tries to greet him but he just blurts "Gotta go, Buckley," and darts past.

If he'd looked back he would have noticed how red Steve's face was. Part 2

#Nico's writing #ficlet #steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #st4 #Stranger Things #i found this in my wip docs and realized i forgot about it???#so i figured i'd post this much and see if it convinces me to finish part 2 👀#also uh i did not beta read this so #be kind

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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Suck It and See | Joel Miller

Authors Note | Alright fuckers, you can blame @swiftispunk for this one. She dropped absolute filth into my inbox last night and it's all I've been able to think about since. Imagine Joel giving you the look from the last gif from here whilst in that position above?! SAY LESS PLEASE. Wrote this in like four hours, so excuse any mistakes.

Warnings | Honestly this is just literal porn. Rough, sloppy blowjob and some cum play at the end and nothing much else. I'm not even sorry. Enjoy.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

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It’s raining yet again. You recoiled into the shiver that went up your spine as you glared out of the window, cursing the fact that it had rained yesterday, and the day before and was likely to rain tomorrow. The dingy apartment in the QZ is so old and damp that nothing has a chance to properly dry out, unless it’s the height of summer, so you’re sat in a pair of cold, damp jeans and a t-shirt, hoping that the blanket wrapped around your shoulders would help for warmth. It didn’t.

It's dark out and there are very few people milling about the streets below you. A few FEDRA assholes patrolling the streets and the last few stragglers trying to make it home before curfew hits, but it doesn’t strike you as an evening that’s going to be memorable. You turn your attention back to the book in your lap. You have no idea what it’s about, if anyone asked you to explain the plot to them, you’d fail, despite being almost three-quarters finished. Joel had brought it back with him from his last smuggling run, he’d tossed it in your direction, mumbling something about ‘the cover lookin’ like somethin’ you’d enjoy.” You had no idea what he was talking about considering the cover featured a scantily clad woman and her hero without his shirt on. Come to think of it, there really wouldn’t be much plot to explain to anyone considering the two main characters spent most of their time fucking. It was something to do with your time though – relegated to being shut in Joel’s apartment whilst he did runs with Tess.

He's been home a few hours now, switching between being bent over some maps on the table, marking points of interest from his last few trips past the fence, to where he is now, sat on the couch, empty glass of contraband whiskey in front of him, eyes settled firmly on you in the windowsill.

“Your staring is making me uncomfortable,” You muse, snapping the book closed, “Can’t concentrate on anything.”

“No it ain’t,” He tilts his head, shifting so he’s leaning back on the couch, legs spread with an arm absentmindedly draped across his lap, “Never made you uncomfortable before, darlin’.”

“Well it’s hard to focus on anything when you’ve got two eyes boring into you like that,” You mumble, looking him in the eye, “If you want something from me just fucking ask for it Miller.”

Your eyes don’t leave his face as you watch his eyes drop to his lap before bouncing back to meet yours – a dangerous smirk is splayed across his lips. Of course, “See, all you had to do was ask.” You murmur, slipping down from the windowsill, blanket and book abandoned.

You’re in front of him in seconds, gathering the hand splayed across his lap so you can settle yourself down, but he’s pressing his other hand to your tummy to stop you, “Why don’t you get on your knees, darlin’?”

You look down at him through lusty eyes, barefoot reaching behind you to push the coffee table further into the middle of the room to give you space before you drop to your knees like he asked. Your palms are resting on his knees through his jeans, hands running tentatively up his thighs and back down and you revel in the way you can see his cock straining through his jeans already.

“Like this?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Just like that, darlin’,” He praises, shifting in his seat a little so he isn’t sat so straight, you know it’s all preparation for when he’s in your mouth, “Now, how’s about you undo my belt for me? Getting awful tight in my jeans ‘cause of you.”

Your fingers undo the belt buckle – you’ve been here so many times before that it’s just muscle memory for you at this point. It falls to the floor with a clink once you’ve tugged it through his belt loops.

“Good girl,” He croons above you, he’s gripping your chin with his fingers, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “Now, the button, give me some relief baby.”

He doesn’t let go of your chin, keeping it still, staring into your eyes with the molten chocolate of his own, so you reach out, fumbling slightly, until your fingers find the button of his jeans, undoing it almost as quickly as you had done his belt. He doesn’t tell you to do it, but you pull down the zip and he’s lifting his hips up for you, so you take the cue and drag the denim down his legs, his underwear following, to pool at his ankles.

“See what you do to me?” He asks, tilting your chin down to look at his cock.

If there was a sight you knew you’d never get tired of, it was this. His cock so hard that in his current position it was resting up against his belly, head throbbing with so much arousal you could see the bead of pre-cum already, “Hard as a fuckin’ rock for you, pretty girl.”

You can’t help but smile at his praise, your relationship with Joel with complicated to say the least, usually only involving sex when one of you needed a release from something, but his compliments almost always made up for the lack of label on what this actually was.

“Now, why don’t you use that pretty little mouth, just how I like it, hmm?”

You know he likes it sloppy. Loves when he can hear you gagging on him. Thrives on the sight of ropes of saliva that connect your mouth to his cock when you pull away to fist him instead whilst you catch your breath. It gets him even harder in your mouth when he catches you rubbing your thighs together to relieve your own tension or when you moan with your mouth stuffed full of him.

You look him straight in the eye from between his thighs as you let spit that you’d gathered in your mouth drop from your tongue onto the head of his cock. You bring your hand to him, using feather-light touches of the tips of your fingers drag the spit down his length before your clenching your fist around the base of his length and fisting him, just how you know he likes it. You hear his sharp intake of breath as you start pumping him through your fist, you’ll tease him, even if it is only for a few minutes.

His hand comes to your cheek, it’s almost tender, you think to yourself. You don’t stop the movements of your hand but you do look up at him from your place on your knees, “Come on now darlin’, wrap your lips around my cock.”

You lean down and bring your mouth just out of reach for him, you revel in the way he bucks his hips up to you, he’s just as desperate for this as you are. You reward him by placing the softest kiss you can manage to the tip, salty bead of pre-cum pooling on your bottom lip, you make sure he’s watching you before you dart your tongue out to taste it.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ll be the death of me.”

You want to tease him just a little more. You bring your tongue out and rest the underside of the head on it, flicking the tip of your tongue against him, the intake of breath from above you is back and you chuckle a little. You pull away and you think he’s almost about to chastise you until you’ve taken the whole tip of his cock into your mouth. Your hand is still working the base of him, whilst you bob your head up and down, teasing the head with a swirl of your tongue.

He lets out a guttural moan. It sounds like pure filth in your ears and it has you doing what you always do, shifting your thighs together to relief the friction at your core. Joel’s hand is wrapped in the hair at the back of your head – he’s just resting his fist in your locks for now, but you know within minutes he’ll be using it as leverage.

“Atta girl,” He’s groaning, “You can take it deeper though, can’t you?”

You can, and you do. You flatten your tongue in your mouth and push your head further down onto him, taking him as far into your mouth as you can before he’s touching the back of your throat. It doesn’t quite make you gag this time, but you know it’s only a matter of time as Joel’s hand fists your hair tighter, pulling you a little way off him before pushing your head back down.

“I can see you clenchin’ those thighs darlin’,” He’s breathless as he speaks, “This turn you on?" You moan around his cock in agreement, “I know it does, always so fuckin’ wet for me after, aren’t ya?” Another moan around his cock. God his voice alone makes you wet, team that up with the way he’s forcing your head down on his cock right now and you can already feel slick dripping from you.

Joel has never been good at lasting when it comes to your mouth, you look up at him and his head is thrown back, the gorgeous line of his neck on show for you as he grits his teeth, bucking his hips up to meet the downward move of your lips. This time you do gag, head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but he loves it.

“Yes darlin’,” He spits out, “Love it when you choke on me like that.”

It’s almost as if something snaps in him. He’s holding your head still with that fist in your hair, and he’s fucking up into your mouth. You truly love it when Joel loses control like this – any sense of romance or pretense lost, just the rough need to come. He’s rough but you don’t care, tears are filling your eyes, dripping down your cheeks as he seeks his climax. He’s pulling you roughly from his cock, reveling just as you thought he would at the ropes of saliva that connect your mouth to his cock, he gently rubs the tears from your cheeks as he fists his cock.

“You want me to come all over that pretty face’a yours?” He asks.

You nod, settling back on your knees, sticking your tongue out for him as he fists his cock once, twice, three times, before he’s painting your face with his cum. He moans your name as he does, giving you every last drop. Once he’s finished and his breathing is coming back to normal, he looks down at you.

“Pretty as a picture.” He comments, running a finger through the cum on your cheeks before pushing his finger onto your tongue, watching as you suck his spend from it with the same vigor you were just sucking his cock with.

He doesn’t rise to get you a towel to wipe your face with, he just watches as you push him cum from your chin into your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him before you swallow.

“Carry on like this darlin’ and I’ll be hard again in no time.”

“That’s kinda the point Joel,” You laugh, “I can’t quite put my finger on it but something has me begging to get fucked.”

“That so, hmmm?” You nod, “Well, why don’t you hop on up here and let me taste that pretty pussy for a while?” He’s already pulling at your wrist to switch places, “I think I might just be ready to oblige after that.”

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saintslewis · 5 months

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❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: truly, nothing can break Nadia’s soul.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight angst, typos, it’s a long one 😭 click on the links, i’m watching you 🤨

wc: 6.4k

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t beat me up y’all! this took more than forever and i am really sorry. hopefully this chapter brings you guys joy 🤭 thank you so much for all the love on renaissance so far! 🥹 i also want y’all to know that Nadia is a thick babe, when she wears shorts or mini skirts/dresses, it’s mini!!! just wanted to remind y’all!!!!

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The thin white thread from the duvet cover couldn't be any longer as Nadia continued to pull on it, clicking her nails together in the process. Her buzzing phone sat on the bed in front of her with the voice of her mother pressing her about the past week.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy being the trophy wife this weekend, people were going crazy this side." Her mother chuckled from the other end.

"Ma, you haven't spoken to me since I signed on that dotted line, you haven't checked up on me yet this is what you have to say to me after nearly 3 weeks without contact?" Nadia said with a strain in her voice.

"Oh come on. I was just giving you time to adjust to that fame you've always wanted and for the love of all that is good, cover up more. Do not need to see more than what I've already seen." Thembi said, not understanding how much she was hurting her daughter.

Quietly wiping her tears with her wrist, she thought back to how much peace she had before she called her mother.

The journey from South Africa to the uk had been a tough one when Nadia was much younger. Although the mother daughter pair had gone through hardships, they were as close as they could be. Residing in South London at the time had been a rollercoaster, from trying to fit in with the other kids to adapting to the new culture around her, it became easier thanks to friends she made along the way.

Within a year and a half of moving countries, Thembi announced to her daughter that they would be moving in with a new man, her 'friend' for the time being all the way in Stevenage. Nadia saw her mother's entire personality change the second the last box was dropped off by the movers, a new demeanour being shown off to the neighbours and a less kind version of her was shown to Nadia.

Conversations were barely there, hugs were rarely given and reassurance was never enough as opposed to the affection she would previously receive from before the move. Wanting to keep the positives on the surface, Nadia decided to distract herself from her feelings and continued to go to school with her old friends even if it meant travelling distances just to get away from her mother.

As Nadia grew older, so did the sudden change of attitude from her mother, finding the need to comment on everything she found wrong with Nadia. In rebellion, the girl would wear whatever would make her happy, get the tattoos she felt she needed and not spending as much time with her mother as she did before. When university opened, she hurried to move out, already planning her life out and visited her home country to find comfort in her family back home, her cousin Rea becoming a younger sister to her.

However after uni, Thembi seeked therapy to better her relationship with her daughter. Happy to go back to the way it was before, their relationship became healthier and happier after years. What changed?

Sighing out, Nadia ignored her mother's harsh words. "When is Rea going to get there? You've cancelled her flight three times already."

"Only next week Thursday. Ooh tell me, has he bought you anything fancy yet?" Anyone could imagine the smug look on her mother's face as she asked the question.

"Bye mom. Greet James." Rolling her eyes, Nadia hung up and gently rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the tears with her knuckles. Texting Rea that she should rather move in with her, she let out a sigh at the thought of her mother's sudden phone call the day after the race.

Walking into the en-suite bathroom, she fixed up her light makeup with music playing from her phone. Lewis had texted her earlier that he would be going on a run, not too sure what Nadia would want to do during the day before their trip to Malibu. She blinked the tears back whilst tilting her head backward to avoid them falling once again.

The cold tiles of the bathroom were cooling off the high temperature of her body, mainly from all the emotions and the overall heat in Miami. All she wanted to do was leave Miami and curl up in her bed - her old bed. The one she would lay on after an incredibly long day of teaching high schoolers. The one that had her plushies that she was gifted by her students. The one where she could be lying in at that very moment but she decided to drive to her mom's house that fateful day.

Deactivating her social media accounts was a no go as instructed by Tia, saying the engagement was good and for her to keep it up, the public unfamiliar with the concept of a WAG speaking to people as if they've been friends for decades. Having not gone too far into the mean and hateful comments, Nadia gets chills just thinking about it. How she's perceived by the world now with her newfound fame. One she did not ask for but she was willing to help her new friend.

That's all he was. A friend. Right?

Not realising she had zoned out and begun picking on her old acne scars, she hadn't heard her hotel room door open, a slightly breathless Lewis stood in the bathroom doorframe watching her pick at her skin whilst looking at a specific tile.

"Nads?" He called out but the girl still hadn't heard anything. Wiggling his neon sneakers on his feet within her vision, she snapped out of it, her eyes widening at the sight of him there. "Oh, hi." She greeted, voice as soft as silk as she looked at the man once then back to the mirror to avoid eye contact. "Everything okay?" He asked, wiping his forehead for any sweat left.

Nadia nodded, packing up her mini makeup bag from the marble counter, jewellery jangling as she zipped it up. "Just woke up a little weird and hungry, that's all. Are you good?" She responded, giving a half smile and she finally maintained eye contact with him.

"Yeah. Yeah, the run was good and ready for the day." He answered, feeling her energy yet just not sure where to put it between sadness or anger. "Still very proud of P2 yesterday, it was insane to see that live." She added, the gold grills matching her jewellery perfectly. Very casually dressed with a tired look in her eyes.

"Nads, are you sure you're good? Have you had breakfast?" He moved to the side as he watched her leave the bathroom with heavy footsteps. "The heat is killing me, not used to such and I was going to wait til the plane for something. Got too nervous to order room service." She slightly chuckled to herself, feeling a slight twist in her stomach.

Not wanting to upset her, he just gave her a look with his eyebrows a little raised and that made her crack. "Oh my days, don't look at me like that. We can go for lunch or something, I don't know." She suggested, looking away from Lewis to avoid looking into his eyes.

"What if I was going to compliment your hair?" He joked and crossed his arms with a slight chuckle.

"Please, I know that look from anywhere. I give it to my kids all the time." Nadia said while rolling her eyes, a soft smile on display. "Now let me change. The room's got stuffy air so we need to take a step outside." She shooed him away as she walked into the bathroom once again and closed the door with a huge smile.

Left standing in awe of her, Lewis shook his head as he headed out of her hotel room to change up for their outing.

The cold granadilla slushy had been freezing up Nadia's hand but she couldn't care less, the heat in Miami unbearable to no end. The pair sat in the back of the Escalade on the way to any mall nearby where Nadia could get some sandals, her feet suffocated by her sneakers.

Tia had advised them to travel by their allocated security cars because the streets of Miami were still buzzing with F1 fans, hungover or sober, hunting around for any f1 drivers that were around.

"Not that it isn't weird, it is, but I have to live with the fact that the women I have dreamed of styling one day know I exist and Pharrell too! Like my colleagues are blowing up my phone like crazy." Nadia emphasised, the slushy swishing around in her hand as she was talking.

Lewis could watch her talk for hours, even more when she was excited about something. He had thought that this weekend would be too much for Nadia with all the attention on her much more than the Grand Prix itself but the way she handled everything from the instagram posts to the multitude of introductions was incredible to watch.

She was graceful but with a spunk to her, expressing her personality to the friend group but not yet to the f1 media, wanting to get a bit more comfortable in that vicinity with Lewis by her side. Already seeing how she could get when someone were to wrong Lewis, the man was certain that they will get through this fake marriage with ease and fun, gaining a friendship within it.

"So what's your biggest goal with being a stylist? I haven't seen your work yet but I feel like it's phenomenal." He asked, smiling once he saw her roll her eyes at him.

"Phenomenal is a stretch but I'm trying to get like Law Roach or even work with a fashion house to be honest. I always wanted a way to show my work but I just never knew how to." She shrugged, taking a sip of the slushy.

"How about you style me for a few events and for a race or two?" He suggested.

"And take Eric's job? Are you crazy?" She stared at him with widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows but all he did was chuckle. "It'll be fun plus Eric knows already, he's more than excited for it." Lewis continued smiling, Nadia stared at him before releasing a sigh.

"When do I start?" She shook her head in disbelief, not believing what just happened. "Friday but the main brief is that we're sitting courtside." And like clockwork, he gave her a smile that she couldn't resist.

"You're just so full of surprises, aren't you? Let me find out there's more events you're hiding from me." Nadia said squinting her eyes at him, his cheeks eventually hurting from smiling at her.

"A magician never tells his tricks."

"Yeah yeah, Hamilton." Nadia replied, shaking her head once more as she got her purse ready, seeing the Miami Fashion District come into her view.

Pulling the bottom of her dress down constantly, she looked around at all the luxury stores that were never ending.

This wasn't the norm for her, she was hoping to see a much cheaper alternative than what was in front of her but she had to remember who she was in that very moment. She felt safe with two security detail walking stealthily behind them, her hands staying at the hem of her sundress.

"Your dress is okay, don't have to worry." Lewis leaned a little closer to her shoulder to whisper, sending back a reassuring smile. All she responded with was to hold his ring-clad hand in sign of appreciation.

Reaching Gucci, Nadia's first thought were those platform sandals she had seen on social media and in that exact moment, her mind went to the comfort she had been wanting since she hadn't packed any open shoes. Pulling him towards the store, everything in that store went quiet.

Sale associates just stopped and stared whilst costumers began whispering and muttering to themselves. Immediately spotting the sandals from afar, they walked slowly towards the shoe section of Gucci, trying to ignore all the eyes on them. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone speed walking towards them, fixing her uniform and her appearance once she reached the couple.

"Hello, welcome to Gucci. I'm Roni and I'll be your sales associate today." The woman introduced herself, looking straight at Lewis as she did.

"Nice to meet you, Roni. I'm Nadia and really we just came for a quick visit, hopefully get a few things whilst we're here." Nadia had on a bright smile as she spoke, the worker's smile fading as she looked at Nadia.

"Of course," Roni said, licking her teeth. "Where would you like to start? Perhaps dresses. It is a hot day in Miami." Looking at Nadia up and down with the slightest hint of disgust shown on her face, the woman continued to smile in her face.

Taken aback by the tone of her voice, Nadia just smiled and averted her gaze back to the shoe section. "It truly is but I have to pass. I'm much more interested in the shoes right now." She said, still holding onto Lewis' arm, who was enjoying every moment of this. "Alright, let me go get some champagne for you guys, racing must be tough in this heat." Roni smiled, turning around to walk in a different direction.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Nadia sighed out as they sat on the large velvet green couch. "Is this the crap i have to deal with? Her eyes said it all." She complained, rolling her eyes and placing her purse down. Following suit, he sat next to her and did not keep a friendly distance between them, relaxing his arm behind her.

"Don't worry about her or anyone else for that matter. People will purposefully piss you off for their enjoyment so let's just have a good time and we'll get ice cream later." He advised, not bothering to look around the shop but had focused all his attention on Nadia.

"Stand on your promise, Hamilton. I don't play about my ice cream." She joked, both chuckling after a beat of silence. Eyeing the store, she saw a few pieces that she knew would look good on Lewis and a few on herself. This one particular top was screaming her name, the Gucci monogram sticking out but it had a level of class to it, already imagining outfits with it on.

"The top is quite nice, I don't know what you could match it with to make it work but it seems cool." Lewis said, staring at the same top, unaware that their heads were tilted the same way. "You think so?" Nadia pondered. "Well you can't not be stylish around me so." He shrugged jokingly, earning another laugh from her. "Okay whatever you say, pookie bear." She patted his knee, watching a completely different sales associate head their way with a tray of champagne.

"Hi, I'm Tracey, my colleague Roni just decided to not help a couple because she didn't like the wife. Crazy I think she's talking about the Hamiltons because they came in here the same time." The new associate rambled off, placing the tray onto the small table next to them.

Finally looking up, Tracey's breath hitched. "Oh shit, that's you guys. Oh god, I'm sorry for my words." The younger girl apologised, eyes widened at the couple who just smiled at her.

"It's okay, lovely to meet you Tracey." Nadia smiled, amused at her actions. "What can I do for you today?" Tracey asked.

After a rather pleasant sales interaction with Tracey voicing how much she loved the both of them as a couple and as individuals, there they stood at the counter waiting for their items to be fully scanned. Lewis was very content with the pieces that Nadia had picked out for him, confident that every single one was going to look tailor made. When it came down to payment, Lewis had no problem in swiping his card as Nadia dug through her purse to find hers.

"Thank you for spending your time with us here at Gucci, Mr and Mrs Hamilton." The lady at the till said, handing the the large green bags that felt so good in Nadia's hands.

"It was really fun and tell Roni we said goodbye." Nadia smiled wickedly as she waved and walked out of the store with Lewis laughing at her words right behind her. "Damn that felt good. Gotta keep it cute and classy until it's not." She smiles as they walk to a different shop.

LOS ANGELES

"I swear, the powder I used for my under eyes is just super cakey." Natalia complained as she walked down the plane stairs onto the asphalt, Nadia following close behind with her carry on bag on her shoulder.

The Californianian air was different from that of Miami, less humid but a little hotter. It was late in the afternoon when the group landed, greeted by a beautiful sunset behind the Los Angeles skyline. After the impromptu shopping session, the plane was already for takeoff so everyone had hurried to be in the air by lunchtime.

Taking the time to catch up with everyone, the group shared laughs and their stories from Miami although it was less than a week that they had spent in the eccentric city. There was a gnawing feeling in the pit of Nadia's stomach, unable to get the guilt of spending Lewis' money as if it was hers. Although he reassured her multiple times that he was more than okay getting her whatever she wanted, she still felt uneasy about it all.

The all too familiar Escalades were parked on the ground, Lewis waiting patiently for Nadia to get down so that they could go to their destination. Seeing her confused face as Natalia, Miles and Daniel waved goodbye to them as everyone went to their respective cars, Lewis then spoke up. "Everyone's going their places, we're going to our house."

Snapping her head to look at him in bewilderment, she almost stopped in her tracks just to recall what he had said. "Another one?!" She whisper yelled, not wanting anyone near them to hear. He nodded with a closed smile as they reached their car with all their luggage inside, all similar to when they landed in Miami.

The morning came quite quick as the rest of the day ended with Nadia yet again exploring a new home, almost screaming when she saw the garage full of cars she only wished she could drive and you can imagine the shock when Lewis told her that in hindsight, they're her cars. In his words, "I don't really like to drive as much so you can use them as freely as you want."

Climbing out of the huge bed of the even larger guest bedroom, Nadia was careful to not wipe her eyes too much because of her extensions. Stretching every limb on her body, she walked towards the bathroom to splash water on her face to fully wake her up. The birds were still chirping from beyond the closed curtains and the sun was shining through the slivers of the curtain, creating a peaceful aura throughout the room.

Her bonnet luckily stayed on through the night, grabbing her glasses from the night stand along with her phone, she walked out of the room with her fluffy slippers on her feet. The trip downstairs was quiet and the aroma of something sweet wafted through the air, making her wonder where Lewis was.

Reaching the last step, she saw something move in the corner of her eye. Rather small, the thing moved towards her with its feet patting against the floor. Looking in its direction, the first thing she saw was the droopy mouth belonging to the short dog and her heart almost stopped, the fear running through her body as she continued to stare at the dog.

"Oh my god, please don't come close." She whispered out loud, hoping the dog would listen. Nadia was frozen in her place and she was too afraid to look anywhere else in case the dog moved towards her. "I see you've met Roscoe. Hope he's been kind." Lewis' voice spoke from behind her, crouching down to pet the dog lovingly. The silence from Nadia was odd, he turned his head to see her frightened state as she didn't move her gaze from Roscoe.

"Nads? Nads? Okay, let's get Roscoe out of here." He called out then whispered to himself, carrying the dog out of the living room then hurrying back to Nadia.

"Well that was my dog, Roscoe. I'm sorry he scared you." With a worried expression on his face, Lewis placed his hands on her arms to snap her out of her frozen state. Finally making eye contact with him through her glass lenses, she spoke up. "I-it's okay. Just have to get used to seeing him." She nodded, wanting to end the awkwardness right there.

"Anyway, good morning. Did you eat yet?" She said, slightly smiling and making her way towards the marble kitchen island, the two plates on top of it were filled with stacks of waffles with a side of fruit next to it. "Uh no, waited for you to wake up so I just took a run in the meantime." He mentioned, following behind her and took his seat across from her.

In that very moment, her heart fluttered at his words. It was so simple yet so sweet of a gesture to do for her. "Thank you for that, Lew. Let's eat up then." She replied, a shy smile on her face as she felt his eyes on her. The two dug in to their breakfast that Lewis had made for them earlier in the morning, wanting the logistics of their relationship.

"So, I need to know how you feel about pda and how much you're willing to show to the public. We have to make this look real." Nadia said, biting down on a slice of apple. "I don't have an issue with it, just as you're comfortable with it." He responded. Just nodding along, she continued to eat the fruit.

"This is just so weird to me. Three weeks ago I would've been in my apartment trying to think how i'm gonna get groceries for the month and now i'm in Los fucking Angeles eating fruit with 5 cars sitting in the garage. It's crazy." She blurted out, everything now properly dawning on her as they sat down in peace.

"Life works in mysterious ways for sure, never thought I would be sitting in my kitchen with my wife on a Wednesday morning." He said, the smallest of chuckles escaping him. "You are very good with your words, sir. A lil too good." She joked, pointing the fork at him.

"What's the plan today? I don't think I can handle anything hectic." She asked, her accent changing when she said 'hectic' . Giving her a cocked eyebrow at the sudden change of accent, Nadia looked smug.

"A little history on me. I moved to the uk at 8 years old and this south african accent stuck with me for a while until I reached high school. By then my mother decided to send me back home with my aunt and cousin to complete high school that side then year 12, I went back for university. The slang and accent never left me along with the 6 languages I know." She explained, almost bursting into laughter after seeing his face morph from curiosity to shock.

"Six?!" He vocalised. "And counting, my kids don't call me Superwoman for nothing." Biting into another piece, she smiled as her phone vibrated multiple times. Looking at the name across the screen, she immediately sighed and got up off her seat and signalled that she would be back.

The school's name flashed across her screen as she walked into the familiar hallway towards the guest bedroom.

"Hello Ms Brown! I hope this doesn't disturb your holiday." Lisa, the headmaster of the school, greeted with such enthusiasm.

"Well, it slightly is but what does that matter. Anything you need? Has the parents evening been postponed?" She scratched her head as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Uh, no. There's something I wanted to discuss with you and I thought it would be great for a one on one. We as the school has noticed you are quite the star these days, bringing much more traction than what you get from school already." Lisa chuckled at the last sentence, seeming to quiet down when she realised Nadia wasn't laughing.

"Oh, yes Ms Crawford. This was a subject I had wanted to discuss with the rest of the staff when we get back from the holidays. Of course this isn't something minuscule, all the media attention has been quite intense." Nadia responded, watching as Roscoe walked closer to her and sat by her feet.

There was a beat of silence from the other end of the phone call. "That was what I wanted to actually talk to you about, Ms Brown-"

"Its Mrs Hamilton." Nadia corrected.

"Ah yes, my apologies Mrs Hamilton. As much as we do appreciate your ways of teaching here at our school, we as the board have been thinking of releasing you from your position as the history teacher. Now I know it's all sudden but we feel it's good for our school." Lisa announced, voice filled with pity.

"Now excuse my manners, Ms Crawford, but I would like to know who all decided to quote on quote, fire me. Furthermore, when signing the work contract, you personally had assured me that you would stand behind your teachers through it all. Am I correct?" She started, standing up straight with Roscoe following suit.

"You are correct however this would ruin the reputation of the school and our relationships with other schools in the district. It truly pains us to do so." With the same false pity tone, Lisa spoke.

"I hope you do realise that we are about to start the second term of the school year after these two weeks and I do not appreciate the current dismissal you are going through with just solely because I married a prominent figure. Neither do I wish to leave my flourishing students because the board does not agree with my marriage." Nadia indicated.

"Not to mention prior to this conversation, no one had contacted me in regards to a possible sacking. So I would like for you and the rest of the board to rethink your approach on this matter. I do not accept this and this issue can be taken to court if you prefer to continue with this. And through a phone call? Really?" With that, Nadia knew she had won upon hearing the sigh on the other side of the phone.

With a few moments passing by, Lisa sighed out. "You are correct about this, I do apologise. See you after the holidays then, Mrs Hamilton." And with that, the headmaster said her goodbyes in defeat.

Crouching down to pet Roscoe, she held his face in her hands. "We fucking did that, boy. Thanks for being there, you not so bad after all." She smiled at the happy dog, standing up straight to back downstairs to finish her breakfast.

"And? What was that?" Lewis spoke up, putting his phone down next to his fruit bowl.

"These bitches tried to fire me so I said no. Can't get rid of their only history teacher." She wiggled her shoulders with the biggest smile on her face, biting down on the remaining fruits.

"And your dog's cool. Sat with me the whole time."

"Damn. Remind me to never get on your bad side. Let's get celebratory croissants?" Lewis giggled, taking both of their plates to wash them off.

"You read my mind, Sir!"

Standing in front of the open garage door, Nadia stared at the two cars in front of her. The sun in the courtyard was hitting her back but she didn't mind, as long as she continued to look at the cars.

Lewis' words rang in her head, unable to shake off the fact that technically, these were her cars as well. The Urus was very tempting to drive but she knew she didn't trust herself with that type of speed yet. The Mercedes GLE however, looked so classy and seemed like a joy to drive.

The decision took so long that she didn't notice that Lewis was taking pictures of the scene in front of him, his wife stuck between choosing cars to drive on the sunny streets of LA. "Can I drive today?" She asked once realising that he was next to her, wearing a comfortable outfit.

"You can drive whenever you want." He smiled, handing her the keys of the suv he knew she was going to pick. "Okay, cute. You'll be my passenger prince." She smiled, pinching his cheek then happily walked towards the driver's side.

Just sighing in content, he walked to the passenger's side, hopping in to see Nadia exploring the interior of the car, matching that of the black exterior. "This shit is huge." She muttered to herself as she leaned over to look at the backseats and all its intricate details.

"And before you say anything pookie bear, Tia made me do an international license when we didn't see each other. So you're safe driving with me." She reassured, putting her now blonde hair behind her ears.

"I think i like this passenger prince business." He expressed, already making himself in the seat, pushing it back and relaxing.

"Let me search up a bakery and we'll be on our way." Nadia started the car up and was geeked by the roar of the car.

And on their way they were. Blasting Beyoncé as Lewis suggested they go to a vegan bakery in Malibu, the two sang both old and new songs during the drive. Barely through her hip hop playlist, she found parking in front of the surprisingly popular bakery.

"Now you know I don't play about Beyoncé. I did not expect this place to be busy right now." Nadia pointed out, fixing the sunglasses on her head. "You'd be shocked at the amount of vegan people in Malibu alone. If you want, I can go in by myself and get the treats." He offered, unbuckling his seatbelt and holding his phone in his hand.

"We're going in together, I do not look this cute to sit in the car." She flipped her hair, dramatically exiting the car, making him laugh quite loud at her antics. Holding his hand out, Lewis connected his with Nadia's, feeling a chill when he felt her ring touch his skin. He led the way into the bakery, the sweet smell of the treats was a bit of a treat in itself.

Gasping at the baked goods on display, she didn't hesitate to greet and place an order, mouth salivating at the sight of the treats. Once Lewis also made his order, Nadia brought out her card to pay, wanting to test that it actually worked and it definitely did.

Enjoying the chocolate doughnuts in the bakery, the two laughed at the whole ordeal of the phone call this morning. "I've never had a good relationship with this new headmaster at all. She has been on my case since she joined two years ago." Nadia informed, drinking a bit of her pink lemonade.

"The courage of just saying no is so endearing to hear. Can't believe she wanted to sack you in the middle of a term. Again, the courage is so cool, Nads." He complimented her and he watched as her shoulders started to rise as a way of blushing.

"Thanks, pookie bear. Means a lot. So where to from here?" She asked, ignoring his gaze on her the whole time.

"We've got lunch with friends of mine, then home time." He said so calmly, not noticing Nadia's eyes widening at the information.

"I'm not dressed for lunch with your friends, Lew! Could've warned a girl first." She stressed, looking down at her outfit. "Wanted you to be comfortable the whole day hence I didn't tell you our plans today." He showed his full smile, wanting so badly to laugh at her facial expression.

"You are so lucky you're sitting across me right now or else I would've bitten you." She rolled her eyes at his giggles.

Within a matter of time, the Mercedes suv entered through the high black gates of their destination with a press of a button on the intercom outside. Nadia drove in the driveway quite slowly, unfamiliar with her surroundings as she saw a cars parked in the courtyard. The sound of the waves crashing could be heard when stepping out of the car.

"Damn your friend's got bank." She commented, opening the backseat door to get her purse. "And by the sea too? I just know it's a different world here." She added, closing her door and locked the car when she saw Lewis walk closer to her with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Bey and Jay wanted serenity next to the sea." He said, looking back at Nadia who was frozen in her tracks.

"Did you just fucking say Bey and Jay?!" She whisper yelled as she pulled Lewis closer to her. He nodded with the same expression he had from before. "Are you fucking crazy? I can't meet Beyoncé, Lewis! I'm not ready!" Nadia's stress levels were sky high as she held onto his arm tighter, standing by the car.

"Wanted to tell you earlier but when you started playing her music in the car, just knew I had to surprise you." He smiled. "Look, if it makes it any better, she's excited to meet you as well." Lewis told her and if her eyes couldn't get any wider, she looked behind her husband's broad arm to see the woman of the hour walk towards them.

"There you two are! We were scared y'all weren't coming no more!" The happy southern voice rang through the courtyard and Nadia was scared shitless. "My goodness, Lewis! She's a beauty. Hi, I'm Beyoncé." The woman introduced herself to Nadia and she quickly snapped out of it once she realised her favourite artist was speaking directly to her.

"Hello, I'm Nadia." She managed to speak up as Beyoncé extended her hand out to shake hers. Surprisingly enough, Nadia's hands weren't sweaty neither did she stutter over her words like she thought she would. The woman went on to greet Lewis with a side hug then invited them inside.

"It was so lovely meeting you guys, a full circle moment on my end." Nadia smiled, holding onto her purse and onto Rumi's hand, the little girl so interested in everything that has to do with Nadia. "No, it was our pleasure to host you guys. My God, a couple I never saw coming. Y'all welcome back here anytime." Beyoncé said, the group of 4 walking towards the front door and into the courtyard once again.

"We'll definitely take you up on that offer, thank you for inviting us into your lovely home. Better get home before it gets too dark." Nadia replied, leaning into the hug between her and Bey whilst looking at the sunset over the horizon.

"We'll catch y'all in Paris." Jay Z smiled with a toothpick in his mouth. He dapped Lewis up as everyone said their goodbyes after a successful lunch. Now sitting in the passenger seat, Nadia held her head in her hands as he swiftly drove out the long driveway.

"I just met Beyoncé, I don't think you understand the damage you just did." She turned to Lewis, who kept the same smile as before. "And that is?" "I'm never going to stop talking about it."

"I'm glad you're happy. Saw an opportunity and I ran for it." He voiced, patting her thigh before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "Remind me to give you the biggest hug when we get home." She smiled, becoming comfortable in the seat, not knowing how much Lewis' heart raced after hearing her refer to the house as home.

FRIDAY

"Stay still! I need my vision to come to life." Nadia ordered, holding his face in her hands. There were two different earrings on his ears and she was trying to decide which better suited the outfit. "Okay, wear the first pair then go to the mirror and tell me what you think." She requested, standing back to let him look at his outfit.

"Oh this is really good. Ooh, this outfit is good." He admired his outfit in the mirror, impressed by her styling and how she kept it simple yet so him.

"Glad you love it. Let me go get changed so that we won't be late." She rushed, almost running out of his room to hers, luckily her hair and makeup was done. Nadia quickly put on her outfit and made sure to take pictures in the big mirror in the closet.

Soothing over her top, she then places her sunglasses on her head and spritz her perfume for the last time before stepping out the room. At the same time, Lewis stepped out of his room and glanced at her outfit before doing a double take.

Everything sat so perfectly, the outfit had really simple colours that weren’t too loud but her silhouette accentuated it all. Both outfits complimented each other greatly whilst showing their own style individually. “Wow.” He blurted out, hoping that she didn’t hear that.

“Damn I did good.” She muttered to herself as she looked at him as well, very proud of her styling.

“You ready to go?” Lewis asked, finally focusing on her face and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, yeah.” She said in a light voice, carefully walking towards the stairs then feeling his hand slip into hers to help her downstairs.

“Remember, this isn’t real,Nadia.”

“Remember, this isn’t real, Lewis.”

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Upon reading your response to the servant girl question you have me yearning for a one shot to where he and this servant girl had show interest in one another and decide to act on it 🥹🥹🥹🥹 please if you’re not complete swamped with requests

Sorry I've made you wait over two months for this. I hope it's worth it!

Warnings: Smut. Male masturbation. Word count: ~1600

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

She is nervous when her mother tells her she’s managed to secure her a position as a serving girl at the Red Keep. Her mother has worked as a scullery maid in the kitchens for as long as she can remember, and she sees how bone tired she is each evening when she returns home. That, coupled with the stories she’s heard of the Targaryens make her uneasy. Their expectations will doubtless be high, considering they are royalty, and she fears being punished if she is unable to live up to them.

However, as her mother says, it is time she began to contribute towards the household and goodness knows they need the money.

Her anxiety worsens on her first day when she begins to overhear rumours regarding her predecessor and how the position she now holds came to be available in the first place.

The eldest Prince is a little too handsy, I hear.

Forced himself on her, I heard.

The Queen sent her away to the North with hush money.

Pregnant with a royal bastard.

She prays her interactions with Prince Aegon will be minimal. She has no wish to meet the same fate.

Throughout the day she is kept busy refreshing the pitchers of wine that are kept in the respective quarters of each person occupying Maegor’s Holdfast. She turns down beds, lends a hand preparing food in the kitchens and prepares a bath for Princess Helaena’s children.

She doesn’t catch a glimpse of a Targaryen all day, until it is time for the evening meal and she is stationed in the dining hall to refill the cups of those seated at the table.

It’s then she realises she has spent all day worrying about the wrong Prince. Her gaze is immediately drawn to the head of the table where he sits. She summises that this must be Aemond, based on the brown leather eyepatch he sports. He cuts an imposing figure, long white hair drawn back from his face, his angular features illuminated by candlelight.

His stare is piercing, the blue of his seeing eye boring into her with an intensity that sends both a shiver of fear up her spine and the warmth of arousal pooling between her legs. He pays rapt attention to her as she moves around the table, filling cups as she goes.

When she stands beside him to fill his, he looks up at her, studying her carefully. She can feel the faintest tickle of his breath upon her neck and it causes her heart to hammer wildly in her chest. His fingers brush hers as he moves to lift his cup and she pulls her hand back as though scalded, in the wake of the gooseflesh his touch causes to erupt upon her skin.

That night when she climbs into bed, despite her exhaustion, her hand drifts between her legs, her mind filled with thoughts of the One Eyed Prince.

The next week continues in much the same way. Aemond’s eye never leaves her as she serves wine at dinner and she revels in every little accidental touch that he bestows upon her whenever she is in close enough proximity.

It is early afternoon as she places the full pitcher of wine upon the table. She has been into this room every day since she began working at the Red Keep, changed the sheets on the bed and brought wine, but it’s never occupied and nothing within gives any indication as to who it might belong to.

She turns around, with the intention of leaving now that her task is complete, when she is met with the solid expanse of Aemond’s chest. Oh gods, of course this would be his bedchamber.

She gasps as she knocks into him, staring up at him wide-eyed. “I-I beg your pardon, Your Grace.” She stammers. “That was clumsy of me.”

His lips quirk upwards into the faintest of smirks as he looks down at her. He says nothing for a few moments, his eye travelling the length of her before settling back on her face. “You are trembling. Do I frighten you?”

She shakes her head. It occurs to her that this is the first time she has ever heard him speak. His voice is much gentler than she was anticipating.

“No.” She whispers. It is only half a lie, but she dare not tell him of the desire that flutters in her lower belly in his presence. She is certain he must be able to hear her heartbeat, such is the power of how it thuds against her ribs.

“Hmmm.” He continues to loom over her, unmoving.

“I should go.” She murmurs.

“I’m not stopping you.” Comes his soft response.

Reluctantly, she looks away, moving around him before hurrying from the room. It is not until she is a respectable distance away down the corridor that she stops, pressing her back to the cold stone wall and sucking in steadying breaths to calm herself.

She is unsure of what exactly just transpired between her and Prince Aemond, but she knows she wants more of it.

Another few days pass by, the lingering looks at dinner continue alongside touches which she is now sure are deliberate. She feels as though she is a mouse being toyed with by a cat, but cannot find it in herself to mind. Their minimalist, yet charged interactions have grown to be the highlight of her day.

She is peeling potatoes in the kitchens when the Keep’s steward approaches her.

“Prince Aemond has requested your presence in his chambers. You are to go at once. Take wine.”

Her mouth runs dry at those words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness prickling under her skin, that she does her best to mask with a neutral expression. She nods, wiping her hands on her apron and making haste to fetch a jug.

Moments later she arrives outside of Aemond’s chamber door, knocking softly with her free hand.

“Enter.” He calls out.

She pushes open the door, closing it behind her once inside, and almost drops the wine she holds in shock.

Aemond sits naked in a bathtub beside the lit fireplace, his elbows resting on the sides, his tall frame bent slightly to fit within the tight confines. He is not wearing his eyepatch and she is stunned to see that he wears a sapphire in the socket. The wound is not quite so gruesome as she had suspected it might be, the overall effect makes him all the more alluring.

Her cheeks burn as she tries to look anywhere but at him. “So sorry, your Grace.” She says quickly. “I just came to bring you wine, as requested. Please forgive the intrusion.”

She sets it down on the nearest table, turning to leave.

“I won’t be able to reach it from there.” He says, his voice smooth as silk. “Bring it closer.”

She gulps, picking the jug back up and carrying it over to the surface closest to the bath.

It is impossible for her not to stare as she takes in the damp ends of his long, white hair, spread out across the planes of his well defined chest.

“Like what you see?” He asks her, clearly amused by her ogling.

“Apologies, Your Grace. I didn't mean to stare.”

“Oh, but I think you did. And I feel it’s only fair that you return the favour.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take off your clothes. Let me see you too.”

“I-I can’t, that is not appropriate.” Despite her protests, she feels a familiar warmth spread between her thighs.

“I am not my brother.” Aemond says with a shrug. “I will not force you. If you don’t wish to, you can leave. But I don’t think you will.”

“I…want to.” She admits, beginning to push her dress from her shoulders.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, a hand disappearing beneath the water to stroke at himself. “That’s it, everything, even your smallclothes.”

She does as she’s told, but finds she is unable to look at him once stood bare before him, too embarrassed by the intimacy of it all.

“So beautiful.” He tells her. “See what you do to me?”

Her eyes travel to where his fist moves up and down. Much of him is obscured by the water, but she can see enough to know that he is big. Her breath hitches at the sight. “Will you-”

“Fuck you?” He finishes for her. “No, I would not be so foolish as to risk putting a bastard inside of a serving girl.”

She is disappointed by the admission, her heart sinking a little as she continues to watch him fuck his fist to the sight of her undressed.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” He asks.

She nods shyly and he hisses a “fuck”, moving his hand over his length faster than before.

“Do you think about me?”

She does not know where it comes from or how she is able to let the admission go so freely, but the words have left her mouth before she has a chance to think about them. “Every night since I started working here.”

Aemond emits a low groan, his jaw going slack. “Perhaps one day you will permit me to watch.”

She inhales sharply at this, her core clenching around nothing, certain he must be able to see the slick which now coats her inner thighs.

With a grunt and a stutter of his hips, Aemond comes undone, spilling pearly ropes of his spend over his fingers and into the bathwater. His eye is hooded and hazy when he finally relaxes back into the tub.

“You may dress and leave now.” He instructs. “Next time I will allow you to touch instead of just observing.”

The words make her feel light headed. Next time.

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She’s not you

Peter Pevensie x fem! reader

words: 1,8 k

warnings: smut!, fingering, oral (fem!receiving)

Peter was lying on the sofa in his flat, spending the evening watching the new Hobbit trilogy, when he heard the door open and close again.

You came in sighing. It was so typical. You didn't know how you did it, but you always manage to pick the wrong person. After tossing the keys into the container by the front door, you made your way to the living room.

"You're home already?" Peter didn't pretend to be happy about that.

You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Why do I always hang out with idiots Pete? Why can't everyone be like you?”

Peter laughed humbly. "I don't know." He lifted his arm, and you quickly snuggled into him kicking off your shoes. "What are we watching?"

"The Hobbit."

You nodded and relaxed, grabbed a blanket and covered your body and Peter's "Marie left already?"

Peter covered his legs before sighing. "She didn't come," he admitted. You looked up from your position, your face full of confusion.

"Peter Pevensie" Peter was sitting across from you. With one arm on the back of the couch and one leg propped up against the couch, you couldn't help but smile. "Oh no, my full name," he said, pretending to be scared.

"I can't believe it! You could have made a move," you scolded him, and he scowled with a laugh "What's so funny?".

"Y/n... I don't want to make a move. "

"Why, she's beautiful!" Peter laughed again, scratching his neck lightly before shrugging. "I don't even like her that much”

In case you didn't know, Peter's heart was pounding in his ears right now. This will be the end of your friendship; God you and Peter have been friends since the crib and he would rather repress his feelings than be nothing. "You'll never get a girlfriend if you go on like this, Pevensie! What's the matter with her?"

It was the drop that filled the glass.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just that she's not you" Your eyes widened like plates; did he really say that?. Suddenly you realised how closely the two of you were sitting together. You were still leaning on his arm. The warmth of his skin seeped through his torso and touched the exposed skin of your back. Your whole body shuddered under his gaze, your throat so dry you couldn't swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. "Don't lie to me," he regretted saying that.

"I'm not," Peter replied quietly. All confidence left him. He regretted what he said. They both stood in silence for a while, trying to figure out what had happened. "Why didn't you say anything?" you asked.

Peter sighed and clenched his jaw. "I guess I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I would have had to find somewhere else to live, and the atmosphere would have been uncomfortable" He adjusted his seat and looked down. "Like now."

"You're stupid," he laughed. You took a deep breath before continuing. "I've loved you since we were little, Peter."

His head snapped up. Now he was the one who was surprised. "You, what?" You nodded, confirming that what you just said was true. "You were seeing someone else, I thought you didn't like me."

Peter gulped. The air in the room changed. You could feel the heat under your skin, like someone had turned up the heat. You were still looking at Peter trying to see if you were joking. It was a joke, wasn't it? You took a deep breath. It didn't lead anywhere. You clearly weren't the type of girl to make the first move, but this was different. It was Peter. And you'd do anything for him.

One of your hands moved over his arm before placing it behind his neck. You approach him hesitantly, but Peter knew you to well, and he just leaned in to meet you lips.

You kissed me a couple of times and it all felt the same. This was wrong. It was full of love and adoration and the sweet taste of it amazed them both. But there was something else. Passion surged and took my breath away. You didn't expect Peter to kiss like this. His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer as his kiss became more artful.

You climb onto his lap caressing his face. Peter holds you tighter. His fingers pressed against your skin, digging into the fabric of his high-waisted jeans. You practically writhed under his grip, your body pressed against his chest as you kissed, both of your minds filled with dirty thoughts.

After waiting so long, you couldn't wait to get there because the opportunity really did come. "God, y/n". You gave him a breathtaking smile before slowly pulling his shirt off.

Peter grabbed you around the waist again and pulled you closer as he began to kiss your neck. Your hand ran down his chest, tugging at his shirt, running your hand under the fabric, caressing his warm skin, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He kissed your collarbone as you whispered and moaned. His lips were still kissing your skin, moving slowly over your bare breasts.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that." He towered over you, supporting her weight in his arms, staring down at you and pulling her to you. You couldn't believe he was really kissing you.

"Are you going to keep your eyes on me or kiss me again?" you bite your lip and smile as you look into his eyes.

He gasped and moved closer. When he pressed his lips against yours again, his hips almost crashed against yours, making you let out a choked moan. Your hands moved over his skin, down the hem of his trousers, he lets you slide your fingers under the fabric and he moaned as you begin to plan him through his trousers.

The air in the room was overwhelming , and it was burning your skin. They were already panting, gasping for kisses, devouring each other with a hunger to kill each other.

You push Peter up and reach into your tight jeans, but he grabs your hand and stops you from undoing the top button. You held your breath, waiting impatiently for Peter to finish what he had started. His hands moved painfully slowly, caressing your spread thighs, thumbs digging into your clothed skin, making you squirm before unbuttoning and unzipping your trousers. "Lift your hips for me, my dear," he murmured, concentrating more on his actions than his words. Now, you lay on the couch beneath him, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties, and you saw his expression darken, biting his lip again.

All right. "Good girl." Peter looked sophisticated and different. Flattering and seductive was a new side of him. After all, the sweet, shy boy had a dark side.

His hand stroked your leg again, you felt the goose bumps on your skin, and when his hand finally reached the edge of his black underwear, you couldn't help but gasp as you shivered. Peter looked up, finally met your gaze and leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss travelled down your body, hitting the sweet spots on your collarbone, your sternum and down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail that made you shiver.

You stood up and reached up to pull Peter closer to you. You kissed and sucked on his neck as you felt your underwear slip completely off your legs. You started touching his trousers again, feeling his erection under the fabric. "don't tease" Peter growled, gently but firmly pushing you back on the couch as you made another mark on his skin.

Your lower belly was tense, waiting to be touched and tended to. When his lips brushed the inside of hers, you moaned and felt a kind of relief and frustration at the same time. So you didn't want him to kiss you.

"Peter," you whisper, closing your eyes and concentrating on the feel of his lips against your skin. Your head dropped back onto the pillow, your hands gripped the edge of the wide couch and you felt his tongue caress your aching clit. You hadn't had sex in a long time. Peter loved teasing you about that.

He began to move slowly, up and down and side to side, deftly turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. And when you felt one of his fingers slide inside you, you couldn't even think anymore. All you were thinking about was him, Peter.

And he pushed you over the edge. A current of pleasure exploded in your lower stomach, and the knots that formed exploded, clinging to Peter's blond hair. "Fuck" you moaned, "I'm about to-" Peter laughed, wiped his mouth with his palm and said, "Your room or mine?" he asked with a grin. Now you're skin to skin, completely exposed.

"I don't care, just fuck me."

He took you to the next room. Lying quickly on the bed, he gently laid you down and jumped on top of you. Mocking your gentleness, he looked down at your face and saw your face pucker with pleasure and a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Peter, if you don't start fucking me now, I'll do it myself" With a thrust he filled you and paused to give you time to adjust to his size. When he was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, he pulled back almost all the way before thrusting his hips into you.

It was simply heaven. It had to be. His movements quickened as he realized his hands were taking advantage of your hips, pressing your body into the mattress and plunging you into oblivion.

"Look, you're taking me so well," he said, panting heavily. His eyes were on your face, his blue eyes and messy hair made him stunning.

You felt your lower abdomen tighten again and you let Peter know you were close again, but so did he. His thrust became unsteady and he held his weight by clinging to the headboard. Both jumped off the cliff at almost the same time.

Peter sank to the mattress, rested his head on the corner of your neck and took a deep breath. He was still clinging to the headboard and didn't want to crush you with his weight, but you didn't mind.... Panting, you gently stroked his neck.

You had no words to say. We both knew how we felt. Rising slowly, Peter got up and went to the closet. He pulled a shirt and black boxer shorts out of his wardrobe and handed you the shirt as you sat down.

Peter grabbed you again, pulled you tight against his chest and pulled the sheets over the two of you. "y/n?" he finally said.

"Huh?"

"Thank God your date went wrong”

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All of The Girls You Loved Before - Poe Dameron

A/N: Hello, hello! I was working on Return to Me and was inspired to write this fic. Enjoy!!

TS Prompt #5: All of The Girls You Loved Before

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 1.8k Synopsis: On a trip back home, Poe and the reader are greeted by blasts from Poe's past, in the form of many ex girlfriends.

The Sebastian, the longest standing bar in Poe's town on Yavin 4, had not changed at all. Basically a large patio, it looked out onto the thick forest surrounding them, cloaked in the dark of night. Crickets chirped and frogs sang in a dull hum. Lights were strung up around the perimeter. It hadn't changed, and seeing it again felt like home.

Poe takes it all in, a smile on his face. There were times when he thought he'd never have reason to smile again, much less, visit the bar he had frequented so often throughout the years. He feels you looking at him and turns to see you smiling, too.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asks.

"Please."

"I'll be right back."

The patio is crowded as he makes his way through the strum of people. There is music playing from the corner, but he can't make out the tune over the hum of chatter. It seems that the two of you were not alone in your selection of a celebratory location.

The First Order was finally gone. What remained, was perhaps more daunting. Poe had a future in front of him, something he was never positive he would see. The possibilities were endless, and it excited and scared the hell out of him.

He tries to stay focused in the moment, and at this present moment, he wants to drink until he is silly with you, in a place he loves.

At the bar, he places your typical orders.

"I thought that was you," the bartender says. So distracted by the scene around him, Poe hadn't noticed who was tending the bar.

"Annie!" he says in surprise.

"Been a while since I've seen you here," she says, getting started on the drinks.

"It's been a while since I've been home at all," he says. He takes a moment to take her in, the long dark hair in a tight braid, her mouth twisted in a knot as she focuses on the drink in hand. "You look good," he says.

"So do you," she says with a smile. "Who's that with you?"

Poe follows her gaze across the room. You are standing off to the side, looking a little overwhelmed, but happy. He smiles.

"Y/N," he answers.

"She's not from here."

"No," he says. Annie lets out a tut of breath as she slides the drinks over to him. "What?"

"Just surprised you brought her home, and here, of all places," Annie says with a grin.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Given your history, is all. Figured you wouldn't want her to know about your past conquests," she says. Poe opens his mouth and closes it a moment after.

"What do I owe you?"

"On the house. Thank you for all you did," she says with a nod.

"I'm just one man," he says with a shrug. "But thank you."

He makes his way back towards you, his mind thinking about the past Annie mentioned. You aren't stupid, he knows. You know about his dating history, at least within the Resistance. But there is more, much more, that you don't know about.

"Hey," you say, taking a drink from his hand as he approaches. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he says, snaking a hand around your waist to kiss your forehead. You smile up at him and clink your drinks with his.

"This place is just how you described."

"It hasn't changed at all."

"Any fun stories?" you ask, "Wild nights? Quickies in the bathroom?"

Poe laughs, shaking his head, "None that I remember, or that I would bore you with."

"I don't buy that for a second," you say with a laugh. "Just so happens, I already did hear one story about you."

"How?" he asks.

"That girl over there," you say, nodding across the way. There is a group of girls next to a table, laughing loudly. Poe's gaze locks with one of them, and he recognizes her instantly.

"She talked to you?" he asks, his voice rising slightly in his growing panic.

"Was she not supposed to?" you ask with a laugh, drawing his gaze back to you. "She was sweet."

"What did she say?"

"Just that you met here on a night like this," you say with a shrug, "She said you were fun." There's a playful grin on your face, but Poe has to force himself to match it.

"Well . . ."

"Do you remember her being so much fun?" you tease.

"Not particularly," he says lowly.

"Hey," you say, grabbing his arm, "I'm just teasing you."

"I know."

"So laugh," you say, bumping his hip with yours. He gives you a smile, but that's all he can bring himself to do.

"Sorry. Truthfully, I was just trying to place her."

"You don't remember her?"

"She seems familiar, but no, not really. Not sure why she remembers me."

"Can you blame her?" Your hand is in his hair, and he lets it be an anchor. He faces you fully, looking down at the woman he loves now, more than any of the others.

"Y/N, I don't want to keep anything from you. I--"

"Poe Dameron?"

You both turn to see another woman approaching. Her smile practically glows in the dark as she wraps her arms around Poe in a tight hug. You step back to give them room, Poe's eyes tracking you the entire time.

"Selene, it's great to see you," Poe says, quickly wrapping an arm around your shoulders after he breaks away from her.

"You, too," she says. Her eyes trail over to you and you extend a hand.

"Y/N, nice to meet you," you say.

"Selene. Is this your first time on Yavin-4?"

"Yes, this is the first time we've been able to get away," you say looking up at Poe.

"Oh, were you in the Resistance, too?"

"I was," you said with a smile. "Truthfully, this is the first time that Poe and I have had so much time together. In the Resistance, we were always running around the galaxy, often on opposite ends."

"Well, I won't bother you for too long, just wanted to say hello to an old friend. If you'd like, a couple of friends are here with me, most you know, Poe. Come over if you'd like.

"It was great meeting you. Enjoy your night," she says with a smile.

"You too," you say. When she's out of earshot, you look at him. "You were awfully quiet."

"Sorry, I . . ."

"How many of your girlfriends do you think we'll see tonight?" you ask. He lets out a heavy sigh before answering that he isn't sure. "Poe, you don't seem to be having a great time," you say, your face becoming serious.

"I am."

"If you want, we can go back to your Dad's. This was supposed to be fun."

"I'm having fun."

"You're a bad liar."

"It's just," he begins, his hand again around your waist, needing to keep you close, "I wasn't expecting so many visitors from my past."

"Well, what did you imagine would happen coming back to a place from your past?"

"I didn't want to bombard you with all of this."

"All of what?"

"My dating history.”

"Poe-"

"Poe! You will never guess who I just saw!" Snap joins your small group, Jess and Kare not too far behind, and throws an arm around Poe.

"Who?" he asks, his voice thick with newfound exhaustion.

"Emmamay!"

"Who's that?" you ask.

"No one," Poe answers, at the same time that Snap says, "His ex-girlfriend."

"Where is she?" you ask.

"She was heading out as we came in, but said to say hi to you," Snap says. Poe nods his head, his eyes not focusing on anything specific.

"What is that now? Three exes from your past?" you ask with a grin. Black Squadron laughs around him.

"Four actually," he says. "I dated the bartender, too. Briefly."

"Really?" you ask, eyes wide with intrigue.

"Really."

He fades into the background as his friends talk. He is lost in his own thoughts, and knows that you have looked at him a few times, hoping to pull him back into the conversation, but he can't find the energy.

"Come here," you say, after so long has passed. You grab his hand and pull him out into the middle of the room, where a group has gathered to dance. "I love this song."

"I know you do," he says softly, wrapping his hands around your waist. The both of you sway along to the music, his eyes locking on yours.

"You've been weird," you say.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just tell me why. Is it about all your exes?"

"I don't want you to feel like you're the latest in a long string of women."

"So what if I am?" you ask, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"You know, my history, it's not something I'm proud of."

"You think you're the only one who has a trail of broken-hearted exes behind them?"

"I know your numbers don't match mine," he says, giving you a weak smile.

"Who cares? They were all part of the path that led us to each other. If I took you home, we'd probably run into plenty of men I had dated, some whose name I can't even remember now."

"You wouldn't know their names?" he asks with a raise of his eyebrows.

"They're inconsequential, now. No matter what I felt for them then, I love you more."

"I love you more," he says deeply.

"Then stop being so moody," you say as he pulls you in close. "I don't care if we run into a million women here. They are part of your history, part of why you've become the man you are. I'm happy to meet all of them, to know their stories of you. Because they've made you the one I've fallen for."

"I love you, baby," he says again.

"I know," you say, and tilt your head to kiss him. Poe's grip on you is tight, as if he never wants to let you go.

Part of him hopes that all of his exes are watching. He wants them to see the perfect woman in front of him. Wants them to know that the stars aligned for the two of you. He wants them to see that you are the last in his long history. You are his forever, and everything else, everyone else, will fade into the past.

“Besides, if being with all these women has taught you everything you know, I’m grateful.”

“Everything I know?”

“How you treat me,” you say simply, “How you kiss me.” He places a delicate kiss to your lips. “How you are in bed . . .”

“Maybe we should get out of here,” he says, his nose at your neck. You laugh in the breathy way that makes his body tighten, but shake your head.

“Not yet. I want to enjoy this night with you. Even if we are surrounded by all of the girls you’ve loved before.”

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The Guest House - Chapter 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,288

A/N: Almost missed this week's chapter because I've been obsessively reading Fourth Wing and Iron Flame. Took a lot of willpower to put the books down and get this finished 😅

You were absolutely shocked, flabbergasted, dismayed, aghast, and every other word in the thesaurus when Dean offered to be your hiking buddy.

Never in a million years did you ever expect the man to offer you any favors, not alone fix your car, and definitely not take you hiking.

After he left for work, a part of you still wanted to go. You weren’t one to wait around if you didn’t have to, but if you were being honest with yourself, you had been scared to go alone. The only times you had ever hiked alone was when you were a fearless teenager, and even then you had your 110 pound dog, Beau, by your side, so you never had to worry about someone bothering you. Plus, those were your home trails, you knew them even when you took a wrong turn. Mount Carmel was entirely new to you. Even though the hiking reviews said the trails were relatively easy, there was always a chance of missing a trail marker, especially being out of season. Hiking markers were typically re-sprayed in spring, so it had been almost a year of weathering the elements since the last time they’d likely have been updated.

And of course, the big question ringing in your mind – could you trust Dean? The truth was, you didn’t know much about him. Every interaction up until that point had been contentious at best. Not to mention that gun he first greeted you with. Sure, you two had a nice morning together, but was that enough to trust him and let him lead you through the woods alone?

So you decided to give Sydney a call.

“Absolutely not.” Her voice rings through the receiver. “Just cause he was nice to you once means nothing.” You sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch.

“I know.” And you do. That’s why you were calling her for a second opinion. “But he actually seemed genuine. Surprisingly so.”

“Nope. No. No way.” She reinforces her position on it. “Please don’t make me have to do an interview on Dateline. I will not be nice. I will say ‘I told her not to go but she was dumb and didn’t listen.’ Twitter will have a field day with it.” You laugh quietly as you let your head fall against the back of the couch, staring up at the plank ceilings that match the floors.

“Fair enough,” you conceded, knowing that what she’s saying is absolutely true. “But what if I told you he was really hot?” You raise your eyebrows even though she can’t see you.

The other line is silent for a moment.

“How hot we talking? Like Tom Hiddleston hot or Chris Hemsworth hot?”

“Hemsworth, definitely.” You smile as you think about Dean’s defined features; a strong jaw covered in a few days worth of scruff and his oddly beautiful green eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever considered a man’s eyes beautiful until you met him. You also enjoyed the way his hair swooped over his forehead. It wasn’t long, per say, but you definitely could see yourself grabbing a handful of it if the time were right.

“Are we forgetting the vindictive ex-wife?” Sydney chimes in, breaking you from your daydreaming before it takes a shameful turn. “I mean, he had to do something to her to make her hate him that much.”

“I’m not trying to marry him, Syd.” You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s kinda an asshole, but he’s a hot asshole. And it’s not like I’m going to be around here much longer.” You only had about two weeks left on your rental, and now that Dean was starting to come around to you, the thought crossed your mind that maybe he could be that vacation fling you had been hoping to find.

“Okay, well I gotta get back to work.” You can hear her heels click before background voices filter in. You glance over to the kitchen clock; 1:31. Her lunch break was ending. “Just make smart choices, please.” Her voice pleads just a bit. You know she trusts you, but you would be looking out for her if the roles were reversed.

“Always do, Sydy. I’ll text you later.”

As you hang up, you realize that you haven’t actually gotten lunch yet for yourself. You had some cold cuts in the fridge, but considering you were supposed to be out hiking right now, you were antsy to get out of the house.

You decide it’s a good day to head back into town and grab some lunch, and who knows, maybe you’ll run into a certain mechanic. The idea has you smiling as you grab your coat and throw on your boots, not before freshening up with some quick makeup before you go. Just in case.

Thankfully, your car starts with just one easy press of the ignition, and your lips turn upward as you think about Dean saving you this morning.

A few minutes later, you’re parked downtown, this time getting a spot right in front of BILLIES. Your eyes scan the street, not seeing the tell-tale forest green truck of your neighbor.

It had been wishful thinking, but you still need lunch so you head inside.

“Afternoon, hun.” Billie herself greets you, and you give her a wave as you take a seat at the counter. This was your fourth visit now, and each time Billie had always greeted you with a warm smile and treated you like a regular, even though she knew you were leaving soon.

She drops a menu and a water in front of you.

“You know the deal.” She gives you a smirk before turning towards the kitchen. And you do. Once you are ready to order, just flag her down.

You’ve been making a point to order something new each time you visit, so today you were going with a chipotle turkey cheeseburger, curly fries, and your usual Diet Coke.

Once your food is ready, Billie drops it in front of you, but you stop her before she can hurry away. Even with a near-empty diner, she always manages to find something to keep her busy.

“Hey, can I get your opinion on something?” She nods, her hair bouncing around her as she drops a hand to her hip.

“What’s up, hun?”

“You know Dean pretty well, right?” Her chestnut eyes narrow at you.

“Sure do,” Her tone is lighter than her gaze. “Known that boy since he was a tyke. Babysat him and his brother a few times.”

Well that was interesting, you didn’t know Dean had a brother. Not that you would, but considering all your run-ins, you assumed he would have been around. Maybe he didn’t live here anymore.

“He offered to take me hiking on Mount Carmel on Thursday. Obviously I barely know him, he’s safe to go with right? Like, I don’t have to worry about him killing me or anything?” Her head falls back with a deep laugh, and her hands clap together. It takes her a moment to collect herself as her chest heaves, and she wipes a tear away from her eye. You just watch her with wide eyes as she draws the attention of the few patrons enjoying a late lunch.

“Oh, LORD, I have not laughed like that in a while.” She throws a hand onto her chest.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” You assume from her reaction.

“Sweetie, that boy is harmless.” She assures you, a hint of laughter still in her tone. “A pain in the ass, maybe, but you don’t have anything to worry about with Dean.”

“Well that I knew.” You pick up a fry and take a bite.

“How’d you manage to talk him into taking you for a hike anyhow?” Billie asks as she rests one hand on the counter and the other finding its way back to her hip.

“He offered,” you shrug, biting into another fry as her eyebrows shoot up.

“He offered to take you hiking?” She parrots in disbelief and you nod. Her eyes look you up and down and you suddenly sit up straighter under her scrutiny.

“What?” You now feel self-conscious. You don’t know what she’s looking at or for, but heat rises to your ears and cheeks as she looks you over.

She just tsks and shakes her head, pushing off the counter.

“Just surprised is all.” She gives a small shrug as someone behind you flags her down. “Enjoy your meal, hun.”

And with that, she hurries into the dining room, leaving you confused and hungry as you pick up your burger and dig in.

Dean’s toweling off his hair, the bathroom steamed and warm from his shower, when his phone buzzes on the counter.

He clicks his phone alive, 7:02 in big white numerals above the text notification bearing your name.

He stands up a little straighter as he clicks open the text, his eyes quickly scanning your words.

If the offer still stands, I wouldn’t mind a hiking buddy on Thursday.

He smiles down at the text. He obviously didn’t know you very well, but he fully anticipated you ignoring his warning and going hiking alone today anyways.

But his shoulders drop as he realizes he’s now committed to a hike and he drops his head back.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he tossed his damp towel in the hamper and heads into the bedroom, thinking about his response as he grabs some sweats, a henley, and a thick pair of socks, because god damn, it was cold out.

Once he’s changed, he picks his phone back up.

Consider it done. He texts back as he heads downstairs to whip up some dinner.

Dean didn’t have a lot of skills outside the auto shop, but one thing he was good at was cooking. He spent a lot of his childhood watching cooking shows with his mom as she tried to up her own ability, his early years being a lot of tv dinners and mac and cheese. By the time he was a teenager, she could pull together the most delicious pot roast and mashed potatoes you ever had. And Dean was her number one helper.

“My little sous chef.” She would call him until he begged her to stop one day when he was twelve.

The thought makes him smile, and he realizes he hasn’t called her in a while.

Once he gets out the ingredients he needs, he grabs his headphones and pops them into his ears.

“Hey Siri,” He unwraps the strip steak and slaps it down onto a cutting board. “Call mom.”

The phone rings as he heavily salts the beef.

“Dean!” His mother's excitement makes him wince as it nearly blows out his eardrums.

“Hi, mom,” he smiles, happy to be talking to her for the first time in well over a week. He tried to call her every few days, but as his divorce has been draining him mentally and financially, he’s been calling less. And at this moment, he feels really bad about it.

“It’s been a while.” She says much softer. “How are things?” The genuineness in her voice immediately eases the stress that has burrowed in his shoulders ever since Lisa left.

As he heats up and butters his cast iron skillet, he fills his mom in on happenings at the shop, Mary needing full updates on Benny, Adam, and the rest of the gang. How the divorce is going, and Dean fills her in about his guest.

“Dean,” she sighs. He knows this divorce hurts her. She had loved Lisa like the daughter she never had, and was so excited to watch her son start his life with what she thought was a lovely woman. He still remembers her heartbreak when he told her that he caught Lisa cheating and that she had left him.

“Sweetheart, is this really worth dragging on?” He rolls his eyes as he bastes the steak.

Here comes the mom lecture.

“I really wish you could just move on from all this. I know she hurt you, but Dean, how long are you going to continue giving her power over your life?” His shoulders drop as he sighs.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move on, but to be honest, he just didn’t know how. Everything went so wrong so fast, his head was spinning like a top, and that was before he found Lisa in bed with Gavin.

“I really want you to be happy, Dean.” The break in her voice has him shaking his head. This was another reason he hasn’t been calling as often. He didn’t want his own mother to pity him.

Here he was, 32 years old, in the middle of a divorce, with nothing but a house and bitterness, while his brother was thriving.

At 28, Sam was proving to be a shining star at the law firm he started with when he graduated law school. And last month, he proposed to his college sweetheart, Jessica. His life was just beginning, while Dean’s was stuck in the mud.

“I am happy, mom.” He lies. “And I’ll be a lot happier once this divorce is over and Lisa is out of my life for good.” He carefully flips his steak, continuing to baste so it doesn’t burn. He can hear his mother’s sigh in his ears. She always knew when he was lying.

“Are you coming up to visit anytime soon?” She changes the subject.

“Actually, I’m coming up this weekend. There’s a car auction Sunday and Rick wants me to come tune up a few of his cars before he puts them on the block.”

“Oh good!” His mother’s excitement returns, and they carry on with their conversation.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean carries his finished plate to the table; seared stripe steak and roasted green beans with some leftover potatoes he had from a few nights ago.

He rubs his hands together before he cuts into the steak, humming at the perfectly medium rare center.

After a few bites, he picks up his phone, and sees he has a missed text from you stamped 24 minutes ago, while he was on the phone with his mom.

Not sure if you wake up early on your days off, but if you do, I was thinking a sunrise hike? But if not I’m happy to go anytime.

Dean purses his lips as he takes another bite, this time mixing in some mashed potato.

He Googles Thursday’s sunrise: 6:59am. The hiking trails were about 25 minutes away, and it takes about an hour to hike to the lookout. Doing the math backwards, they would have to leave here by 5:30am. Definitely a little early for his taste on his one day off this week, but he invited himself on your hike, so he was going to swallow down his own distaste for that early of a start and agree.

Sounds good to me. Meet me in the driveway 5:30am. We can take my car.

Dean’s about to put his phone down but the three text bubbles jump up on the screen, and only a few seconds later, your next text.

On second thought, how about a post-sunrise hike?

Dean smiles and lets you know that works, and you agree to meet in the driveway at 7:30am instead.

See you then. You reply, and Dean closes out the screen and returns to his dinner.

He’s not sure why, but he feels almost excited for tomorrow. Which is odd considering how much he fucking hates hiking. And though you two have been civil, he still wouldn't say he likes you. He just doesn’t dislike you anymore, finally able to separate you from the scheme Lisa dropped you into.

But Dean doesn’t dwell on it, more than likely just looking forward to a change of scenery as he takes a big bite of steak and settles into his seat.

“I can’t believe you consider this fun,” Dean huffs behind you, watching every step he takes as you transverse the mountainside. The incline is not overly steep, and thankfully the path isn’t too rocky, but the real danger is the one Dean warned you about; the ice. Thankfully you haven’t fallen flat on your ass, but you’ve definitely slipped a few times, once which had you rolling out your ankle to make sure you hadn’t sprained it only fifteen minutes in.

“No one forced you to come.” You remind him with an easy breath as you focus back on your own steps, your gloved hands resting easy on the lapels of your backpack. Not that you’re trying to taunt him while he seems to be struggling as he staggers behind you.

“You know, you could walk on a flat road.” Dean continues to complain a few minutes later, as the trees start to fall away, replaced by boulders and lingering snow patches. “I mean, really, what the hells the difference? There’s plenty of trees on the road by my place if that’s what you’re looking for.” He gripes as you turn over your shoulder, watching as he steps around an iced-over puddle.

“Tell me Dean, are you always this grumpy, or do I just seem to bring out the worst in you?” You pause and fully look towards him, dropping your hands across your chest as he takes a few more cautious steps, closing the distance between you as he steps up on a rock, the added height making him tower over you.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour, and Dean has complained almost every chance he’s had. It was very clear that he did not enjoy hiking, and it was starting to sour your morning. This was supposed to be your get-into-nature, positive energy, meditative morning hike. You had no problem taking this hike alone, he was the one who invited himself. So it was time he started acting like the guest he was.

“Must be you, sweetheart.” He grins widely down at you, his white teeth flashing, and you suck in a breath as your heart halts.

Holy shit, this man is beautiful. His hair is tucked into a gray knit hat, and his broad frame is hidden under a thick, camel hunting coat. But his eyes. Those green eyes are shining bright in the early morning sun, and they may be the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen, on a man or woman. It’s almost unfair.

Truly, what the hell is a man as good-looking as Dean doing hiding away in this small town? Especially with the city only two hours away. He could easily be a model or an actor if he wanted to. The world opens doors for beautiful people.

“Lucky me,” you regain your composure and return a tight smile as you turn on your heel, but as you shift, your left foot slips out from under your boot and you start to fall forward, your hands shooting out to brace your fall just as two hands grip your hips, catching you.

“Warned you about that ice.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice as he helps you straighten up, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin through your workout tights before he lets go.

You want to shoot back a sassy remark, but you bite your tongue.

“Thank you.” You offer instead, turning towards him carefully as to not lose your footing again.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiles down at you as he pushes past, taking the lead for the first time since you started your hike, and you have no choice but to follow.

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“This is weird, right?” You say to yourself once you’re back to your little cabin. Who the fuck goes on a trip with a man they barely know, to stay with his mother of all people.

Aunt Rose would. Your inner voice rings out. Hell, she would jump at the opportunity for the chance at a fun weekend at a fancy car show.

I mean, it did sound cool. You’ve never been to a car show before, not that you know much about them, but you do “ohhh” and “ahhh” whenever a nice car drives by. You can at least appreciate them. And what were you going to do this weekend? The loneliness was starting to grate at you. Turns out four weeks alone wasn’t as relaxing as you expected it to be. It was nice at first, but now it was getting boring. You’ve hiked, you’ve read, you’ve meditated, you’ve shopped. Though it sounds like the town is bustling with city tourists during the warmer months, there was not much going on while there’s snow on the ground. Really, the only thing you could think of was to head to Max’s. Maybe you could meet someone this time, and not get interrupted since Dean won’t be around.

But you know that’s not what you want to do.

Oh god, Sydney is going to murder me.

You pick up your phone and open a text.

I’m in.

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'Cute' was not a word Bail would've used for himself.

No one else really did, either. His mother had started calling him her 'handsome boy' pretty exclusively before he had hit four, and Bail had not thought anything about it, only that it had definitely made him feel bigger and older. Which was a lot, since he had at that point been as tall as Rouge, who had just turned seven.

He had not though about it at all until he was a couple of weeks shy of nineteen and holding Breha's hand on their evening walk. He raised his brow when Breha suddenly glanced down at their hands and laughed softly under her breath.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing", Breha answered. "I just like how you always want to hold hands. It's cute."

Bail also looked down at their hands. Did he? He supposed he did. He still held hands with Tia a lot of the time when they were out, and touches like that just were a thing in their household. That was how they showed affection, and Bail was happy Breha liked it as well.

"That's good", he said, not able to contain a smile spreading on his face. Breha smiled back, and glanced back down at their hands, before looking Bail straight in the eye.

"You're cute", she said, and Bail suddenly felt very hot on his face.

"Oh", he managed to say. "Thank you?"

Breha laughed softly again, and squeezed his hand.

Bail thought about it for the rest of the week.

---

Bail stared himself at the mirror.

"That's a contemplating look if I've ever seen one", Breha said. Bail sighed.

"I am contemplating", he said. "...does this make me look too...wide?"

He was not usually the one to be self-conscious about his appearance, but even he had his low points. Preparing for his first appearance as Alderaan's Senator was, apparently, one of them.

Breha gave him a look.

"I don't think you can be "too" much of anything", she hummed. "Especially when it comes to your own body. But, I think you look good. Very dashing and robust."

That got an unintentional laugh out of Bail.

"Robust?" He asked, raising his brow.

"Yes. Strong and hale", Breha said. She walked up next to him. She looked tiny compared to him, in her sleek and light home dress.

Bail saw her look a little bit more intensely at their reflection.

"Of course I'm a bit biased", she said. "I like you being tall and broad, and don't mind at all when something accentuates that."

"Thank you", Bail said. "I was just thinking, since I'm already the tallest person in every room I walk into. I wouldn't want to look too imposing."

"You won't", Breha said without hesitation. "You look too kind for that."

She turned to look at him proper.

"The only tiny downside of your height is that I can't see your cute face all the time straight on", she said.

She smirked when Bail didn't quite manage to fight back the flush.

"You're doing that on purpose", he accused.

Breha tilted her head.

"Yes", she said. "And I can see it's working."

She laughed as Bail picked her up and pressed kisses on her face.

---

"You work too much", Fox said.

"I'm sure", Bail answered. He bit back a laugh when Fox sighed loudly.

"Yes", Fox said, and flopped down next to him. He wouldn't be staying the whole night in the Cantham house, as it was too far away from the base and he had a shift the next morning, but Bail still enjoyed every moment of every opportunity he had of having Fox in his home. "You work way too much. You're too handsome to work that much."

He brushed, a bit clumsily, Bail's hair away from his face. Now Bail did let out a low laugh.

"Thank you", he said. "I appreciate your opinion on that, though I think the wine is making you exaggerate a bit."

It was making Fox slightly uncoordinated and hazy-eyed. Bail had not thought about the fact that his position as the Commander of the Guard didn't leave Fox with a lot of downtime, and definitely not enough downtime for him to get drunk, like many of his brothers did while they were on Coruscant. The wine they had had earlier that evening had hit Fox a bit harder than was intended.

Fox almost pouted.

"It's not", he said, and sat back up, leaning over Bail slightly. "I'm very correct."

"Of course you are, my love", Bail said, though the amused grin on his face was probably not selling his words to Fox at that moment.

"I am!" Fox said, tapping Bail at his forehead. "You are way too cute to be working so much!"

Oh. Bail had mostly gotten over being embarrassed of how much of an effect such a little word could have on him, but now it hit him on full force again.

"I-" he started, only to be instantly interrupted.

"Way too cute!" Fox repeated. "It should be illegal! I need to call Breha and tell her that she needs to make it a law-"

"Oh, no, no, you don't need to do that right now", Bail hurried to sit up as well as Fox leaned away and started reaching for his commlink. "You can talk to Breha tomorrow, alright? She's probably sleeping already."

Fox blinked a couple of times.

"Oh, right", he said, and turned away from the commlink. He took one look at Bail's face and frowned. "Are you okay? You look very dark on your face."

Oh, Bail was sure he did.

"I'm fine", he said. "How about we lay down for a moment, before I take you back to the base?"

Fox didn't say anything for a moment. He kept staring at Bail, with his brow furrowed, until suddenly his eyes seemed to clear up a bit.

"I see", he said. "Is it because I called you cute?"

He squinted his eyes at Bail when Bail failed to answer immediately.

"Maybe?" Bail knew he was done when Fox slowly nodded at that.

"I see", he said, again. "Interesting."

"It's definitely way too interesting for your current state", Bail said. "Now, lay down, please."

Fox nodded again, and did lay down, though he kept staring at Bail very intently the whole time. He reached his hand, and lightly brushed his fingers over Bail's cheekbone.

"Interesting", he said under his breath, and Bail knew that this wouldn't be the last he heard about this.

---

Three weeks later, Fox, this time completely sober and clear intention in his eyes, partially climbed over Bail and leaned close.

"Cute", he said, and pressed a feather light kiss on the corner of Bail's mouth. He smirked so smugly at Bail's rapidly warming face that one would've thought he had just won the war all by himself.

That first kiss was definitely the last light touch for the night. Bail was sure that had been the intention all along.

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electronicwitchcollection · 7 months

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Aizen smut

crikey (never used the word crikey in my life, but hey, maybe it was all part of Aizens plan) Aizen is a difficult man to write for! This is my first, and probably my last Aizen one shot 😂 it took me WEEKS to write this and I still hate it

Aizen

Prompt : "sorry... I didn't mean to call you that"

"don't come until I tell you too"

You had stayed behind after office hours to help your Captain catch up on his paperwork. You had overheard the conversation between Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori as he sent her home early, clearly struggling with what appeared to be a particularly bad flu. Lieutenant Hinamori's sniffly protests were quickly silenced by Captain Aizens deep and sultry tone, promising that he could manage one late night without her help.

"I can help you Captain". Your voice unexpectedly joined the room, as your own eyes widened in surprise

you hadn't ment to say that out loud

Captain Aizens eyes fell on you, seemingly searching into your very soul, for what, you couldn't place. Slowly they caressed your body, starting at your legs, travelling slowly up every curve until they stopped to stare into your eyes

"L/N-chan". He had smiled sweetly at you, soft brown eyes enhanced by square glasses freezing you to the spot as a chill ran through you "are you sure you have nothing better to do with your evening?"

You watched captivated as his tongue swept out, barely noticeable, to run across his bottom lip. His smile was small, kind. His eyes however, were intense and focused, watching you intently as you tried to grasp hold of yourself

"I don't mind, sir. I've not got anything planned for tonight"

That was a lie. You had planned to go to the shopping district to find yourself a new book, having finished your last one. Suddenly the prospect of a new book seemed unimportant now that you had the chance to spend some one on one time with the Captain that had captivated your most secret of fantasies.

You could feel your cheeks begin to warm and silently prayed that you weren't glowing a brilliant red. Captain Aizen watched you for a moment more before turning to his Lieutenant, unassuming smile back on his handsome face

"now head home, Hinamori-chan. Get yourself better" he laid a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing it momentarily as she gazed up at him adoringly, a familiar look that you often catch on your own face when seeing your Captain

That's how you ended up seated at a large, dark wooden desk opposite your Captain in the otherwise empty work barracks. The sun had long since set, it was a cloudy night and without the shine of the moon, Captain Aizen had lit some candles to illuminate the space.

The scratching of quills on paper, the distant wind and the small crackle of the flames were all that could be heard in the office. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as your eyes left the paperwork for the numerous time that evening to catch a glimpse of the Captain bathed in candle light.

One large hand laid flat on his desk as he easily wrote his report. His strong jaw was cast in shadow as his head tilted down. You watched transfixed as his hand left the desk to push his glasses back up his nose to a more comfortable position and your mouth went dry

From the first time you had seen Captain Aizen, guest lecturing at the academy you had been infatuated with him. Tall, powerful frame. His kind, deep chocolate eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses. His dark, devil may care hair, falling softly on his face. There wasn't much you didn't find attractive about him.

When he had began his lecture, a shiver went down your spine at the deep sultry tone. You began to fantasise about him, touching you, whispering dirtily into your ear. The fantasies only grew more intense when you joined his division and got to see him every day

You had wondered how he would be in bed. If he would be sweet and loving, taking care of your every need as he held you close. You had even wondered if he had any other.. more interesting kinks

I wonder if he likes being called daddy?

You almost snorted at the thought, thinking such things in work.

"YN chan?" Captain Aizens voice pulled you from your day dreaming, only to realise you had been staring at him the entire time. He had a small smile playing on his lips as he raised an amused eyebrow. "Do you feel well?"

"yes! Sorry, I got lost in thought" you babbled quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring

"thank goodness. I had worried you had caught what Hinamori is suffering through." His smile widened as he put down his quill to clasps his hands together on the desk"your cheeks are becoming awfully red"

You screamed internally. Cursing how easily you became embarrassed and how obvious it showed on your pale skin

"No sir" you said quietly, averting your eyes "just got distracted"

"understandable, it's become quite late." His voice sounded lower, gruffer. "It's nearly midnight"

Your head snapped up at that. Midnight?! How long have I been staring?! You thought mortified

"thank you for your help, YN chan, but perhaps it's time for you to head home to bed"

"I don't mind finishing" you offered weakly, glancing at the still unfinished paperwork sat between you. Aizen shook his head gently, picking his quill back up

"Im afraid I must insist. I cannot be responsible for keeping you up all night" he said distracted, concentrating on his work once more

I actually wouldn't mind you keeping me up all night. The intrusive thought brought a flush to your face. Standing abruptly, you bowed low to your Captain. "Thank you, daddy"

Your eyes widened significantly as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Staring at the wooden floor below you, you prayed frantically

Please say that didn't happen. Please don't let him have heard me

The sound of the quill hitting the desk was deafening. As you straightened up you saw Captain Aizen staring at you, a mixture of amusement and shock over his handsome features. There was something else, deep in his eyes that you couldn't make out

"im sorry" you stutter out quickly, barely above a whisper "I didn't mean to call you that"

Bowing again quickly, you turned on your heel and made your way to the office door as quick as you could without running. You felt humiliated, angrily cursing yourself for not thinking before you spoke

"YN" your Captains gravely voice stopped you as your trembling fingers brushed the brass door handle. You stopped, closing your eyes dreading what would happen next "take a seat"

Unable to refuse the command of a Captain, you turned to walk slowly back to your previous seat, eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Just as your hand began to pull your chair back, he spoke again

"not there" the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor "here"

Your eyes snapped up, wide and confused. He tapped his thigh twice, indicating where he wanted you to sit. "Now, YN" he spoke softly, but the command got you moving. Your legs started to shake as you walked around the desk, breathing heavily through your nose.

Aizen turned in his seat as you approached, watching you intently. You came to a stop in front of him, body trembling with nerves and a little excitement. Aizen swiped his hand above his lap, a welcoming gesture offering the space

"Captain Aizen.. I." You started, painfully awkward. Were you really expected to sit on his lap? Surly this was some kind of joke, the moment you sit down he would surly laugh at you.

"do not make me repeat myself for a third time" he said in a clipped manor, eyes flashing dangerously. You turned immediately, lowering yourself gently to perch on his lap, trying to keep most of your weight supported on your two feet tip toeing on the floor. Staring straight ahead, you waited with held breath as you gripped the cloth on your thighs tightly with both hands

"good girl" Aizen muttered near your ear as he push your hair to fall over one shoulder, his breath ghosted over your ear making you squirm expectantly. Large hands settled on your waist, gripping them firmly and halting your movements

"stay still" Aizen growled lowly into your ear. Your breath hitched as you fought the urge to push your thighs together,desperately wanting some friction. His grip on your hips pulled you further onto his lap as his lips began leaving teasing kisses down your neck. Gasping at the sensation your eyes closed automatically to savour the feeling.

"do you want me to take care of you?" You heard Aizen utter as he pulled the neckline of your top over, kissing the shoulder he created access too. Your lust filled brain wanted nothing more than that

"yes" you breath as you tilted your head to the side to expose more skin

"yes, what?" He asked you, pulling back and denying you his touch

"yes..please?" The whine in your voice evident to your own ears

"try again" Aizens cold voice sounded out demandingly

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, unsure of what he was wanting. His usual warm brown eyes were hardened, staring at you expectantly. Apology about to fall from your lips was silenced as his hand came up to cup your flushed cheek, his thumb ran across your bottom lip

"who are you addressing, YN?"

"yes..Daddy"

"good girl" he praised you, using his thumb to pull down your lower lip and watching it spring back into place. "Stand"

You raise to your feet quickly, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Not daring to turn around, You could feel Aizen stand behind you, hear the sound of his chair being pushed away to the side. You jumped at the feel of a large hand caress over the swell of your clothed ass, a small squeak leaving your lips. The hand traveled to your hip, following the contour down to your thigh. A burning trail left in the wake of the inquisitive palm.

The hand left you and you let out a shaky breath. The shuffling of papers had your head tilting to the side, you watched as the Captain cleared room on his desk before removing his glasses and placing them in the draw. The snap of the wooden draw closing had you jolting back round, staring ahead obediently. You heard Aizens soft footsteps before you saw him, slowly he stalked around you, eyes fixated on your body like a predator ready to pounce on their willing prey.

With the glasses removed, Aizens face seemed more defined. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones more pronounced, flickering candles casting sinister shadows over his face. The usual fall of his hair was slicked back, a rouge strand falling over his intense eyes. You swallowed thickly at the sight

He stood before you, intently studying your form, arms crossed over his chest, Aizen propped a thumb under his chin, finger ghosting over his own lips deep in thought. Your cheeks reddened Under his scrutiny.

"Remove your clothing" removing his glasses seemed to have changed his whole persona, not only does he now look angular and dominating, even his voice had taken on a darker tone. You're unable to tear away your gaze from his powerful eye contact, slowly your limbs move to do as commanded. Your arms felt heavy, uncoordinated as you fumble with your sash.

Fingers felt numb as you tried to loosen the knot. Aizen watched as you struggled, seemingly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Mercifully the knot loosened, allowing you to pull it free and loosening the wrap of your Black Kosode. You peeled it from your rapidly heating body, dropping it to the floor.

Aizens eyes raked over the exposed skin, studying the swell of your breasts sat perkily in your black lacy bra. You could feel as your nipples hardened under his hungry look, brushing against the course netting of your bra. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of your Hakama, shimmying it over your full hips to fall in a pool at your feet. Aizen offered you a large hand to step out from the fabric. Your hand trembled in his own, strong hand. Stepping free, you kicked off your tabi and waraji, Aizen dropped your hand to fall back at your side

You we're thankful you had decided to wear matching underwear this morning as his eyes fixated at the juncture between your thighs. The small Material became damp, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the need you felt between your legs, earning for friction. Your skin prickled as goosebumps erupted at the slight chill in the room.

Aizen stalked forward, circling you slowly. You felt him stop behind you, his breath ghosted over your hair sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his fingers brush against your bra strap, running his finger along the edge. Your eyes closed as you felt him undo the clasp, felt the relief from your breasts escaping their prison. Slowly he pushed a strap down your arm, stroking the skin as he went before doing the same to the other side. Your bra followed the rest of your attire, left forgotten on the floor.

Stood only in your panties you felt a flush of embarrassment flow through you, every imperfection laid bare for your Captain to whiteness. Seconds stretched out painfully in silence though you couldn't find the strength to turn around. Something landing heavily at your side startled you. You peeked down to see your Captains white coat on the floor with your belongings.

The rest of his uniform quickly followed, excitement filled you when the last item hit the floor. The subject of your infatuation was stood behind you naked. Saliva increased in volume in your mouth, literally salivating at the idea.

"Turn" the single command broke the silence. You obey eagerly, turning to see the gloriously naked form of Sousuke Aizen, leaning on the side of his desk, hips jutted out invitingly. Your eyes dropped down to his arousal, thick and swollen with need. The phallic looked smooth and heavy, it twitched excitedly at your intensive look.

"kneel" your eyes snapped back up to meet his own, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised expectantly at your hesitation. "Now, YN"

You hurriedly took a step forward before dropping to your knees. Eye level with his hardened length, musky masculine smell reached your nose. Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips.

"open". You willing opened your mouth, forming the perfect O. Aizen inched closer to you, rubbing the bulbous head across your bottom lip teasingly. A drop of precum stained your lips, your tongue darted out to taste the moisture. Subtly salty, it made your mouth water. Aizen pushed into your willing mouth, cock gliding over your tongue. You felt the silky skin with your tongue, tentatively tasting his length.

Aizen sucked in a harsh breath above you, hips bucking his length further into your mouth. Taking it as a sign to continue you pull him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently. Aizen smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to hold loosely behind your head in a make shift ponytail. You set the pace, sucking on his cock softly, massaging the length liberally with your tongue. Your head pulled back at a tortuous pace, swirling your wet appendage around the leaking head.

Aizen endured your pace, strong thighs spread in front of you, twitching deliciously during a slow drag of your mouth. Your hands reached out to hold the powerful muscles, raking your nails over his taut skin. Wet slurps mingled with quiet the grunts that managed to escape his control.

The grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, Aizens feet spread, planting securely on the floor were the only warning you had before Aizen took control. Pushing your head onto his cock as he thrusted forward, Aizen fucked your mouth with the soul purpose of pleasing himself. Breathing heavily through your nose, you try to relax your jaw, giving him free reign to use your mouth.

A quick snap of his hips had you gagging loudly, his erection hitting the back of your throat harshly. Aizen groaned at the noise, eagerly pushing himself further into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, clawing at something to hold. "You can take it" his words pulled your eyes upwards, locking into his own. Nearly black with lust he watched you intently as he pushed himself into your mouth to the hilt and holding himself there.

The head of his cock squeezed its way to the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath. Fighting back a threatening gag, you fight the panic of the loss of air, willing yourself to relax. Aizen kept you in place with a firm grip on your hair, the strands tugging painfully at your scalp. The lack of oxygen was becoming to much, your eyes watered at the burn, a tear pulled from your lashes, trailing wetly down your cheek.

Struggling in his grasp, you tried pulling yourself from the intrusive length in your throat. Swallowing thickly around the mass, your throat contrasted in the effort to remove the invading rod. You clawed at Aizens thighs, desperately looking into his cold gaze, begging for release. Just when you thought Aizen wouldn't hear your pleas he pulled back, removing himself from your mouth entirely. You gasped harshly, air rushing back into your burning lungs. Aizen watched as you coughed and spluttered at his feet, hand loosening in your hair to resume petting you gently.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that had escaped. He allowed you a moment to collect yourself, soothingly stroking your hair. Breathing turning back to normal, you let out a shaky breath.

Aizens hand on your hair trailed down to your neck, caressed over your shoulder and down to your elbow. Guiding you to your feet, legs trembling, fighting to hold you up right. When you trusted your legs to hold your weight, you looked up into your Captains face. A slight up turn of his lips, too cold to be a real smile is what you saw

"You choking on my cock was a magnificent sight". He praised you, leaning down to kiss you chastely, pulling away too soon for your liking. You let Aizen guide you back to the desk, hand securely holding your elbow. He manoeuvred you to the desk where he was previously sitting, standing close behind you. You felt Aizen push your hair to one side, allowing him access to your neck. Firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders, slowly gliding down your arms to your hands, muttering into your neck "hold the edge of the desk, don't let go" as he bent you over, placing your hands on the opposite side with a squeeze.

You felt exposed, bent naked over his large desk, ass in the air. You felt his hands trails back up your arms as he straightened, caressing your back down to the swell of your ass that he squeezed liberally. Breasts were pressed into the smooth wood of the desk, head hung down to press your forehead to the cool surface. Your breath came out in short pants, heating the little space between your mouth and chest.

Aizen hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them pool around your feet. His hands roamed over your ass, admiring the view. Your head snapped back with a guttural moan as Aizen slammed into you unexpectedly. Thick cock stretching you painfully as he filled you completely. He grabbed hold of your sharply hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The slow drag of his length had you feeling every exquisite inch of the velvety flesh as he pulled from you, to snap back in unforgivingly.

The loud slaps of skin on skin broke through the sill calmness of the empty Baracks, echoing sinfully around the room. Your eyes shut in agonising pleasure as he thrust into you lethally, setting a punishing pace. Your lower stomach rippled and contorted, rapidly building up the tension ready to snap into deleterious ecstasy.

Aizen pulled you onto him with every thrust, filling you to the brim. Your knuckles whitened on the desk you clung to desperately, fighting the pull of Aizen pulling you onto his cock. You moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through your abused core. A hand reached out to fist your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your neck strained against the angle as you keened softly.

"don't cum until I tell you too" Aizens strained voice commanded you, keeping hold of the air of Authority he had been portraying. Your dripping pussy clenched at his words, aching to find release. A whine left your lips, hips slamming into the hard edge of the desk supporting your body. You felt ready to explode, tittering on the edge, an orgasm ready to rip through you.

You clenched your teeth in concentration, striving off your impending release. Aizens hips bounced off your ass with his rapid thrusting, slapping increasing in volume. Pleasure overwhelming, the need to let go was becoming unbearable . Tears pricked in your eyes "Please" you almost sobbed the word.

"not yet" He told you, releasing your hair to grab one of your legs, pulling it up to rest your knee on the desk before joining his other hand bruising your hip. "Wait until I tell you"

You cried out at his frenzied thrusting, abusing your gspot with practiced accuracy. The new angle had him reaching impossibility deeper. Lewd wet noises penetrated through your desperate haze had you cringing . The sloppy sounds of your sex,evidence of the pleasure you were feeling. Aizens thrusts became erratic, loosing the rhythm in his gear attempt to ascend into bliss.

"now, YN " he growled behind you, slamming into you with a final blow. Warmth filled you as he released, the thick substance coating your spasming walls, leaking out to drip down onto the polish desk. You screamed silently, mouth hanging open as euphoria washed over you. Endorphins rushed through your body, vision blurring momentarily as your spent pussy milked the last few drops from your captains softening cock.

Your body went limp, death grip on the desk loosening as you laid boneless, shallowly panting. You groaned as Aizen pulled himself from you entirely, cold empty feeling replacing the full warmth, his ejaculate cooling uncomfortably on your thighs. You heard the movement around you, mind too foggy to place the sounds.

The wooden roll of a desk draw opening had you blinking away the pull of sleep enticing you. Tenderly you tried to get your arms under you, peeling your sweat soaked skin off the polished wood. Aizen appeared in your vision, redressed in his uniform. He had his glasses back on his nose, hair messily about his face. The hardened look disappeared, replaced with the comforting kindness you had associated with the Captain

He tenderly stroked your hair, pushing the messed up strands over your ear "you did wonderfully, thank you for your assistance this evening, YN chan" He straightened to his full height, looming over you for a moment before walking to the door, calling softly over his shoulder "get yourself home, YN. "

You watch dumbfounded as he left the office without a backwards glance. The silence in the room was deafening, cool chill became bitingly cold as the feeling of being utterly used swallowed you. You pushed yourself to stand on trembling legs, numbly gathering your clothes and redressing automatically. The difference in the captain was startling. As though two different men inhabited the same body, you struggled to wrap your mind around the contrast between them

Just who was Sousuke Aizen?

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Started watching Bleach again as an adult because I saw a 100k+ fic and decided that in order to read it, I needed to understand the canon. Once I actually got into the canon I fell immediately in love with Urahara and got sucked into a totally different ship. This is that ship. And since I'm a firm believer that once you read over 100 fics for a ship in less 3 months, you need to make a list of your favouriters, here we are!

@uraharaichigo's current top 25 URAICHI FIC.

breaking and entering is a crime, you know (but i'd forgive you of anything) by Excalis | T, 4k | “Why do you keep breaking into my house?” Ichigo complained, in lieu of a proper response. It was best to not feed Kisuke’s ego. “I was sexiled from my own home,” Kisuke sighed.

Your Humble Offering (In The Mouth Of This Abandoned Church) by RayShippouUchiha | M, 10k | Ichigo, the man who took Kisuke’s crumbling self into both of his hands and pressed the pieces back together with a gruff sort of gentleness, dies.

the shore at dusk (there you'll find my heart) by Starsilver | M, 5k | Ichigo dreams of the heartbeat pounding of the waves and the taste of brine on his lips.

Alchemy by athena_crikey | G, 22k | Shiba Ichigo leads a boring, blameless life as head administrator for the Shiba Clan. Until one day, a mysterious repair shop moves in next door.

Brightest by athena_crikey | T, 8k | “You fill your life with colour and noise and friendship, Kurosaki-san. It’s a very impressive trait. You turn enemies into friends. I… I turn friends into enemies.” Urahara’s still smiling; bitter, brittle.

Madness of Monday by NotLonelyJustAlone | G, 7k | How… how… how? How do you explain ‘I’ve either gone mad or I’m reliving the same week and I don’t feel mad and everything happens the same but I remember it all and I can’t can’t can’t keep doing this please help please please please because even if I’m not mad already I can tell the road there is definitely shorter today than yesterday?’

Standing Over Him by NotLonelyJustAlone | T, 10k | “And you, Kurosaki Ichigo, are mine.” Ichigo without his powers, but not totally alone.

Bureaucracy Hell by Aliendel | G, 8k | Reizei Ariko was considered old for a shinigami. Useless in a fight, she’d been relegated to an administrative position at the Academy. She was content with her mostly monotonous life dealing with arrogant nobles and stupid brats. Until an orange-haired young man barged into it and turned her life upside down like he had so many others.

Fashion Faux Pas? by celestivian | E, 20k | Ichigo has a big party to go to, and nothing to wear. Out of desperation, he seeks out Kisuke for help. Kisuke, of course, delivers.

You Don't Have a Soul, You Are a Soul (You Have a Body) by FeelingFredly | G, 2.6k | Kisuke has a disregard for his own safety a mile wide and it's enough to drive Ichigo mad. This time he finds the shopkeeper unconscious but not alone, and the woman with him has some very interesting things to say.

Car by CheshireSense (cywscross) | G, 4k | Urahara Kisuke handles pursuit of a love interest about the same way he handles everything else: with needlessly convoluted plans carried out in the most roundabout way possible because straightforward just won't cut it for him. He's lucky Ichigo's used to it by now.

Guard by CheshireSense (cywscross) | T, 18k | Later, Kisuke will remember and tease, "Were you really obsessing over me, Ichigo? Oh my, I have my own personal stalker!", and get an elbow to the face for his troubles.

Skeletons in the Closet (and flowers by the window) by Sky_King | T, 51k | Kisuke has a plan. He always has, and he’s very good at seeing it to completion no matter what. But as he grooms that noble boy into the perfect weapon to defeat Aizen, he begins to regret ever pursuing this idea.

A Deep Drink by Mousieta | T, 9k | Ichigo is a grad student who needs help writing his thesis. And Kisuke…. well no one has ever asked Kisuke what he needs. Does he even know? Does it matter?

i've always been this way (please don't scream) by Mister_Fox | T, 5k | “Ever wanted to snatch a pigeon out of the sky and eat it?” Kisuke asks idly.

Fade to Crimson (I know your name) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 8k | Ichigo’s a relative newcomer at the Seireitei Shatterdome, but he’s settled into the steady pace of his work fine, even made some friends. There’s just one thing.

what is reality? (what is a lie?) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 15k | Sequel to what is a gift? (what is a sacrifice?). Kisuke promises to restore Ichigo's powers after Ichigo makes a sacrifice he doesn't expect, and this changes things when Ginjou starts sniffing.

Equilibrium Position by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 15k | He can't believe he has Aizen to thank for getting them together. Can you send fruit baskets to Mugen?

Feeling Horny by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 3k | When Urahara shoved Ichigo to Hirako to learn how to control his inner Hollow, Ichigo thought it meant Urahara wasn’t Hollowfied. He was wrong.

Ficlet February by nahnahnahnah | G, 20k | And he had faith, he did, that Ichigo would defeat Yhwach. That was a startling enough realization, that he would have faith in anyone other than maybe Yoruichi and Tessai.

Patience by floweringbloom | E, 4k | Ichigo needs to have more patience, but he's very good at being Kisuke's distraction.

Remember Me (I won’t wait) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | G, 6k | On November 6, 2022, 13:00, the world’s first VRMMO game «Brave Souls Online» officially opened its servers. On November 6, 2022, 15:37, Kurosaki Ichigo put on his NerveGear and entered «Brave Souls Online». On November 6, 2022, 17:30, the game of death began.

Every Second (I’ll be running) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | M, 25k | “You didn’t tell us your zanpakuto spirit is a giant sea serpent, Ichigo-san,” Kisuke says mildly. “Ah,” Ichigo says, shading his eyes with a hand. “Should I have mentioned that?”

For You, My Dear, I’d Wait Forever by PhishyFish | T, 27k | Everybody knew about the 12th’s lieutenant. After all, he made quite the striking figure. Wild orange hair, a permanent scowl, and power that clung tightly to his skin, it really was not an exaggeration that everyone knew him, or at the least, knew about him.

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The Two of Us

Summary: Joel unexpectedly meets an old friend near Jackson City.

Characters: Joel Miller x female reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: mention of death (not main characters), killing a loved one

a/n: I'm back from my hole to write about this fine, fine man.

please note that some stuff may not be the same as the game/series.

Joel and Tommy were out scouting a horde of infected, they were sent by Maria early that morning. Joel's had a bad feeling the entire ride there, so he kept an eye out.

"Alright, that was the last one." Tommy said as he got on his horse. "Let's head back."

Joel's horse followed Tommy, but Joel came to a halt when he heard noises. "Wait." He motioned Tommy to go around the back of the bush from where he heard the noise.

He got off his horse, shotgun in hand, as he silently stepped on the snow, careful not to be seen. Joel turned his body around the bush, his shotgun ready to fire. He was met with another gun by his head.

"Drop it." You commanded, clicking your gun.

"No," Tommy clicked his gun from behind you, "You drop it."

Joel moved away from his position and faced you, there was a frown of confusion but also of relief. "Y/N?"

"Joel?"

After Tommy and Joel cleared that you weren't infected, Joel took you back to his house. The ride back was more like an interrogation, no one's ever heard from you -- not like people knew who you were.

You weren't as sociable as Joel, though he's not one himself, but he had friends. You mostly kept to yourself, even back in the Quarantine Zone, the only person you could let in your life was Joel.

"So where have you been all this time?" Joel asked, pouring a glass of whiskey for you. "I haven't seen you in... what, 5 years?"

You took a sip of the liquor. "I've just been around. Trying to survive, don't really have a goal in mind."

He nodded, "How did you uh.. how did you get out?"

You smiled bitterly. "When you left, a lot of people suddenly started disappearing. I didn't know if they just started killing people or what, but something in me snapped and decided I didn't want to live like that anymore."

"So I sneaked out. It wasn't easy, but I followed some guys and got out." You continued, "Made some friends along the way, lost some.. and here I am."

"How'd you find this place?" Tommy asked.

His suspicious tone didn't go unnoticed by you. "I grew up in Jackson. I just wanted to go home, didn't know there'd be survivors here."

"There's quite a few of us here. It's not much, but we survive." Joel explained. "Tommy, go talk to Maria for me. Y/N can meet her after a night's rest."

You raised a brow at Joel's demands, but said nothing. Tommy did as he was told and left you and Joel alone.

Joel didn't say anything. He just took in the sight of you, he couldn't believe you're alive. The Y/N he knew 5 years ago did not know how to fight, let alone survive in the wild.

You were also looking at Joel in return. He looked much older, but that was definitely not a bad thing. If anything he looked even hotter. Joel seemed more careful, but also more open at the same time. You didn't know his story for the past 5 years, but it definitely took a toll on him.

"Joel?"

"Hey," Joel greeted, a wary glance around the corner. "Mind if I come in?"

"No, of course not."

Joel was already a friend. He offered you oxy one time but you didn't want it. Everyone had trouble sleeping at that point, but you figured you'd rather be awake than numb the pain.

That sparked an interesting conversation with the man.

"Everything okay?"

Joel sighed, "I'm leaving tomorrow night. You might not see me again."

"...oh." You didn't know what to say. "Good luck."

He nodded, "I just wanted to tell you.. cause.. I guess in case you'd be wondering where I went."

"Thanks."

Joel gave you one last look before leaving. "If you ever get out of here one day... I hope we meet again."

Joel left you to shower and prepared your room. He'd get you your own place tomorrow, but since it's late you'll just have to stay at his for a night.

He brought your bag into your room and noticed an empty bullet case that you turned into a keychain. He recognized that bullet -- it was the one he gave you and had carved your name on it as a birthday gift.

"Thanks for letting me stay here." You said, not noticing what Joel was looking at.

"You still have it." Joel commented, motioning to the bullet case.

"Ah.. yeah. It's important to me. I keep it as a lucky charm." You explained, a blush slowly made its way to your cheeks. "I killed a clicker with it, had to search for the case too, but it's worth it."

Joel sat on the bed next to you. His hand holding your face while he examined every nook and cranny. You can feel your heart racing, but you've never felt more at home.

You lean into his touch and Joel took your hand, bringing it to his lips. "I'm glad you're okay."

You admitted. "I've missed you. So much."

"Me too, darling. Me too." Joel captured your lips with his, tongues dancing hungrily for the amount of years you both missed.

You climbed onto Joel's lap while his hands roamed around your body, trying to get you out of your clothes. He stopped when he came across a new scar -- and there was a lot.

"I know," You sighed, "they're not pretty to look at."

"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart." He whispered, "All of these scars... you're a fighter, a survivor. It shows that you're brave, and I love every. single. one. of. them." He said in between kisses.

"Joel..."

"Yes, princess?"

You gave him a knowing look. Of course Joel knew what it meant, what you wanted, what you needed. It was just like old times.

While Joel was in the shower, you took it upon yourself to check the pictures in his room. There was one of him and Sarah, and there was another one of him with another girl.

Does Joel have another daughter? Ellie's her name, you saw the note on the back. There was also his guitar, his books, he didn't really change.. not that you know of.

"You know curiosity killed the cat." Joel said as he took you by surprise from behind. "What were you looking at, huh?"

You chuckled. "Just some pictures, tried to figure out who you are now before I can ask questions."

"All you gotta do is ask." Joel smiled, putting on his shirt.

You leaned against his table while he laid on his bed. "Something easy first. What have you been doing for the last 5 years?"

Joel explained his journey (short version) of meeting Ellie, losing friends, their bond, and you could tell he loved the girl as if she was his own daughter.

"My turn."

"Ugh, haven't you guys interrogated me enough already?"

"That was the official stuff. Now it's me who's asking." He had a smile on his face, but it faltered. "You said you made friends and lost them too. Tell me about that."

You pursed your lips and sat next to him. "His name was James. He saved me when I was surrounded, and we camped together. He was a good friend, but he got bit." You sighed, "He begged me to end his suffering.. So I did."

Joel knew you were just telling the story without really telling him what happened, but he didn't want to pressure you. He really just wanted to know what you've been through.

"I'm sorry, darling." He kissed your forehead. "Similar thing happened to Tess. She got infected while we were trying to transport Ellie. She sacrificed herself and saved us."

You held each other for a little while. Losing friends was part of life now, it was normal, but it was still a loss.

"Um, next question." Joel changed the subject. "Are you staying here? In Jackson? Would you like to?"

You haven't thought about that. You don't know where to go, cause your first goal was just to arrive in Jackson. Now that people are living here... should you join them?

"You know you're welcome to stay. And... I'd like it if you'd stay."

"Can I answer that with a question?"

Joel didn't protest.

"Are your feelings still the same?"

He smiled longingly, cupping your face with his hands again. "It hasn't changed for me, darling. Both have changed as people, so if that means getting to know you all over again.. I'd do it all over again."

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